I'm not that kind of orc

"Huh?" I caught his voice and turned my head to look over.

"Name, they... call me... Chimera." The little ghost said to me in incoherent sentences.

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In the end, I brought this strange little ghost I met in the forest back to the fortress, handed him over to Roland for inspection, and at the same time told the whole incident of meeting him in detail.

"'Chimera'? It seems that this little guy mistook it for his own name." Standing in front of me, Roland folded his hands and glanced at the little elf lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

On the way to bring him back, he was relatively peaceful, but when he saw Roland, he suddenly showed great resistance for some reason, struggling and shouting loudly, in order to let Roland He was able to accept the examination peacefully, and Roland cast a hypnotic spell on him.

Now he has been changed into a whole body of clothes, lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, with a peaceful sleeping face, he looks like an ordinary kid who goes to bed on time, not a "Chimera".

The so-called "Chimera" is actually the etymology of synthetic beasts.What this kid said about others calling him "Chimera", I'm afraid it's just that the people who made him called him a synthetic beast, just like human beings who don't bother to name their domestic dogs and call them "dogs". .

Then the kid mistook this for his own name after hearing it.

"So, he is really a synthetic beast?" I asked Roland.

"Yes, he is a synthetic beast, but it is a synthetic beast based on artificial humans." Roland replied slowly.

"What is an artificial man?" This new term made me confused for a while.

"Artificial human - 'Hormonox' refers to a primate species that is directly produced by alchemy without going through the normal reproductive process." Roland explained to me in detail, "Because it involves ethical conflicts, the use of alchemy Artifacts are not allowed in all countries in the south, and there are still many difficulties that have not been overcome with alchemy. Compared with normal species, artificial humans have certain defects, including physical Unable to grow normally. I just used life magic and spiritual magic to investigate him, and his body structure is indeed consistent with many characteristics of the recorded artificial human."

"Then... why is it an elf?"

"The core material of the artificial man is the body fluid of the primate species. The appearance of the artificial man will be copied directly from the provider of the material. I am afraid that those who made him are the sinners of Saidian, either Mudar himself, or his hand. The wizard below is proficient in alchemy. The maker should have taken a sample directly from himself to make him, so he was born in the appearance of a male elf. He will maintain the form of a child, probably because of the defect that artificial humans cannot grow Go." Roland let out a long breath after speaking.

"So, he is an 'elf' made out of alchemy, and then he was further transformed into the monster I saw?" I finally figured it out a little bit.

Roland nodded: "That's right, from the results of the inspection, he should have used alchemy to fuse a variety of creatures on the basis of an artificial human, and then stabilized it with some kind of black magic spell imitating the curse of a werewolf. Produced works. He can transform like a werewolf, and switch between the two forms of artificial man and synthetic beast. Not only that, his soul is also engraved with some kind of sophisticated mind control formula, which gives him the ability to It controls ordinary synthetic beasts, and at the same time, it will act according to the instructions of the caster. It seems that it is an experimental sample prepared to be mass-produced as a pawn to control synthetic beast troops. But now that spell has become incomplete, it should be It's the legacy of fighting with you."

I remember that he was indeed pressed on the tree by me with the "ancestral heroic spirit" and then hit him hard. The "ancestral heroic spirit" itself is actually an undead ghost body, and its attacks are not limited to the physical level. In theory, it can touch magic, magic creatures, and even invisible things like souls.Perhaps it was at that time that my attack unintentionally destroyed the spell remaining on him, allowing him to escape the command's control.

Think about it too, if he is the commander of the synthetic beast guerrillas, the synthetic beasts he manages are probably not limited to the three that attacked us yesterday.The reason why he didn't call other synthetic beasts to rescue him after being caught was because he lost control of other synthetic beasts after the spell was destroyed.

"Really, although I've seen those lunatics go too far, but this is really..." Roland shook his head and sighed.

Being cynical, she seldom put on such an expression. The facts confirmed in front of her eyes were really heavy, which made it hard for her to make jokes.

We have indeed experienced the madness of the gang of elf sinners headed by Mudar many times, but like this, they used alchemy to make a child for inhuman experiments, and then threw it into the war... They called this kid Chimera (composite beast) instead of Hormonks (artificial human) - From the beginning, they were not prepared to treat this experiment as a human being.

It's really nauseating.

"Then what are you going to do with him?" I also folded my hands.

"I can only ask you." Roland replied without hesitation, "Can I trouble you to take care of him for a while, Brock?"

"...Don't joke around at a time like this." I frowned slightly.

"I'm not joking with you. I've thought about it. It's most appropriate to hand him over to you first." Unexpectedly, Roland looked over seriously, "Although there is no precedent for accepting artificial prisoners of war, But in terms of race, he can still be regarded as an elf. Then, from the inspection, he should not have been born for half a year, and he was under mind control. According to Saidian law, he should be considered innocent. The right to accept asylum. I will contact the Sedian court and submit a proposal to house him. But before taking him in, we can only take care of him for a while."

"What does that have to do with me, an orc?" I was a little dumbfounded.

"You should have seen it, he seems to be a little resistant to elves, I think it's probably because the elf sinner who made him did some inhuman experiments on him." Roland shrugged at me, "But He seems to be more acceptable to you. And, most importantly, although the mind control has been lifted, it is undeniable that he is still dangerous to a certain extent, and it is necessary to find a guardian who is capable of controlling him. So no matter No matter how you look at it, you are the most suitable candidate."

"It...it's okay for me to help, but I have never had any experience in taking care of children." Although she spoke clearly and logically, I was still a little embarrassed.

"Well..." Roland thought for a while, "Why don't you find someone to help you?"

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After sitting on the chair beside the bed for half an hour, I finally saw the elf kid open his eyes.

"Are you awake?" I asked him.

"Hmm." He turned his eyes to look at me, and after a long silence, he responded softly.When Roland checked him, he removed the mental spells set on him by the way. After sleeping, his mood seemed to be much more stable than when he was captured. Although he was not tied up, he didn't plan to struggle. Or to escape.He no longer exudes such strong hostility, and looks obviously much milder.

"From now on, you will stay here for a period of time, and you will be placed in another suitable place later." I didn't say too many polite words, and told him the arrangement here directly.

"Yeah." He replied blankly, then looked over slowly, "You need me, what to do...?"

It seems that because he didn't speak much in the past, his speech was not very smooth, it was worse than Angelica's loose speech, and he felt a little slurred.

"You don't need to do anything, as long as you abide by the rules." I replied calmly.

He tried to sit up on the bed, his eyes flickered, showing a little uneasiness, he opened his mouth, and then stumbled and said: "I...can do a lot of things, experiments...will cooperate and obey, instructions, So... please give me food..."

I struggled to string together the fragments of what he said into a coherent sentence, and I was struck.His idea is that he needs to accept some experiments and orders obediently in exchange for something to eat—this kind of simple and crude logic is often seen in those domesticated domestic animals, and the people who made him used the same set of domesticated animals on him .

I took a deep breath to calm my mind, and then patted his thin shoulder with my generous palm: "Don't worry, I will give you something to eat. There is nothing you need to do for now."

"Really?" He blinked, but didn't show any obvious emotion. He didn't know if he was not sure how he would be treated, or he really didn't care about it.

In the past, at most, I led and trained some fifteen or sixteen-year-old trainee soldiers in the soldier camp, and I still don't have much experience in dealing with such brats.

Sure enough, I still need help from others.

I remember that Princess Alyssa and Feilan seem to be helping to take care of those little ghosts who are temporarily kept in the fortress, so why not send this elf kid over there to have a look.

"Can you get up now?" I asked looking at him.

He nodded at me.

"Then come with me first." I stood up from the chair.

He got out of bed, and there was a pair of shoes prepared for him beside the bed.In order to accommodate the part of the refugees brought by the Northwest, Arsena brought a lot of supplies from some nearby towns. Thanks to this, we easily found clothing and daily necessities that can be used by this little devil.When he was brought back, he was naked and dirty, with mud on his feet.

I got up and went to the door to wait for him, and then I couldn't help being dumbfounded when I looked back—this kid actually walked off the bed, walked towards me without shoes on, and my newly cleaned feet were covered with dust again.

"Aren't you wearing shoes?" I looked down at him and blinked.

"Shoes?" He tilted his head at me, as if he was a little confused about the word.

I raised my hand and slapped my forehead, and I figured it out—this kid has only worn shoes at all, and he doesn't have any idea about it.

Although there are not a small number of people who are used to walking barefoot, it is a bit of a no-brainer to have no idea about shoes...

I shook my head, then pointed to the chair I just sat on: "Sit there."

He obediently walked over and sat on the chair that was a little higher for him, with his feet completely out of reach.

I found a cloth, went to squat down, and wiped his feet clean.The soles of the elf child's feet are in stark contrast to my big orc's broad hands. It feels like I can pinch his ankle with two fingers and hang him up.

When I wiped his feet, he shrank his feet first, as if he was not used to it, but then he put it down obediently.

After wiping his feet clean, I reached for the shoes by the bed and put them on him carefully.I've never shoed an imp like this, so it took a little while.

When I was done I asked him to get off the chair and asked him, "How does it feel? Are the shoes tight?"

"It's a little strange." He stepped on the ground with his shoes, "but it's okay."

"Okay, let's go." I nodded and led him out.

When he met me in his amalgam form, he wasn't smaller than me.But now his whole body is not even as long as my legs. When walking on the road, I have to deliberately reduce my stride and slow down my pace, so that I can barely maintain a walking speed similar to his.

I took him to the open space where I met Princess Alyssa and Feilan yesterday.Sure enough, they were also here today. Princess Alyssa was standing on the edge of the field, carefully watching over the children playing in the open space, and Feilan was lazily sitting on a chair in the other corner with her legs crossed.It seemed to be a time for free activities. Those human little ghosts gathered more or less together to play different games, laughing and playing, and some of them sat quietly by the side.I found that the number of children seems to have increased a lot, and the people who take care of them are also human beings with two more women besides the two of them. They don't seem to be from the fortress, and they should be arranged to help the refugees.

"Ah, Classmate Bullock." Seeing me coming, Princess Alyssa waved to me with a smile, and then immediately noticed the little elf who was following me, and opened her eyes curiously, "Ah, this The child is?"

Anyone would find it strange that an elf kid appeared in such a place out of nowhere.

"I picked it up yesterday when I went out to investigate. It was from the enemy..." I scratched my head, "The situation is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences. Anyway, I will take care of it here for now."

Princess Alisa lowered her head and looked at him, showing a friendly smile.But unlike Princess Alyssa who showed kindness, this kid showed quite blatant resistance. Not only did he put on a vigilant expression, but he also took a few steps back.

This level of reaction can no longer be explained by fear of strangers.

But Princess Alyssa didn't care much about it, she turned to look at me and asked, "What's his name?"

"Name...uh..." I suddenly got stuck at this point.

That's right, I have to give this kid a new name.

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"Name..." The kid raised his head when he heard this word, reached out and pulled my clothes, and murmured as if to remind me, "Chimera..."

"That name doesn't suit you, how about giving you a new one?" I looked down into his eyes and said.

Yes, the name "Chimera" is not a name for people after all.It is absolutely inappropriate to call him by this name.

"Oh, good." He responded without raising any objections, probably he also has such a concept in his heart.

"His Royal Highness Alisa, is there any suitable name for a male elf?" I simply threw the matter of naming to Princess Alisa.

"Huh? Doesn't he have a name yet?" Princess Alisa was a little surprised.

I nodded: "Yes, he was actually born as an experimental product of the enemy, and he didn't have his own name."

"That's right." Princess Alyssa immediately understood the general idea, and while looking at the kid, there was a look of deep compassion on her face.

"So that, do you know how to name children?" I asked again.

"Choose a name for the child... I've thought about this before, but..." Princess Alisa slowed down as she spoke, and her expression gradually became a little unnatural.

"Just?" I asked, frowning.

"No, no!" She waved her hand suddenly and hastily, and took it with one stroke, "It's a boy's name for elves, right? Let me think about it first..."

Princess Alisa began to think seriously, but at this moment, the kid standing beside me stretched out his hand and pulled my clothes.

I lowered my head again, only to see him shaking his head with me: "The name of the elf, no."

"What?" I couldn't help but startled.

Don't want an elf's name?

Although it is an artificial human, you should be regarded as an elf when you look at it horizontally and vertically.

But the kid still shook his head stubbornly: "No, the same name as those people... I don't want it."

"Those people"—are you referring to the elf sinner who made him?

It seems that because of the relationship he was treated harshly, he seems to have left some psychological shadows to some extent, and he doesn't even want to use Elvish for his name.

It's surprisingly troublesome...

"Then what kind of name do you want? Do you still want the orc's name?" I asked him casually.

The kid tilted his head when he heard me say that: "Bad man?"