'Albino Drow', this is a rather strange name for a species, but it is the first thing that comes to the mind of the young mage.

The reason why he was sure of this, and did not regard the young child in front of him as the drow elf's earthly cousin (the forest elf's skin was also quite fair), was not only the abnormal pure white of the other person's body, but also the red pupils that the young child looked at him with horror.

Krees knows that almost all albino creatures have red or pink pupils (with the exception of some incomplete albinism, which also produce small amounts of melanin) because the iris inside their eyes is transparent, and red is the color of the blood vessels in the fundus.

These fair-skinned creatures are extremely rare because of their congenital genetic defects, which make it difficult for them to survive in the cruel nature. And this is especially true for the drow elf race.

The cruel Drow also loves "beautiful" things, including carvings, ornaments, weapons, and even the body itself. Drow elves, both men and women, are very fond of showing off their physiques, and any babies and children who show subtle physical defects are mercilessly killed.

Unlike other elves, Drow is fertile enough to rival that of humans, which is why this mad race can be so ferocious and infighting (otherwise extinct long ago).

The babies and young children of the Drow family were raised in the family kindergarten (except for a few noble children), and the babies were encouraged to compete for food and space, and violence was rewarded to eliminate the weaker members of the race, so they were extremely dangerous from an early age.

And the little toddler in front of him in a state of albino will not even have the possibility of unified competition in the kindergarten. Once discovered, he or she is immediately killed, or thrown into the Abyss of Arachnidation to serve as food for the arachnid elves.

Because of this, Krees suspected that the little albino drow in front of him was probably the only one in the entire vast and boundless multiverse.

Krees didn't know why the young toddler's drow parents had allowed the baby with a severe physical defect to survive for the first time (female drow had little maternal love), or how they had been so cautious about hiding it in this dangerous city.

In short, all this is extremely rare, and it is not an exaggeration to even describe it as a "miracle", Krees sighed silently in his heart.

The albino drow child in front of him just curled up in the corner in fear, and peeked at Krees with those red eyes from time to time, but he or she did not show the aggressive aggression and murderous urge like those drow children of the same age.

"I won't hurt you. Krees whispered, and took a few tentative steps forward. But the little boy didn't appreciate it, he or she trembled and turned his face to the wall, and closed his eyes, as if he wanted to be a "terrifying" guy who didn't exist.

The little creature in front of him seemed to be rummaging through the kitchen for food, and Krees estimated that he or she hadn't had a full meal since the city was taken over by the Mind Flayer. So, of course, food is the best way to open up the situation.

Our Master Master took out a sweet lemon cake from the spatial ring, bent down, and handed the cake to the little one. Although the other party was closing his eyes, his little nose was like a fox, and he involuntarily twitched a few times.

Immediately afterwards, the pure white little guy slowly opened his bright red eyes, first looked at the tempting golden cake, and then raised his head to look at the owner of the cake.

"Is it for me?" asked the little one, timidly in a slightly hoarse child's voice.

Kreese raised an eyebrow in surprise. Oh? It wasn't the language of the Drow elves, it was the language of the humans! Well, it's kind of interesting! What did it mean? He didn't have a clue yet, but there must be a reason for such a strange thing.

Curious, the mage brewed his tone to make sure it sounded harmless, and then replied softly in the same subterranean language, "Of course, it's yours." He handed the hand holding the cake forward again.

The little one looked straight at Krees, not blinking. After a long time, he or she lowered his or her head, tentatively stretched out a small hand, and slowly grabbed the lemon cake. And just as his fingers were about to touch the cake, he stopped and looked up at Krees again.

"Take it. Our little mage gave the other a kind look of encouragement, and then the other took the cake, put it under his nose and smelled it, and then took a small bite of it.

"Your ......," Krees stopped as soon as he spoke, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he asked again, "What about your parents?" He wanted to know some details about the little one's parents, and if they hadn't died in the war, but had been captured by the Mind Flayer, he could help rescue them.

Of course, the premise is that they have not been converted into the same race by the Mind Flayer, which is not too likely, and those octopus heads should not look down on the drow civilians who have no special skills.

As for why he did it, there was no other reason, he just had that thought. For the mage, this reason is quite sufficient.

"Dad told me he was going to ...... When there is a war, I want to ...... it myself As usual, go to the cellar...... Hide, don't ...... Come out. "The little one choked a little bit, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

Krees took out a cup, and then, under the surprised gaze of the little one, "conjured" a water bag. He poured some water into the cup and handed it over. "So, what about your mother?"

"My, Mom?" said the little one's face, puzzled, as if he didn't understand what the word meant.

Oh?

The little one seems to have been raised by his father and has not met his mother. And what does it mean that the mysterious father, who had hidden him or her to raise him, had taught the lingua franca instead of the language of the drows, and had not yet taught him the sacred word "mother"?

"What's your name?" he said.

"My dad called me 'Zerifa' and he said it was my name. The little one replied.

The name of the female drow, Krees muttered in his heart, "Do your father's ears have the same pointy ears as yours, or like me?"

"Like you!" the little guy was suddenly a little excited, "Are you ......" She suddenly didn't know how to describe it, her expression was blank for a long time, and then she asked timidly, "Are you 'Daddy'?"

"No, no, I'm not. Krees hastily denied, "It's not ......."

A few days later, on the negative energy plane, in one of the Magical Society's forward towers.

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