Giverny is a quiet, serene human town with an idyllic idyllic setting.

Because it was originally a manor house for the famous painter 'Naimo' who died at night, the town was planned very freehand when it was developed, with strong artistic characteristics. Every house and every corner of the town is full of color, bright colors, full of light and shadow.

And the fugitive from the city-state of Muya, Zachary the War Lizard, is now in a household in the town.

He hid his figure, and stood quietly by a set of cupboards and bowls, watching the men and women in the house quarrel over dinner.

"It's turnips again, it's turnips again!" I said, "Novia, can't you make something else?" the man looked at the blandly boiled turnip soup in front of him, and said very dissatisfiedly, "Do you know who likes this thing the most?

The hostess ignored her husband's complaints, "The pig will at least grow some meat and sell it for more money, and you ......," she shoved the rye bread mixed with wheat and oats into her mouth, and then rolled her eyes again.

"What do you mean by this, is my status in this family not as good as those two pigs?" the man shouted loudly when he raised his voice, and then subconsciously looked out the window, as if he was afraid that the neighbors would hear, "Okay, even if my status is not as good as that of pigs, even if you don't think about me, but think about our son, he is growing his body!"

The man turned his head to look at a little boy sitting on the other side of the square table, "Ryan, my good son, tell that mean old mother what you want to eat, whether it's honey-glazed roast chicken, fried meat cutlets, and fried veal sausages." You told me that you like to eat old George's veal sausages the most, um, isn't it? By the way, there is mutton soup, tell your mother, you must put mutton in the turnip soup, no leg of mutton, at least some haggis, am I right? Boys must be brave and bold to speak their minds. ”

The little boy named 'Ryan' took a sip of the turnip soup, picked up the hard-boiled egg from his plate, cracked it gently, and slowly peeled it off.

"Did I say that? Why don't I remember?" replied the little boy slowly, "although the fried sausages are delicious, the turnip soup made by my mother tastes good too." I don't care what I eat, as long as my mother makes it. ”

"That's good!" the hostess smiled and touched the little boy's head, "It's much better than your ignorant father! The family's money can't be spent indiscriminately in these two months, and when this time passes, my mother will make you a variety of delicious food, and only make it for you." ”

"Okay. The little boy smiled sweetly and took another bite of the boiled egg.

"You guy...... , it's just a complete sycophant!" The man shouted angrily at his son, then sighed again, and said seductively, "Ryan, you are a man, and I am also a man. You see, we're all men, so we should stick together. Why do you always look to your mother?"

"Do you know how to cook?" asked the little boy, tilting his head.

"......" the male protagonist said.

"Therefore, most of the rebels who do not have the strength do not end well. The little boy took a bite of the remaining boiled egg and took another sip of turnip soup, "and I, like to be on the side of the winner." ”

"You!" the man's chest rose and fell angrily, and he didn't speak for a long time. At last, he calmed down and said with a haughty face, "Hmph, some people are cowardly and only know how to join the crowd, while others will stand up bravely and resist. When he had finished speaking, he stood up from the table with his head tilted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I can't be accompanied!" the man turned and walked to the door, picking up his gray coat and wide-brimmed hat from the hanger.

"Hey, you death-seeking fellow, where are you going so late?" asked the hostess in a loud voice.

"Go to Joseph's house. The man replied triumphantly, "Joseph said that his family will make stewed pork ribs tonight, and I will go and see if what he said is true." ”

The man put on his shoes, unscrewed the door open with his fingers, turned his head to the kitchen, and shouted, "The rebels have eaten meat, and the obedient ones will stay and drink the soup." Then he walked away humming a ballad.

"Cut, it's not good!" said the hostess disdainfully in the house.

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As night fell, the usual quarrels were gone, and everyone in the house fell asleep.

In the master bedroom, the hostess occupies most of the bed, sleeping soundly on all fours. The man slept on the edge of the bed, wrapping his hands tightly around the hostess's waist. He arched his head on the hostess's chest, with a silly smile on his face, and muttered to himself with his mouth open and closed, not knowing what he was talking about.

A young boy named 'Ryan' slept alone in the second bedroom. He was lying straight, his hands resting on his abdomen, and a stuffed doll stuffed with cotton beside him. The doll wears a pointed hat and a dark purple mage-style robe, with several seven-pointed stars on the left cuff.

Zachary, the lizard-man who hadn't heard a strange noise for a long time, lifted his stealth state and rummaged through the kitchen with a slight movement. He first took the rest of the turnip soup out of the cupboard, poured himself a full bowl, and then took out a few slices of rye bread.

The rye bread was now extremely dry and hard. When it's hot, you don't feel like it, but when it's cool, the coarse and hard fiber makes it feel very difficult to swallow, and even if it's mixed with a small amount of wheat and oats, it doesn't improve much.

The soup is also cold, but at least it softens the bread. Zachary soaked the hard bread in the cold soup, reached out and pulled out a chair, sat down at the table, pounded the bread little by little with a spoon, and ate slowly.

"Most of the rebels who don't have the strength don't end well. The little boy's words still lingered in his ears. The content of those words was as if it were his own.

If I were given another chance, would I still do it? Would I kill those guys again?" Zachary the lizard man asked himself. Yes, I'm still going to kill those people. Because, they killed my wife and children! He subconsciously clenched the spoon in his hand.

Wife and children.

Thinking of such a title, Zachary smiled bitterly. Or, it would be more accurate to call offspring and spouses. Lizardfolk never care about their spouses being called wives, that's the name of human society.

However, Zachary knew that he was very different from what he had been, and he sometimes even wondered if he was a true lizardman.

He still has the appearance of a lizardman, with scaly skin and a slender tail. But he no longer has the stench of his kind, and he no longer likes to eat all kinds of bloody humanoids like before. When he saw those bloody things now, he even felt a wave of disgust in his heart. So he never slaughtered any living creature in the restaurant, and Zachary had that right because he was the head chef.

In fact, his favorite thing to eat is the baked foie gras that he makes himself.

Marinate the foie gras in wine, pepper, salt and spices for 8 hours before baking in the oven. The key points in making this dish are the proportion of marinated seasonings, as well as the time and temperature at which they are baked.

That's Zachary's best dish, but he only makes it once a day, and that's what the restaurateur asks. Zachary vaguely remembers that the guests who ordered this dish were already scheduled until next spring. Zachary is proud of that.

It seemed like it was going to disappoint the restaurateur and the guests, and Zachary sighed. And it may not only be those people who are disappointed, but also the beautiful 'Hessel'.

If he hadn't killed those people at that time, he might have been lying on the bed in the apartment by now, sweetly warming with Hessel.

He shoved the unpalatable mushy food into his mouth, shook his head again, and smiled bitterly.

What would Hessel do when he heard the news? weeping bitterly, or panicking? Zachary reckoned that the city-state's garrison would probably not tell her the truth.

They might say that I left, went somewhere else, or was summoned back by the mage. Hessel would have believed it, she was a simple silly girl. But that's fine, Hessel is a half-sheep man, and he is a war lizardman, and there is no future between us. Zachary thought sadly.

Just as he was devoting all his thoughts to thinking about Hessel, a childish voice suddenly sounded from outside the kitchen, "Are you hungry?"

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