Fell clasped his hands, looked at the boy who was squatting in the corner of the room and feasting, and couldn't help but remind: "Eat slowly, no one will rob you." ”

Sevita should have fallen on deaf ears.

If it had been a normal and beautiful day, just a day of work in the mines and looking forward to a peaceful day in the large bath and the soft bed in his room after work, he would have eaten slowly.

He would chew slowly, savoring every bite of food, chewing with his teeth, biting them, and turning them into powder with a deep flat surface before he swallowed them. After that, he will remember them fondly and savor them until he goes to sleep.

But now it was different, and now, he wasn't sure if he would be able to eat such a beautiful food tomorrow.

So he just ate with his head down, like a wild beast, like he had when he was in the shantytown.

"I am very healthy in all my physical indicators, and I have no genetic diseases, no infectious diseases, not even skin diseases."

Jairziño Guzmán looked up from the report in surprise and smiled rarely.

"This kid might really do."

"What can be?" Sevita looked up inarticulately, still holding a large Glocks steak in her mouth.

"Nothing, boy." Fell said with a slight warning, and glanced at the medical officer. "You'd better be respectful when talking to our Chief Medical Officer, you know? Otherwise, I can't guarantee what he'll do to you. ”

"Company Commander Fair."

"What?" Fair's face did not change and he turned his head to look at Jairziño Guzmán. "What's wrong, Honorable Chief Medical Officer?"

Guzmán nodded at him expressionlessly, saying nothing, just nodding quietly.

Fell grinned and turned his head back again, "Are you done eating, boy?" ”

"I'm done."

"Would you like another one?"

"Nope." Sevita slowly stood up and let out a long breath. He placed the plate on the table beside him and wiped his hands with his cotton coat. "Three servings is already my limit - well, what the hell do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Fell raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, he didn't expect this boy to have the courage to take the initiative to bring up the matter.

"I don't know." Sevita said dryly. He spread his hands and shook his head. "That's why do you keep answering me with questions? Not the man who brought me in. What's his name? ”

Fell's eyes narrowed.

There was a limit to his patience, and he could tolerate the casual attitude of the boy who had grown up in the shantytown towards him or the medic officer, but he would not allow him to speak out of the instructors of the Nightblades.

If this kid named Yago Savitarion was bold enough to do that, the Chief Think Tank really wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.

But Sevita didn't give him that chance, he was silent for a few seconds, and in Nostramo he uttered a name that was even more awkward than his own: "Carlil Lohals? ”

"Yes." Guzmán said. "Our instructor."

"What the hell is he doing?" Sevita said as he leaned against the wall, his hands behind his back, and he stood in a casual and even frivolous manner.

"I asked him what the instructor meant, and he told me that the instructor was like the projection machine in the mine that taught us how to mine. I don't think it's possible. ”

"You're not qualified to know what he's up to, kid." Guzmán replied softly, he did answer Sevita's question, and his tone could even be called mild, but the words were very cold.

"And you don't have to test our attitude towards you with that cleverness, we don't treat you as a test subject, so you'd better not think of us as some high-ranking abuser."

Fell laughed again.

"You'd better do what he says, boy." The chief think tank tilted its head in satisfaction. "You haven't suffered much until now. Now, stand up straight. ”

Sevita listened to the man, straightened her back, and stood straight. He had memorized the appearance of both men, though he didn't really know what they were called. Then, just a dozen seconds after he stood up straight, the door was pushed open again.

The giant who had led him walked in. He nodded to the other two giants, and they walked out. The door closed quietly, everything was so logical, yet abrupt. Sevita began to breathe gently and lowered her heart rate.

He involuntarily leaned the back of his head against the wall, his expression pretending to be calm: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Have you eaten enough?" Carlil asked. "How about we settle this matter first, and then I'll answer your questions?"

"I'm full." Sevita replied in a low voice.

Of course, he wasn't just fed – he was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and although his determination was far beyond that, that didn't mean his stomach was far beyond that.

Eating three Glocks steaks in a row almost made him unable to bend over, and the food was stuck in his throat, and the feeling of being too full made him both satisfied and uncomfortable.

In the past, every time he was lucky enough to get some food that wasn't human flesh, he would force himself to eat completely full, eat until he couldn't even sleep.

"Just eat your fill." Carlil nodded. "I'm not going to do anything to you, Yago Sevitaleon — or rather, Sevita."

He smiled, leaned against the door and clasped his hands: "At least we won't do anything to you until you agree." Bringing you back today, just a coincidence. ”

"Coincidence?"

"yes." Carlil said. "A coincidence."

He stared at Sevita, and there was an emotion in his completely dark eyes that Sevita couldn't understand.

"Actually, it's all too much of a coincidence. You're physically better than most adults, you're strong-willed, have a good personality, and even have age gifts, and you happen to be in Quintus. What a coincidence, Sevita. If I hadn't been sure."

Sevita swallowed.

Of course he didn't understand what Carlil was saying, but his ability to read was telling him one thing—the giant standing in front of him wasn't very happy at the moment.

And in his concept, you better not displease those who have the ability to control your life and death.

"Is there anything I can do?" The boy asked apprehensively, puffing out his chest and acting very heroically. "Anything, sir—I mean, as long as you don't really dissect me without anesthetics."

"You can stand there and listen to me finish some of my words."

"What?"

"Something that might make a big difference in your life later on. Remember that dream you just had, Yago Sevitalyon? ”

"I remember."

"In your dreams, you are walking alone in the fog, and you see many ghosts, and you can hear their whispers. You haven't just seen them in your dreams, have you? ”

Sevita gritted her teeth and tried to lie, but she failed—the giant stared at him as if he was slitting his chest with a knife and gouging out his heart, and he couldn't lie. He just can't lie.

"I've seen them many times." The boy clenched his fists. "I see them every day, sometimes in the fog, sometimes in the rainstorm, and sometimes they talk to me on animals. Rats, wild dogs, crows."

"And in your dreams."

"Yes, and in my dreams." Sevita replied in a low voice. "But, why do you ask this? Why are you so clear? ”

"I told you, I know a lot of things." Carlil laughed, temporarily withdrawing his gaze and no longer staring at him. "Well, new question, Sevita. Have you heard what they say? ”

"What? No, of course not! Sevita's eyes widened. Why should I listen to a bunch of dead people?! Eternal night is above, who knows what they are? I don't want to be caught by a bunch of dead gangsters! ”

"So you've never heard them clearly?"

"Nope." Sevita closed her mouth and swallowed again. "No, sir, no."

"So, do you want to hear it?" Carlil asked.

His words stunned the boy, but he didn't stop there, but continued the narrative. Like some kind of natural law, storms never stop because of human will, nature is cruel, even cruel, but they should be cruel.

"You should listen to them, Yago Sevitalyon. You have a talent that is mysterious to most people, and the few who have them in their hands usually have two ends. They will either spend their lives trying to resist this gift, or they will accept it and use it to become goddesses, sorcerers, or whatever. ”

"You can choose to accept it, or reject it, Yago Sevitaleon. But there is a premise. ”

Sevita's heart began to pound. He wasn't a stupid person, and he could understand that Karil Lohals was hiding something behind his words - and, even if he couldn't hear it, he could see it.

Why should these giants do this to an orphan like him? Placid?

After a long silence, Yago Sevitaleone spoke slowly. His voice had become hoarse, like an old man dying in his twilight years, or a mad slave locked up in a hole in the ground without conversing to anyone for a long time.

"What premise?" He asked in an extremely slight voice.

"Sanity." Carlil said. "There's a lot I'm going to tell you next, but I want you to keep your sanity and listen quietly. At that point, we'll talk about whether or not you want to accept it. ”

Updated.

(End of chapter)