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The man touched the bandages around his body and sighed heavily.

He hadn't lived such a peaceful life for a long time, he didn't know what kind of town "Chaoyang City" was, and he hadn't had a chance to leave here yet.

Out of precaution, Osecus made a point of explaining that these wounded outsiders could not be allowed to enter the city for the time being.

The man could understand these actions, but he would also isolate such a group of strangers, not to mention the fact that the two slaves also had pointed ears, which was too distinct elven trait, and it would be very dangerous for someone with bad intentions to sneak into the city.

But he also heard from a few young people who had come to change bandages or deliver meals, and they were all talkative, with a light in their eyes, and men could see in them their expectations for life.

It is said that "Chaoyang City" is a city founded by human beings, and it exists because of the glory of the Lord.

Every time he heard this, the man felt anxious at the same time, and he did not understand why these people seemed so happy when they spoke of their "Lord", who was not in awe of fear like the king of the elves?

While fleeing outside, they heard rumors of "terrible shadows," "the sun god who burns everything," and "the evil warriors he drives."

In the stone house these days, the mere sound of footsteps approaching outside the door would wake the man from a nightmare, and he would subconsciously fumble for his weapon - but nothing.

Inside and outside the house, there was no threat, the grogginess of sleep made his arms weak, and the warm leather blanket pressed on his body, carrying a smell of unwashable shame.

It's completely different from the smell of the sea, and it's hard for men to say which one they prefer.

If anything, he prefers the food or medicinal soup brought by the young people, as if he can absorb some of the hopeful vitality by talking to them.

However, these young people did not understand the elven language, and the man could only understand part of the language they spoke, but this did not prevent him from listening to others, and the man had memorized a few simple words, thanks to the strengthening of his memory by the elven bloodline.

As a slave, you can only eat one meal a day in the elves, and if you anger your master, you may not even get this one, and the temper of the elves has always been not very good.

If it were just humans, their condition would not be so bad, but because they have some elven blood on their bodies, they have become the lowest level of "dirt".

Here, however, meals are served twice a day, one in the morning and one at nightfall.

Distributing food in large quantities to the wounded, or "foreign prisoners", is a luxury in the man's mind, unless the human here has a stable source of food, and he can easily make such associations.

Today's delivery of the soup and morning meal was the same young man named "Abram", who seemed to be helping people with errands, and in the young man's own words, he "walked fast."

The man once watched Abram pull a crack in the wall, and decided not to delve into what kind of way this "fast walk" was taking.

There seemed to be a lot of extraordinary people here, and the man recalled the people he had seen on the first day, and they had a more or less strange temperament.

The most normal thing is only the handsome young man who can release light in his hands, but the man has not seen him since he left after cleaning his wounds that day.

Abram took the medicinal soup and meal and put it on the low table next to the bed: "How do you feel today?" ”

There was a strange pause in his words, but the man decided not to correct it, and Abram was already grateful for his willingness to patiently communicate with him in Elven language: "Thank you, it feels good." ”

Abram removed the bandages from the man's body, and he sighed silently as he looked at the shocking wounds. During his wanderings with his father and mother, he saw many slaves who resembled men, living at the bottom of the race.

But this was the first time Abram had been able to lend a helping hand to them, and he knew in his heart that only "Chaoyang City" had the strength to do so.

"If it hurts, tell me." Abram said this, and after a brief observation of the wound, he threw all the bandages into the barrel in the corner of the house.

The man shook his head, looked at the scabbed scar without saying a word, raised his arm and swung it twice in the air.

He could feel the strength coming back into his body. The recuperation life also made him a little boring, so the man asked, "I want to go outside and move my body, is it okay?" ”

Abram repeated the man's words twice, barely understanding part of the meaning: "You, you want to go out?" ”

The man nodded, though he felt Abram seemed to have misunderstood something.

The young man frowned disapprovingly, and made a gesture of medicinal soup: "Medicine, there are still a lot of them, I haven't eaten them." ”

The man nodded again and slowed down: "Only at the door, let's go." ”

Abram said yes a few times, at least he seemed to understand: "I'll ask." ”

This is the most proficient elvish phrase he uses when communicating with men.

The man watched Abram open a door directly on the wall and step out like that, and even though he was used to the scene, he was still amazed to see it again.

The medicinal soup in the tray, the man was used to drinking it before the meal, so that it would not cool for too long and become bitter, and the warm medicinal soup would still emit the smell of burnt wood residue, and the man resisted the urge to vomit and drank it all.

At first, he was reluctant to drink this muddy soup, but the girl who came to deliver the medicine for the first time took a few sips in front of him, drank it, and expressed the meaning of "there is no poison in it" with her movements, which made the man reluctantly put his mind at ease.

But when he took the first sip, he still spit it all out.

But in the past few days, the body that quickly recovered its vitality allowed the man to directly overcome his physical resistance, and he was very active in cooperating with the medication twice in the morning and evening.

Drink the medicine first, and you can also ensure that he will not vomit the contents of his stomach as well.

On the other plate was breakfast, two omelettes, a chewy dough with a glossy glow, a few crispy green fruits, and a spoonful of unknown jam.

The man quickly swept away the food and moved his arms, the wounds on his shoulders and the scratches on his flanks were basically no longer painful, only occasionally itchy.

He hadn't gotten permission to walk out the door, so he was just moving around the room for now, leaning against the window and looking out at the paved gravel path.

Outside his window, he could see lush plants, green everywhere, which made men very unaccustomed. But after a few quiet days, he seemed to be about to fall in love with the scenery again, and everything was so peaceful, like a well-decorated dream.

It's so good that it doesn't feel real to him.

The elven palace is underwater, and even if some of the elves live in the forest and have completely different customs from the life under the sea, they also have some common characteristics - such as belief in the king and queen of the elves, close to nature, advocating the strong, and for example, they like to make food from the blood of their prey.

And this is inseparable from the "hunting" part.

The target of the hunt may be any creature that can move, and the elves will even deliberately train their own children, including slaves of other races, to teach hunting skills with less threatening prey.

This is also their easiest chance to escape, and it is a matter of course that immature hunters are more likely to let their prey run away.

Men are always wondering if they will be expelled from here too, and then what? And then he has to live that life again?

He took two steps back from the window and sat back on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and he hesitated for two seconds before replying, "Come in!" ”

The man who walked in was dressed in a black robe, with a shadow that seemed to have life floating between his eyebrows, and a bird was crouching on his shoulder.

The man had seen the other man, and he had been saved by the other party, and the young man named Abram was following him, and he had also entered the room, looking very respectful.

"Hello, I don't seem to have introduced myself seriously since we first met."

The powerful man was fluent in elven language, which was the man's first impression: "Hello. ”

"I am Sasriel, as the half of the Lord, here to carry out and convey the Lord's will...... That is, to help him do something. Sasriel said this, but his tone did not soften the atmosphere of the conversation, but only made the man's eyes more nervous.

Accustomed to hierarchical humility, it was hard for him to imagine that a noble being of that unfathomable power would communicate with a slave in such an amiable tone.

Sasriel couldn't help but laugh, he could easily see through what the man was thinking: "Don't worry so much, life here is very different from the elves. Your censorship is almost over, and from today onwards, you can go to the nearby city and walk around as you please. ”

Censor? There is no censorship in the man's memory, and if those weird nightmares are put aside, he doesn't remember there...... By the way, those nightmares?

The man hesitated for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but drift out of the door: "I, we, can we all stay?" Stay here? What do we need to do? ”

"What needs to be done by you, after a while. However, in the life of Chaoyang City, you can also find something you can do in exchange for payment. You can share the news with others later, and you bring a few other guests with you. ”

Sasriel nodded at Abram: "Abram, then I have to trouble you to take them and briefly introduce our city." ”

"No problem! I can do it! Abram's lame elven language made Sasriel sigh inwardly.

Sasriel held Zoya on his shoulder into the palm of his hand: "Can you help be a translator?" ”

"Yes."

Watching the boy carefully hold the lark, Sasriel remembered that there was something else.

He turned back to the man who was staring at Zoya suspiciously: "Abram told me that you have no name. ”

The man nodded silently, his shame beginning to eat away at his self-esteem again.

"The Lord will answer any request for salvation, and from this day onwards you will be called 'Leodro,' are you willing?"

The man stared at Saslir in dismay, a word in Elven language that means "heart of a brave beast."

"Okay."