Above The Sky

The porridge bowl was probably left on the spot after my uncle fed it to my younger brother in the morning, and there was still a little light yellow wheat porridge at the bottom. .

The bowl itself is definitely not the point, it's just a wooden bowl, the important thing is what's inside.

"It shouldn't be left over. Let's not talk about Elan, his appetite can't be so small, and his uncle's stingy nature can't be wasted. If a child can't eat it, he can't eat it?"

Elam is the name of his younger brother, which was given by his mother when she was pregnant, meaning good fighting.

The stepfather who abandoned his wife and children was from Canaan Moore. He was a powerful Ascendant mercenary with half the blood of the elf. The mother hoped that the child would inherit his power.

Ian doesn't know if he is good at fighting or not, but his younger brother can really eat. He always eats as much as he has on weekdays, and there is absolutely no way to have anything left.

Confused, Ian picked up the bowl, looked closer, and frowned, "What does it taste like?"

The wheat fragrance is mixed with a strange floral fragrance, which smells very warm, somewhat like sweet-scented osmanthus, but a little more intense.

The fragrance brought back Ian's memories. He recalled the streets of his hometown in the afternoon for a while. The soft light sprinkled from the edge of the sky to the earth. The flowers and trees on both sides of the street were shrouded in a hazy halo. Up and down in the brilliance of the setting sun, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus is warm and tranquil, and I want to sleep peacefully...

puff.

Just when his eyes were dizzy and he was about to fall asleep, Ian suddenly raised his left hand and bit his left thumb fiercely.

Although the deciduous teeth were soft, it was not difficult to really decide to bite the skin. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart stimulated the nerves in an instant, and the drowsy white-haired boy woke up, cold sweat covering his forehead instantly.

"The refined sleeping powder of Supor flowers... A powerful anesthetic used by indigenous hunters for hunting?!"

Ian clenched his fists, stared at the porridge bowl in front of him, and the bed next to him, the white-haired child who had never been awakened by Ian's actions, and was sleeping soundly.

There was still his own blood between his lips and teeth, and the smell of blood made Ian sober, and he was shocked and disbelieving: "Osenna, the son of a bitch, actually feeds children with this stuff?! He deserves to be a human too!"

It's no wonder that Ellen has never cried or made trouble. He's so well-behaved that he doesn't look like an ordinary two-year-old child at all...

Nonsense, what kind of child can cry after being fed medicine.

It would be better to say that if you feed this thing, can you really grow up?

Only by feeding this medicine can Elam become a sacrifice offered by the natives without crying or making a fuss.

After anger, there is silence.

Holding the porridge bowl in hand, Ian frowned and stood there thinking without saying a word.

Although the anger towards his uncle Osenna has been hard to contain.

But to be honest, he was also curious.

In this world, there is still such a little residual flower fragrance, pollen that can make people fall asleep quickly?

Although there were drugs that could achieve this effect in previous lives, there were really no natural ones.

"It really is magic, right? Or is it actually a psionic plant..."

Ian still remembers that the old classmates of the Academy of Biological Sciences have always said that every life itself is an extremely unique and meticulous carbon-based factory with extremely high processing precision, which can produce many complex compounds that are difficult to mass-produce in the modern biological industry. .

But it is impossible for them to come up with this fast-acting sleeping agent in a short time.

A real biological factory is enough to start the next technological revolution, which is not the breakthrough direction of human beings on earth.

This sleeping powder is definitely a rare commodity. The hunters on the mountain side want it. If it wasn't for the uncle colluding with the natives and working as an intermediary, he would never have been able to get it.

"Right."

Frowning his brows, Ian also wanted to understand: "Let's not talk about letting Elan be sacrificed quietly, just say that after the black mushroom extract is ingested, it needs to fall asleep quickly to take effect... This thing is for Orsenna's own use."

"And he was too lazy to take care of Elan, and he didn't want his brother to waste his money-making time, so he just let this annoying kid fall asleep."

"Wait...for own use..."

"Yeah!" Ian's eyes suddenly brightened when he said to himself: "There should be spare sleeping powder in the room!"

Since this thing is a necessary item for my uncle and cannot be carried with me, there must be a part of it at home!

Of course, even a scumbag like Orsenna could not put such a thing on the table aboveboard.

He will definitely hide the sleeping powder deep, at least in a place where children like Ian can't easily find it.

Even if Ian is not the Ian he used to be, it is extremely difficult to find a target without a clue.

But not now.

Ian walked out the door, his eyes gleaming again.

Dizzy again, the boy saw that in the corner of his uncle's room, under the cabinet door and the earthen pot, a faint blue fluorescent light suddenly lit up.

Leaning against the wall, he smiled.

...

Scattered clouds leaked streaks of sunlight, and moist air swayed with the wind.

On the edge of the Port Harrison immigration area, a half-new wooden and stone hut, the streets on the edge of the old area are full of dirt after the rain.

The summer rain on the coast is fast and violent, and it only takes ten minutes to cover the clouds, and it returns to fine after ten minutes.

The short and fast rain washed the streets, making the grass green and the dusty windows clear. It is now afternoon and evening. Some dock workers have finished their work and went home, or are preparing to pack up and start another job. .

In the setting sun, a tall, emaciated man walked silently on the street, the dim light dragging long shadows behind him.

His cheeks are sunken, he has a long beard, his eyes are long and narrow, deep in the eye sockets, and the dark blue eye sockets are a little black, and the morbid shadow makes it impossible to see his eyes at all.

But even so, he can be called good-looking, just too gloomy and not like a kind.

Although lame, the man's walking speed is not slow, at most a little limping.

Not a disability, but a natural deformity.

The man's right leg below the calf is no longer human. A cyan-black sarcoma covered with a thick carapace has replaced the original sole of the foot. The protruding blood vessels and blue veins protrude from the carapace, agitating with the heartbeat. I want to nurture something extraordinary from it.

However, due to a defect in the embryo, this pregnancy failed, and it became the aberrant tissue it is today.

Such accidental aberrations often occur among the people of the white people, and it is no wonder whether they are clansmen or outsiders. Although there will be no discrimination, they are not allowed to marry wives, have children, and conceive offspring.

Orsenna is indeed a boring and gloomy man. He never likes to show any emotions. He always wears a dry poker face like a mask. Naturally, no one wants to get close to him.

However, he never caused trouble, nor did he mock others with harsh words—this man was even more respectful and courteous to his superiors, honest and humble, which was undoubtedly the best virtue for the dock supervisor. So he lived a stable life on weekdays, and no one felt that he needed any changes.

But that's what he hates.

Terminal billing? If it wasn't for his deformity, if it wasn't for his family being sent to the frontier far away from the imperial capital, if he had psionic talent, if...

No matter what, he should not be the boring appearance he is now.

You deserve a better life.

Thinking of this, gloomy anger rose from the heart, this is the hatred and resentment that even if you use the black mushroom to dream and enjoy a hearty and refreshing life, it is difficult to get rid of it.

He just wants to vent now.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and Orsenna looked at his house.

He narrowed his eyes and saw a small white figure looking at him by the window.

A white-haired boy with a bandage on his head stood by the window, looking cautiously at the street outside the window.

The boy had white hair and blue eyes. He looked clean and cute, but blood was still slowly oozing from his head. The wound that had not healed made the white bandage stained with a layer of dark red.

He clearly saw his uncle, so he exclaimed and pulled back behind the window like a frightened little beast.

"Humph."

Looking at this scene, Orsenna lowered his head and smiled lowly.

There was a morbid sense of accomplishment in him at the moment—some feared him, some feared him, some shuddered at his thoughts—that was the only time he felt alive.

His nephew... Haha, he couldn't wait to go home, he just stood in front of him without saying a word, waiting for him to admit his mistakes in panic.

Whether it's the silver coins hidden in the corner of the kitchen, the toilet that hasn't been cleaned, or the firewood that wasn't chopped yesterday... There are reasons to look for it everywhere.

That kid will surely admit his mistake.

And he won't say anything, and he won't forgive anything, because he should be punished for his mistakes.

"It can't be beaten to death, he can also sell it for money, and the internal organs of underage children, those people in the forest will also pay a high price to buy it... It can't be beaten to death."

Muttering a few words to himself, he was in a good mood, and even walked a little faster, the gloomy man opened the door of his house with a smile with a sense of satisfaction.

He saw Ian standing in the doorway, uneasily waiting for his arrival.

"Very good..." Orsenna closed the door with a backhand.

He originally wanted to say something, but suddenly a bag of things slapped his face, and he was immediately confused, and the choking dust covered his nose and mouth with a rich and familiar aroma.

"Cough cough!!"

Orsenna didn't realize what was going on for a while. He never imagined that his nephew, who had always been well-behaved and weak, would dare to do such a thing, and the scent was obviously the Supor Flower Sleeping that he usually used with black mushrooms. pink……

How could he find...

Before quickly falling into the deepest slumber, Orsenna saw Ian jogging, carrying the rope he usually uses to bind bacon, and a pitchfork that was apparently sharpened.

The great unease and fear rose up in his heart, making him want to shout out loud.

But Orsenna had no chance to continue thinking.

In the rich aroma, he fell into a long sleep.