"Sorry, the kid is hungry...... Can I use the fire?"

Breaking the silence means going on.

Whether it's to accept this strange person to come in and take shelter from the storm, or to throw him out.

The first person to wake up with the cry was not someone else, but the strange person in front of him.

After a few gentle coaxes, the weirdo politely asked Rhodia.

"Wait a minute. ”

Before Rhodia could reply, Wilson had already walked over and looked at the freak with a cold face: "Who are you, why are you here?"

Pointing to the crying and kicking baby in the strange man's arms, Wilson spoke, "Also, what's the matter with this child?"

The weirdo smiled apologetically while coaxing the baby: "That's right. I came from a nearby dwarven tribe to go to Ronald Town, but when I walked around and saw the thunder and lightning and the wind was strong, I wanted to come and take shelter. ”

Wilson still held the hilt of his sword in his hand: "The dwarves are in the south, and the Romans are in the far north." ”

The strange man was just about to speak, when suddenly the knight who had just reported a radius of five hundred meters to Brabra pointed at the strange man and pointed at Wilson: "Captain, look at his eyes, he is an outcast!"

Wilson was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the strange man's eyes, which were actually black pupils. "Are you an outcast?"

At this time, Rhodia, who had not spoken, opened her mouth in surprise and looked at the strange man.

The strange man paused, touched his nose, sighed and smiled: "If it is according to the description and definition of the God-given continent...... Then I am indeed an outcast. ”

After saying that, shaking the crying baby in his arms, the strange man turned to Rhodia: "By the way, she too." ”

"She?"

God has given the lingua franca of the continent, and there is a distinction between the man and the woman.

Subconsciously looked at the baby's black pupils, and then opened the swaddling clothes and looked between the baby's legs, sure enough, it was a girl.

Rhodia curled the corners of her mouth to say something, and her arm was pulled to the side.

"As a princess, don't have any contact with outcasts. ”

Rhodia frowned and turned to look at what Wilson was about to say, but Wilson glared at her with a serious expression.

Rhodia bit her lip and fell silent, then turned and walked to the side and sat down without saying anything more.

"And you're an outcast of dwarves and humans?"

The strange man hugged the baby, nodded and said, "They said they were going to migrate, and she and I were left behind." So I was going to go to the nearest town of Ronald, but I got lost, so ......"

As if after Wilson learned that he was an outcast, he slowly lowered his hand on the hilt of his sword. Not even the interest in pursuing the loopholes in his words just now was gone.

"We are knights of the Knights of the Guards of the Roman Empire. ”

Wilson pointed at the stranger: "As an outcast, you are not qualified to stay with us, give you a torch to get out of here." ”

"Huh. ”

The knight just now laughed contemptuously, and the other nine knights laughed and muttered something about sitting around the fire.

Wilson gestured to the weirdo with a blank face.

The strange man was a little helpless, looked at a few knights, and then hugged the crying baby: "Don't you, I'm nothing, but it's windy and rainy outside, and the child hasn't eaten, so I can't stand it." ”

Unmoved, Wilson picked up a torch and handed it to the stranger.

The strange man hesitated, and instead of taking the torch, he looked at Rhodia.

"Don't look at her. ”

Wilson blocked the stranger's gaze: "A noble princess, Your Royal Highness is not an outcast you can ......"

"Enough!"

Rhodia stood up suddenly: "Don't take a bite out of an outcast, a mouthful of a noble." Don't forget that my brother is also an outcast. I'm here to help him collect medicine. ”

The ten knights subconsciously looked over, and they stopped talking when they were glared back by Rhodia.

Wilson frowned and stepped forward: "Rhodia ......"

"Call me Her Royal Highness, Princess. ”

Rhodia craned her neck and looked at Wilson: "This place is already in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and strictly speaking, it no longer belongs to the territory of the three major empires. And their people have migrated. Nothing must be strictly enforced. ”

Wilson paused, glared at the stranger, turned his head and said no more, but no longer sat on the fire with Rhodia, but with ten knights.

Rhodia frowned and glanced at them, gesturing to the stranger, "Feel free to do whatever you want." But you have to plan for yourself, we have our own things to do, and if we don't get along with you, we won't provide you with shelter. ”

The strange man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and saluted with one hand: "Thank you." I'm really sorry to cause you any trouble, I'll try not to bother you, just a small area. ”

Rhodia replied, and sat aside and ignored him.

Although she said something and didn't drive him away, as a princess, even if she was an illegitimate daughter, as long as she was not an outcast, she couldn't get too close to them.

So, Rhodia didn't sit on this fire either, and got together with Wilson.

Wilson may have also taken her own initiative, deliberately acting as if he didn't know that Rhodia was coming, and sat there without moving.

Several knights turned their heads and laughed, and Wilson was pushed away by Rhodia's glare, Wilson staggered to his feet, looked at Rhodia who was sitting there muttering something, shook his head and didn't say much. He just didn't look at the weirdo over there anymore, and all of them, including the ten knights, ignored him as if he didn't exist.

So speaking of which, with the description and definition of the God-given continent...... What is an Outcast?

Simple and complex.

To put it simply, an outcast is not an abandoned baby, but it is about the same. I don't know if the rules on this continent are a little twisted. Although intermarriage between different races is very rare, it is not absent after all.

But it was as if it was cursed. As long as the baby is born from the mating of different races, it is inherently unable to practice magic and vindictiveness. A lifetime is equivalent to a wasted person. Such a child is called an outcast, a baby abandoned by God.

Complex. There are many, even most, people who can't practice magic and vindictiveness, so why does the outcast seem to have a very low status, treatment, and even dignity? This may start with the war between gods and demons a long, long time ago.

It's just that this is obviously a big hole, and only the second chapter tells you that you think so beautifully.

So now you just need to know that the outcast is not only equivalent to a waster in the God-given continent, but also that his status, reputation, and dignity are not much stronger than that of a slave. And even in a way, inferior to a slave.

Civilians at the lowest level can shout at them, beat and scold them, or even kill them, and most of the trials are biased towards civilians, and at most they cost a few dollars.

The strange man at this time and the baby in his arms belong to this kind of outcast.

As for how to tell them apart, it's simple. No matter what different racial combinations are arranged to give birth to outcasts, such as the combination of elves and humans, the outcasts born may be like elves with pointed ears, and may be like humans. Dwarves and humans are combined, and the outcasts born may be as short as dwarves, or they may be like humans.

But no matter how inherited it is, there is almost always one of the most obvious traits that is unique to outcasts.

This feature is black hair and black pupils.

Other than that, there is no race with hair and pupils of this color, and mutation is impossible. So much so that this has become the most convenient way to distinguish outcasts from ordinary races.

Just now, the weirdo didn't recognize him for a while because he didn't have a beard or hair.

As for having eyebrows...... It's better to look directly at the eyes.

The strange man slowly sat down by the fire, and since he was allowed to stay, he didn't say much. The baby who was still crying was gently placed on the grass by him. To ignore when he didn't exist were the ten knights plus Wilson, but it can't be said that none of them paid attention to him. Rhodia, who didn't have much to talk about with these men, wore knight's armor and a knight's sword, and her identity and gender were destined not to talk to them.

In the case of ten knights and princesses sitting together, it was still a little restrained.

Tilting his head slightly to look at the strange man over there, he could take a closer look at how strange he really was.

On the contrary, I see a lot of interesting situations.

Although the robes were old, the robes worn by bards were changed to shape the body, but they flattered his figure. Not to mention robust, but also very well-proportioned and sturdy. The height looks passable, more than 1.8 meters. But for a woman, she is 1.75 meters, and a man looks ordinary.

It is estimated that the time of walking outside is not short, and I am still holding the child, and the robe is at my feet to cover the shoes, but it is spotless from top to bottom, and it is still easy to get dirty white.

The collar is very neat, if you don't pay attention to the bald head, the gentle smile and the curved corners of the mouth that have never changed, it looks very close, but the unique black pupils of the outcast set off the face of this figure, which has a bit of unique charm and taste.

The more she looked at it, the more daring she became, and the corners of Rhodia's mouth curled.

It's not that she's pregnant with a young girl, and it's impossible for Huaichun to face an outcast.

It's just that she is really curious, except for Charles, the foundling half-brother who came here to collect sunsets for him, this is basically the outcast she has been in contact with. Some curious, some casual, and nothing else.

But perhaps, curiosity prevails.

"Wait a minute...... Wait a minute......"

The weird outcast's smile remained the same, as if it was his habit. While doing things, I coaxed the baby to take it with me. Very slowly and steadily, he took out a small basin from his bag, and a small bottle of green liquid.

Placed on the fire, the baby watched as the weirdo outcast opened the green vial and poured the liquid into it. No more crying, just calves kicking, black eyes unblinking, occasionally making ahhh

Rhodia recognized that it was the cheapest drink on the mainland, wild juice.

It seems that a little white has been added, which should be pure goat's milk.

Then the weird outcast took out a spoon and stirred it slowly.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the horses tethered outside made a noise. Wilson and several knights subconsciously stood up, and Rhodia followed him to the door and went out. I found that there was thunder and lightning and strong winds outside, and it was already raining at this time, and it was not small. Rhodia walked back to the stone house, and Wilson and the ten knights went to the back of the stone house, where they could see through a dilapidated window in the back wall of the stone house, looking for something to protect the horses from the rain.

At this moment, only Rhodia and the weird outcast are left, and the outcast baby.

Just as Rhodia was about to walk back to the fire and sit back, she suddenly froze there, looking strange.

"Come, eat...... Slow down......"

The weirdo outcast pours the already warm juice and goat's milk back into the bottle. It is a bottle made of wood, and the mouth of the bottle is neatly clamped with thin wire. A bulge at the mouth of the bottle was soft and bitten by the baby, and it seemed to be the skin of some kind of plant. It's a very soft and resilient kind.

Of course, the Romans had this kind of thing, which was used for feeding babies. But the workmanship is finer and more expensive.

But the hearts of weird outcasts are thinner than a bottle. Pour it on your arm to feel the temperature before carefully placing the mouth of the bottle into the baby's mouth. Raise the amplitude to ensure that you won't choke.

The baby waited for a long time, and at this time he suddenly took it in his mouth, sucked hard, and held the small bottle with his hands and feet, looking so cute.

The weird outcast hugged her and shook it gently, with a smile on his lips.

Accompanied by the light of the bonfire, there is also this scene.

Rhodia's heart seemed to have been touched by something.

Especially touching, the softest part of a woman's uniqueness.

Maternal instinct.