In the silent study with a camel red wool carpet, the morning light outside the window slanted in and sprinkled on the figure behind the desk.

Tiny floating dust swam in the air, and the slender palm that sparked in the sunlight held the wine glass, and the blood-red liquid swayed lightly in the glass.

A cumbersome dark purple six-pointed star array suddenly appeared in front of the desk, disturbing the silence flowing in the study. The space cracked, and a tall dark purple figure emerged from the void.

With a graceful posture, a whip-like tail, two hooves, and long, narrow eyes seductively gazing at the figure behind the desk.

When the atmosphere was about to turn beautiful, it abruptly stopped in the red and purple of the succubus:

"Puff puff—"

The coolness came to his face, the wine swayed with the wine glass, and the young and handsome figure was stunned: "What ......?" ”

The tip of the succubus's dexterous tongue licked his lips: "Puff puff-"

More unbridled spitting saliva landed on his cheeks, emitting a fishier stench heavier than dirt.

The young man, who had no time to react, subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and then the boy who was huddled in the thatched pile woke up from his deteriorating dream.

A pig wagged its tail and passed by with a scent of the same origin as the succubus.

The boy falls back into the grass with the residual warmth, attached to the warmth and the succubus.

His baggy blue pajamas were stained and muddy on his graying black hair.

The sky outside the hut was overcast, and the drizzle was falling. Dripping from the hole in the roof of the shed, the splashes of mud became one of the culprits who woke him up.

Today is the third day that he has come into this world through that door.

When he dragged his body several years younger through the forest meadow for several hours without finding the culprit that appeared and disappeared out of thin air - a carved wooden door, Annan, who did not want to fall at night and stayed in the forest with the sound of wolf howls, followed a dirt road in the dusk to a town that seemed to be medieval.

Then began a magnificent, thrilling, fantastical, and starving career.

This is not the cognitive Middle Ages.

The communication of the inhabitants and travelers with unique skin colors and pupils is by no means a known language.

"Hmph-"

A dirty pig's head poked out from the fence under a dilapidated hut not far away.

But pigs are still pigs, and the sun and moon are still there.

Annan waved at it. When the light rain gradually stopped, I got up from the haystack and prepared for the new day's work.

Picking up the haystack under him, Annan pocketed the copper coins he had earned two days ago.

The dark sky after the rain was foggy, and the humidity that carried with the wind made people shiver.

Wrapped up in his dirty and damp pajamas, Annan walked down the narrow alley where the sewage flowed to the most prosperous street in the town, and sat familiarly among a group of ragged and foul-smelling homeless people, and began today's begging work—

After all, the language barrier means that he can't do anything but beg.

Even his unskilled business made his daily salary only one-third to one-seventh of that of the beggars around him. Usually one, sometimes three.

Annan used only one copper coin a day to buy a small piece of unpalatable but full bran bread mixed with sawdust, leaving the excess for the unknowable.

But it would be biased to say that Annan was only begging in shame, and he learned the phrase "get out of the way" in Exoworld, which may also mean "really dirty" or "don't get in the way" or "so dirty".

A shadow deeper than the clouds fell abruptly with an incomprehensible voice.

Today seems to be a good day of luck to have a kind person willing to give kindness so soon.

Annan looked up, and then, the only thing he could imagine was Tom's mistress in Cat and Mouse.

He's the Tom.

Annan wished she was saying, "Oh poor boy," "He needs some food, clothing, and money," and so on, but the greed and pity that bloomed in the woman's fleshy eyes could also be saying "Oh, delicate and lovely," and "He needs a warm bed and a hug." ”

The woman with lust beckoned to the tangled Annan, who wanted to scold her loudly...... But what could be worse than starving frozen streets?

A few minutes later, a weak and helpless Annan followed behind the bear-like woman, surrounded by beggars who were eager to grab the haystack that was left behind.

Standing in front of the street, a thin, malnourished, shriveled little horse pulled a cartload full of goods and drove past Annan.

Oh, poor foal.

……

"Why is his hair black......"

"Could it be an elf ......?"

"The tavern bard says elves have pointy ears......"

"Maybe it's a half-breed ......"

"This boy is a nobleman, I have heard him speak, I don't understand but it is as good as singing......"

"Look, he's going to eat......"

In the evening when the dusk faded, the three silhouettes lay by the window, whispering.

The stout figure patted the person next to him: "Martin, go get some bread and clothes, he must be hungry, and his stomach will hurt just by drinking the soup." ”

"Oh."

The silhouette called Martin left the window, went into the room, picked up the oil lamp and a linen jacket, ran to the kitchen, tucked the oil lamp under his arm, and grabbed a loaf of black bread from under the kitchen cloth.

On the other side, Annan, who was unaware of the movement outside the window, waited stiffly. The unknown frightened him, and the woman troubled him. Fortunately, there is a bowl of hot and fragrant broth that warms people's hearts.

Bang –

Annan, who was sipping broth, looked up in surprise and saw that the door had been pushed open, and under the oil lamp, a thick stick-like shadow poked into the door......

……

Annan almost attacked the family who had been kind to him.

Thankfully taking the bread and clothes, Annan subconsciously wanted to thank him, but remembered that they spoke another language, so he had to smile quietly.

The brown bread and broth made Annan, who had not eaten for a long time, feel bloated. A short time later, the woman and a thin dark middle-aged man carried a bed into the room, and pointed to Annan and then to the clothes.

Annan understood what they meant, and changed into this washed and faded linen coat.

The clothes are a little loose and rough for Annan now, but they are much better than the dirty pajamas that hide their original color with mud.

Annan sat on the low steps in the courtyard and looked out at the night sky.

The woman and the man lived in the adjacent bedroom, while the young man went out and disappeared.

Now that he is full and warm, he finally has time to think about things other than survival.

Looking at the sparse starry sky under the moonlight, Annan began to miss the hustle and bustle of the earth, the food of the earth, and the ......

A flaming flame suddenly rose outside the town, like fireworks lighting up the night sky. In the direction where the flames emerged, two chasing figures were fighting in the town, bursting with strange lights and explosions from each other.

It's not a trick or a magic trick, it's some kind of magic.

As the two figures moved away, the flames dimmed and vanished, and in the blink of an eye, the night engulfed Annan's face.

Also disappearing is Annan's longing for his hometown.