The power of the sun has eased when the sun wakes up in the afternoon*, and the continuous rain has dispelled the heat of the long noon. A sand rabbit pokes its head out of the hole in the back of the sun, its fluffy ears spinning around.

There are no predators, not even the wind. The sand rabbit's three-petal mouth twitched. The slightly damp scent formed an association of sweet drinking water in its little head.

With a thud, its last thought was the crunch of a cracked skull, and its incredibly bouncing hind legs twitched only a few times.

The tall man stepped out of the shadows, pinched his long ears and stroked them. "Gotta have to be four or five pounds...... I don't know how long it will be enough for the little cub to eat. Victor thought in fragments, and even though he knew the need to remain silent in an unfamiliar place, he still couldn't get rid of the old problem.

"Ferratu, North, Daniel...... Anyway, bless the little cub for loving these, otherwise I will have to cut the cactus. Yes, yes, I'm reduced to killing rabbits, but I'm still alive, and whoever told you to pull out your guns wasn't fast enough. One, two, three, the whole family is here,! ”

The Midnight Lord, who had changed his armor, put his hood back on—he was still not used to the long-scorching sun, and turned to disappear into the yellow sand. The dunes are silent again.

Upon returning to the Twilight, Victor found that the hull exposed outside the yellow sand had been welded and the hatch had been freshly welded, and the large hole that had been used for them to enter and exit, presumably blown out by the Elvens, had been repaired. He walked in, frowning at the unexpected flickering lights.

"I fixed the lighting system." The priest shook his appendage at him, "Remarkable achievement, isn't it?" ”

"There are also air conditioning systems and water purifiers." Fogrem brushed through his smooth hair.

"The water purification device has flown into subspace, and I hope it will smash the head of some demon. Now this one is my new one. ”

"Great, but can you give me a little room to be autistic?" The Child of the Night slid expressionlessly into the shadows beside the Phoenix.

"I sometimes think you should take the initiative to cure the group hysteria of 'fanciing yourself as a bat', starting by embracing the light. The Eighth Legion always howls that they are the Children of the Night, but never takes off the built-in night vision devices. ”

"yes." Astarte rolled his eyes. "It's as incomprehensible as the emperor's son."

"No more nonsense – you had a good day." An appendage quickly snatched the large and small animals from the branches in his hand. "Gerbils? I love this, they're extinct in Terra, it's a shame, it's delicious. ”

"I've tasted it, it's not poisonous, the cub should be able to eat it, it's much more decent than the Nostramo." Victor pouts at Nunu, the cradle of the incubator's modification. "How is he?"

"Ate three bowls, cried for forty-eight minutes, and pulled twice." The priest spread his hands, and at the same time a few tentacles poked out from under the red robe, and nimbly peeled the skin of the hunt cramps, sliced them into thin slices at a dizzying speed, and poured them into the soup bowl the size of Astarte's head with the already cut cactus, and the flamethrower roasted it for a few seconds before emitting a rich fragrance.

“ewwww？” There was a sound in the cradle. Shelley gave a "again" look. "If you want me to say that the quality of this cultivation cabin is not good, there is no risk resistance at all, and it is not as strong as the thing inside. You just vomited amniotic fluid before you came, and now you smell it again, tsk. ”

Victor frowned. "Is it really okay to eat like this?"

"I ate three days' rations for my adoptive parents for my first meal that year." Fogrem leaned against the corner and whispered.

"Didn't they have children?"

"I've raised them, but they've all died," he moved uncomfortably...... "Well, when I was a child, few people could refuse me." Later, they couldn't support me, so I worked on my own to earn food. ”

"I wish he could fend for himself soon, this thing is crying too loudly." Shelley lifted the cover from the cradle, and a round head poked out. Obviously, this little golden guy was already acquainted with the three of them.

"Ahh......h Fogrem immediately followed suit. Victor laughed inwardly as he tried not to look at the child's face.

The little guy leaned out of his upper body, stretched out his little arms, and his purple eyes were firmly fixed on the priest's hand,—— which was also the place where there was not much flesh and blood on this body, revealing a visible longing with the naked eye.

"I used to have a kitten." "He ate too many dead rats and killed himself." ”

"If a genetic protogen can be stripped to death, the auxiliary army should only be left with cooking soldiers." Shelley's face was expressionless.

"I just should be cautious with my children!"

"Wake up, I have more experience raising children than all of you."

Fogham rubbed his face. "Let me first state that I haven't raised anything, I ...... He was a political marriage in Chemos. ”

The two sabre-rattling people turned their heads in unison: "Who asked you?" ”

"Don't interrupt, I just wanted to ask - does Nostramo have the soil for raising students?"

"Yes, we don't raise children, we eat children, satisfied, right? Sober up, Conrad brought lasting peace there. Even before that, no matter how evil a civilization is, it will not survive without new blood. ”

"Not necessarily, I just grew out of a jar." Shelley patted the little guy on the back with an appendage and poured it into a jar of nutritious porridge that had been removed from harmful substances (although they had a slightly more heated debate about whether or not the substances were harmful to the original).

The Midnight Lord grunted. Watch as the priest's eyes twinkle with a red light as he adjusts the temperature of the water. "Have you ever heard of nutrition?"

"Huh?"

"Latin...... I forgot about the evolution of vocabulary. In short, you know that this porridge meets the standards in all senses, which is the fruit of science and the crystallization of human civilization. ”

Victor and Fogrem looked at the muzzle of the black hole that was spewing flames into the bowl, and remained silent in agreement.