"It's ...... Your kids?"

Please, how can there be so much blood?

One meter seventy-five, short hair, knight's armor and long sword, twenty years old, still an imperial princess.

Inexplicably, watching an outcast man breastfeed his child here produces motherhood?!

However, you can't say that you haven't been attracted to the past at all.

At least in such weather, such an environment, you may encounter dangerous situations at any time, and it is indeed a lot more reassuring to see such a scene.

Especially no matter how strong a woman is, she is a woman. They all need a sense of security more than men.

It just so happened that the picture of the weird outcast and the baby really contrasted the situation at this time and created a sense of security to the extreme.

While holding the baby and patting it gently, the weird outcast looked up at Rhodia, who was already curiously squatting on the side to look at the baby, curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head and looked down at the baby lovingly: "No...... Her mother entrusted me to my care on her deathbed. ”

Rhodia nodded, sighed and sat down: "Dying...... What about her father?"

The strange man abandoned the child for a moment, shook his head and wiped the corner of the baby's mouth that overflowed with juice: "I don't know." It's just that it seems to be a human being. ”

Rhodia casually tucked the baby into the swaddling clothes: "You all seem to be foundlings with stories. ”

The weird outcast smiled: "Everyone must have their own story......"

Glancing at Rhodia, the weird outcast spoke: "Because their parents are too story-telling." ”

"Huh. ”

Rhodia covered her mouth and smiled: "It's the first time I've heard such an unfilial argument that seems to be irrefutable." ”

The weird outcast also smiled, and didn't say anything more, just watched intently as the baby drank half of the bottle...... Take it away.

The baby suddenly lost the bottle, and cried again, wah, wah, and reached out to grab it.

The strange outcast with a kind and gentle and patient face just now was very calm at this time, as if he didn't see the baby still crying to drink, and tightened the bottle cap and put it back in his bag.

"I'm not full. ”

Rhodia pointed to the baby and looked at the weird outcast: "Isn't it really biological?"

"Huh. ”

The strange outcast looked at Rhodia with a smile: "It's still a long way to go." There is no place for supplies and gathering near the Warcraft Mountain Range, and now that I have no drink, I am estimated to be hungry after that. ”

Rhodia paused, glared at the weird outcast, got up and took out a piece of white in her bag.

"Here you go. ”

Throwing it to the weirdo outcast, Rhodia sat down again, took out the bottle from his bag, and brought the baby over to feed: "It's enough for her to eat for a long time." It is enough to cut a little bit of soaking water at a time. ”

The weird outcast looked closely at the white piece of soft and hard thing: "Is it cheese?"

Rhodia wondered, "What is cheese?"

The weirdo outcast didn't respond, just fiddled.

Rodia shook her head and pointed to the white thing: "That's a magic supplement that can only be made and sold in big cities, used for long-distance travel supplies, and easy to carry." A piece can be eaten for a long time. ”

The weird outcast has a strange look in his eyes: "Magic ......"

Rhodia nodded: "Don't worry, what you eat, it doesn't matter if you can be magical or not." ”

The weird outcast was silent for a while, nodded and put it in, turned to look at Rhodia, and saluted with one hand: "Thank you." ”

Rhodia paused, looked him up and down, frowned and said: "I have seen a lot of outcasts, even if I have never been in close contact. It's not like you. ”

The weird outcast was stunned: "Really, what are they like?"

Rhodia handed over the well-fed baby who wanted to sleep, fiddling with the bottle in her hand and pointing at him: "At least there is no bald head, and it is not dressed like this." Especially yours...... You're saluting, aren't you?"

Rhodia imitated the appearance of the strange outcast with one hand on his chest: "What kind of tribal etiquette is this? The elves are arrogant and proud, and the dwarves and orcs are not so polite and still do nothing." ”

The weird outcast's tone was stagnant, and he took a breath and looked at Rhodia: "So driven by self-motivation...... I created my own. ”

"Huh. ”

Rhodia laughed, her voice hearty.

"There are very few outcasts like you, who are very casual and calm. ”

The weird outcast nodded, "yes." I haven't seen much of a ...... other outcast."

Pointing to the baby who was about to sleep in his arms: "Except for her." ”

Rhodia shook her head: "Most of them are like the walking dead, lifeless, lifeless. The better ones are not dignified, and the bad ones are ......"

The weird outcast listened calmly.

Rhodia paused, her expression strange: "You don't wonder why the better ones are only undignified?"

The weird outcast shook his head: "It's not strange. Promise is not dignified, at least like a person. It's almost like it's not even a human being. ”

Rhodia was surprised, and after a while looked at the strange outcast: "You...... You seem to ......"

The weird outcast turned his head: "What does it look like?"

Rhodia was silent and shook her head after a while: "It's nothing. ”

Suddenly clapping his hands, Rhodia looked at him: "By the way, I haven't asked for so long, what is your name?"

The strange outcast smiled: "I heard them talk about you as the princess of the empire, right? I don't know how noble it is, at least you shouldn't have too much communication with the outcast." Listening to a name would be an insult. ”

Rhodia turned her head to look, listening to the sounds outside and looking out the window of the back wall, where Wilson and the knight were still calming the horses.

"No one is there anyway. ”

Rhodia spoke.

The weird outcast looked at Rhodia, and after a long time, calmly said his name.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Rhodia seems to see a sigh and a hint of remembrance in his face and tone.

"My name is Han Qi. ”

But in an instant, Rhodia's curiosity about the sigh and the memory was overshadowed by his name.

Even if the foundling's name does not have a surname, this is a bit too capricious.

Rhodia, Wilson, Brabra, look at this is called by name.

You are just an outcast, what is it really called Han Qi so casually?

By the way, what does this Han mean?

And the pronunciation of these two words...... That's two words, right?

"Say it again, what's your name?!"

Rhodia looked at the weird outcast in a daze.

The weird outcast looked into Rhodia's eyes, took a breath, and spoke again.

I said...... My name is Han Qi. ”

――

That's right. Han abandoned.

That is, Han Qi, who wanted to become a monk in Qingfan Temple, but died that night.

The inexplicable situation that night, what it was like to be withdrawn from his body Han Qi didn't understand. He only knew that when he regained consciousness, although he did not die or die, what he knew was that the world he was in was no longer the world with Qingfan Temple, ****, and the twenty-first century.

In terms of the web novels that the world occasionally reads, it is he who has crossed over.

As for the subsequent experience...... That's right, it's not time to go back in time.

The Buddha said, don't say, don't say.

It's just the words of Uncle Taishi's ancestor who refused to take refuge in Han Qi every time and escaped into the empty door.

"You have a relationship with the Buddha, but the relationship is not here. ”

Now it seems that the fate is not there...... That's what it is?

――

Ignoring Han Qi's deviant appearance.

At this time, after being rejected by Han Qi, Rhodia knew that he had not heard it wrong, but that it was indeed such a strange name.

Frowning and looking at Han Qi, after a long time, the corners of Rhodia's mouth grinned, as if she had eaten something unclean.

"Did you take it yourself?" or...... Impossible, right?"

Rhodia was puzzled: "There are thousands of names on this continent, and I have never heard such a strange one. And this pronunciation...... It's not good for you to be like this. ”

Han Qi was listening to Rhodia evaluate his name, and then what was the last accusation?

"Bad?"

Han Qi looked at Rhodia puzzled: "It's just a name, is it okay to talk about it?"

Rhodia shook her head and sighed and looked at Han Qi: "Maybe the place where you live doesn't have much prejudice against outcasts. But if you are going to enter the life of human society, you need to pay attention to all aspects. Outcasts don't deserve a surname, not even a first name if it weren't for fear of being called inconveniently. And having a name is to make it convenient for people to call. Your name is so strange that you call it out and you call it awkwardly. It's easy to get dissatisfied and get into trouble. ”

Han Qi opened his mouth in a daze, and subconsciously stepped back and looked at Rhodia uncertainly: "So what you mean, can I understand it...... Chances are someone slapping me in the face because my name is so hard to sound like it?"

Rhodia knew that she was reminding him of such a realistic situation, but she couldn't help but want to laugh when he asked him this.

"It's not possible...... It's a bit ...... though Hehe. ”

Rhodia laughed anyway.

Han Qi sighed and smiled, shook his head and patted the sleeping baby: "Let it be, they are happy." ”

"Huh. ”

Rhodia covered her mouth and smiled again, allowing Wilson to see that her jaw would drop to the ground. When did you see such a girlish side to this princess who didn't let Xu Mei like to wear armor and swords?

"Well...... henhen~...... Wow~"

Han Qi's expression froze, coaxing the baby who woke up crying inexplicably in his arms, and looked in the direction of the door.

And Rhodia also frowned and stood up, looking at him suspiciously. At this moment, the noise of Wilson and the knights was heard outside, and the frightened neighing of the horses.

Rhodia was about to open the door and go out to have a look. As a result, Wilson, who had already run from the back room to the front, slammed the door and pushed it open, his expression a little solemn.

"Rhodia...... We've run into Warcraft. ”

Rhodia subconsciously held the long sword and looked at Wilson: "What kind of monster?

Wilson spoke: "It's a third-level ......"

Rhodia breathed a sigh of relief: "That's not very high, is it?" You can't ...... yourself."

"I'm not done yet. ”

Wilson interrupted Rothea in a deep voice, staring straight ahead and sighing softly.

"Frost Wolf. ”