Motarian sat calmly in the room, his mood unwavering, as he approved the papers.

He sat in what could be called the best room in Barbarus, and approved, in Barbarus, which could be called the most documents.

Two years had passed since Nacre's death, and after spending a year in the central hinterland and accumulating a grain save, he and Hades chose to leave the area and settle for the "safe haven".

Together with the Barbaros who had volunteered to follow them, they began to build a new home.

Very stereotypedly, Hades decisively put Motarian in charge of the construction of the Haven after instructing Motarian for a while.

On weekdays, Hades teaches the craftsmen mechanical skills, as well as yells and pounces on the ground.

Today, Hades rushed out to plow the field in high spirits, and the goal of Hades today was to hoe over a mountain.

He just doesn't want to work.

Not that there is really not enough food to eat.

Motarian was keenly aware of this.

After completing the day's task of plowing the land, Hades will be in a daze, for a long time, he likes to sit by the river, and sit for a day.

It doesn't look like I love construction and work.

In fact, Motarian didn't love clerical work, and he knew he wasn't the one in charge of it.

But because he couldn't beat Hades and couldn't outrun Hades, every time, he was thrown behind to be responsible for construction.

For example, today, Motarian planned to go out first to collect the plants on Barbarus, he quietly got up, cleaned up, and prepared to leave first, but just as he was already standing at the entrance of the city, meeting with several doctors,

Behind him there was a terrible laugh, and a dark shadow flickered in front of him—

Bang!

The next moment, Motarian's vision was reversed, and Hades fell over the shoulder with a blow, and the original body successfully fell to the ground, with a gold star in his eyes.

When the physician beside him pulled him out of the humanoid pit more than a meter deep in the ground, Motarian could only see a laughing back.

This time, Hades estimated that he would have to go out for another four or five days.

The haven must be guarded, and Motarian stared blankly at Hades, who had fled his shift, swearing that sooner or later he would kill Hades with paperwork.

So, today's overtime worker is Motarian, who calmly and heartily approved the documents - in less than an hour, the papers piled up on the table were emptied, and the next step was patrolling, training the army, and going to the construction site to move bricks......

Motarian's writing hand paused slightly, and the original object's keen hearing heard something.

Finally something happened.

Relieved, the original body put down the pen, stood up and left, and before leaving, Motarian glanced at the desktop, the important documents had been approved, and there was not much left—no problem.

Motarian strode to the entrance of the city, where a lot of people had gathered, and he saw that the patrol was pushing and shoving a man, and Motarian walked over, and the people immediately made way for him, and he saw a thin young man.

[What's going on?] 】

Motarian asked, and when the patrol saw him coming, they saluted.

Morag, the leader of the patrol, stepped forward to explain the situation to Motarian, who listened and watched the boy's expression.

The boy was visibly scared when he saw Motarian - but he restrained it well.

Motarian doesn't matter, anyone who sees him or Hades for the first time is scared - especially him, some people will have a sense of admiration for Hades, but for Motarian, everyone's first reaction is fear.

"He wanted to force his way into the city," Morag's face hesitated slightly, "and we stopped him." ”

Motarian glanced at Morag, and from the faces of the people, he could tell that there was something else going on in the matter.

[You can come in if you register," said the original body calmly, "the construction of the city is lacking the population, especially the labor force. 】

"I can go to the construction site and move bricks! I can also go and pull manure! ”

Seeing that the original body spoke, the boy shouted violently, "I don't need much food—I just—I want to see the doctor in the city, my mother is very sick!" ”

The boy's tail trembled slightly, and he was almost about to cry, and after shouting the last sentence, he plopped! The boy knelt down towards Motarian, his face buried deep in the ground.

Motarian's eyes widened, he had never experienced anything like this, and after all, he had only just come out of Nacre Castle for two years.

But the original body keenly noticed that when the boy said this, the people around him frowned and took a step back.

What's going on?

Don't panic, Motarian, and think about what Hades will do.

What are you hiding? 】

The boy was silent, just knelt on the ground, looking like he was crying.

Morag frowned and spoke,

"My lord, he's Kalas Typhon, the child of his mother and the Alien Lord—he and his mother are cursed for it."

Kalas, who was buried on the ground, looked up suddenly, his face full of tears, and he stared at Morag with an almost murderous gaze,

Rao was strong, and Morag, who was holding the scythe, felt uncomfortable under Callas's gaze.

I see......

Motarian thought.

[Bring me my herb packet, and two weeks' worth of food.] 】

Motari paused, he remembered Hades, Hades also saved him under the Alien Lord Nacre, on weekdays, Hades also takes care of the weak, so ......

[You go to the back of Hades's room, the third floor tank, and take three strips of meat from there.] 】

He shouldn't care.

The original body's words almost clearly told the people around him what he was going to do, and the people looked at him in amazement, and Morag seemed to want to step forward to persuade him—Motarian waved his hand,

[I'm the adopted son of the alien Nacre, which doesn't mean anything......]

Motarian looked at Karas, who felt like she was about to cry again,

When he was rescued by Hades, was he also in this mess? Motarian couldn't help but think - but at least he wasn't crying, was he.

[But if you do something out of the ordinary, I will kill you with my own hands.] 】

The primordial's voice cooled down, and Mortarian raised his voice,

[Talent must be used, merit must be rewarded, and guilt must be punished - this is the rule of the death guard!] Since there is no crime, then anyone can get a chance. 】

Seeing that Callas was about to kowtow again, Motarian hurriedly added,

[Don't kneel, prove to me your worth, prove that I am not saving a waste.] 】

Kalas stopped at once, and the boy wiped his tears and stubbornly stood up.

Motarian took the medicine bag, and he stuffed the cloth bag containing food into Karas's arms in one hand.

Tell me where your mother is? 】

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After a few words with the patrol, Motarian followed Kalas out of the haven.

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【That night】

Outside a thatched hut,

[Very sick,] said Motarian, who looked at Kalas in front of him with his head bowed and silent,

"Your Excellency...... And also...... How much longer? ”

[About two weeks.] 】

Motarian said, "This is already the limit, she has many old diseases, and it is a miracle that she has survived until now. 】

"She can't let go of my ......"

Kalas pressed his arms against his eyes.

Motarian was silent, giving the boy a moment to digest.

After a few minutes, Callas's chaotic breathing calmed down again, and he breathed rapidly,

"Thank you, sir."

Motarian stared at Callas, "You should be more grateful to Hades, he taught me all this. 】

He still couldn't get used to the atmosphere, because Hades had cleared Barbarus directly, and Motarian hadn't seen too many intense deaths.

[I'll go see your mother again and give her some ...... Analgesic medications. 】

Kalas nodded, making way for Motarian, who stooped into the house and saw the weather-beaten woman.

Kalas did not enter the house, and after a while, Motarian heard low sobs outside.

The original body crouched down and took out the syringe - this was specially made by Hades after improving his glass skills, and he skillfully concocted the potion,

"My lord," the woman on the bed, who was almost dead, suddenly spoke, startling the original body,

"Thank you, sir," tears slipped down her cheeks, "you are a good Samaritan, we have nothing to repay you,"

"I don't need to," Motarian said, "it's ...... I volunteered. 】

"My lord," said the woman, "I am a child like to play tricks, but he is very strong-boned, and he has suffered a great deal with me in the past few years, and he has no complaints—if you do not dislike him, you may make him your slave, and you can beat him however you want...... Just ......"

Motarian felt his breath a little unstable, and his hand holding the needle trembled slightly, he really hadn't experienced this.

Maybe Hades would have been a little more comfortable, and Motarian thought to himself, as if he wasn't going to make the atmosphere a little lighter - but Hades could do it easily.

He suddenly understood why Hades said he was still lacking in experience.

There will be no oppression," Mortarian said as calmly as possible, "As long as Callas Typhon does not break the law and does not harm others, he will be like everyone else, everyone is the master who decides their lives, and there will be no oppression. 】

He took out what he had used to talk to the other villagers, and said it.

As if by magic, the woman lying on the bed gasped loudly for a while, and then in a gasp of breath, she said weakly,

"Thank you."

[It's fine. Motarian said dryly.

The corners of the woman's mouth showed a slight smile,

“…… My lord, if only you had been seventeen years earlier......"

Seventeen years...... It occurred to Motarian that Kalas looked fifteen years old.

Seventeen years ago, it was probably the time when the woman was captured by the alien lord.

Seventeen years ago...... It was also the time when he was captured by Nacre.

Motarian didn't know how to persuade him, he quietly mixed the medicine, and after the woman said that, she stopped talking, and Motarian injected her, and then left the hut in silence.

Seeing Motarian come out, Callas, who was outside the house, hurried into the house.

Motarian was silent, the original body stared into the distance, in the fog-shrouded distance, he vaguely saw the mountain that Hades said he was going to hoe, he squinted for a while, but did not find Hades.

I guess where the guy went to paddle again.

Oh, yes...... Motarian thought to himself...... Why couldn't Hades come a little earlier?

However, if he doesn't come, will Motarian himself try to change the world?

Motarian felt that the answer was yes.

Even without Hades, Motarian swears, he would.

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After a few brief explanations to Callas, Motarian didn't stop and returned to the haven.

Motarian had a premonition that Callas would defect to him after his mother's death.

During the day, Callas looked at Morag with a look that was too impressive for the Primordial, and Kalas didn't look like a nobody.

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Four days later, Hades came back with a hoe in hand.

"Motarian! Did you steal my jerky?! ”

[No,] said Motarian, who was calm and hard-working in approving the papers, "The mother of one of the children was seriously ill, and I gave them three pieces of jerky. 】

He watched Hades' eyes widen, and then Hades rushed over, laughed and patted Motarian on the shoulder, and by the way, he came over to see what documents Motarian was appropriating.

"Well done! Why don't you give them a little more? ”

[Enough is enough.] 】

Hades sighed loudly in hatred, "This is humanistic care, besides, is this a problem?" You give them a little more, and they'll be able to hold out for a while. ”

[Got it, I'll give four next time.] 】

Hades stared at Motarian and raised an eyebrow,

“…… Hiss...... I don't seem to have taught you much about the sinister heart...... Or is it too simple on Barbarus......"

That day, Motarian was forced to listen to a lot of Hades' intrigues with some kind of red-robed cyborg — which he didn't understand, didn't understand — and Hades fell ill again.

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The next day, Kalas Typhon arrived at the Haven.

This time, the guards didn't embarrass him and let him go, although the people still avoided him.

Without any disguise, Callas made a beeline for the tallest house in the Haven.

Motarian was reviewing the papers, and Hades was giving Motarian mathematical problems, and he seemed keen to use metaphors like counting ducks to get Motarian to learn the collapse equation of a black hole.

Callas walked in, standing in front of Mortarian stunned.

Motarian subconsciously glanced at Hades' reaction with his peripheral vision, and to the consternation of the original body, Hades seemed a little shocked.

"My lord," Calas stood in front of the two giants, not in the slightest bit of frustration, "I want to do things under your hands—I have alien blood, and you can watch over me, but it also means that I have powers that others don't have." ”

Kalas stared at Motarian firmly, and the boy swallowed,

"It's similar to the power of the aliens - but I swear it's different, and I want it to work for you."

With that, Kalas raised his hand, and his hand lit up with a glittering arc of electricity.

Psionics!

Aside from the Alien Lord and Hades, this was the first time Motarian had seen a human with psionic powers—was that because half of Callas's blood was alien?

Hades didn't react, and his current state of mind was quite appreciative of seeing two monkeys fire for the first time.

Hades' gaze shifted to Callas Typhon, why didn't he think it was Callas? But that's a reminder to him...... He had spent so much time that he had almost forgotten about these people in Barbarus.

Hades hugged his arms, he didn't plan to care about this, he could go into the subspace to beat Nurgle, look at it, Kalas is not crooked.

He watched Motarian and Callas pretend for a moment, well, the original was handled properly, and Kalas left.

For some reason, Hades suddenly felt a sense of relief, teacher, my Motarian has learned to make friends.

【Hades...... What do you think? 】

Hades blinked, what, what, what?

"What?"

Hades said,

[A humanoid half-blood, there is no problem with dealing with it like this?] 】

Hades laughed twice,

"You'll see even more outrageous humans than Kalas in the future, don't worry, it's okay, I'll go see him later."

Motarian frowned, as if he wasn't sure what he was doing,

[Really no problem?] 】

Hades' gaze moved to the door, the direction in which Callas left, hey, that Callas who had a straight face every day used to be so shy when he was a child.

"If you have a problem, you have a plan to deal with it."

Hades said casually, and in his memory, he gradually remembered the people at the beginning...... Now they are still children...... Little Vaux...... It's a pity that Garo is not there......

Motarian was silent.

Actually, he didn't deal with the scheme.

(End of chapter)