In the quiet study room covered with camel-red wool carpet, the morning light from outside the window shines in obliquely, casting a shadow on the figure behind the desk.
Tiny dust particles were floating in the air. In the sunlight, a slender, crystal-clear hand was holding a wine glass, and blood-red liquid was swaying gently in the glass.
A complicated dark purple hexagram suddenly appeared in front of the desk, disturbing the tranquility flowing in the study. The space cracked, and a tall dark purple figure emerged from the void.
It has a graceful figure, a whip-like tail, two hooves, and narrow eyes that stare seductively at the figure behind the desk.
Just when the atmosphere was about to turn charming, it stopped abruptly when the succubus opened her purple lips:
"Pululu--"
A cool breeze blew over him, and the wine swayed in the glass. The young and handsome figure was stunned: "What...?"
The succubus licked her lips with the tip of her nimble tongue: "Pulu Pulu Pupu Pupu--"
More saliva sprayed out unscrupulously fell on the cheeks, emitting a stench heavier than mud.
The young man, who had no time to react, subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it, and then the boy huddled in the thatched pile woke up from his spoiled dream.
A pig passed by with a huff, wagging its tail and emitting a scent similar to that of a succubus.
The boy fell back into the pile of grass which still had some residual warmth, still yearning for the warmth and the succubus.
His baggy blue pajamas were stained, with spots of mud plastered across his graying black hair.
The sky outside the thatched hut was gloomy and drizzling rain was falling. The mud spots that dripped from the holes in the roof and splashed became one of the culprits that woke him up.
Today is the third day since he passed through that door and came into this world.
After he dragged his body, which was several years younger than his, and wandered around the forest meadow for several hours without finding the culprit that appeared and disappeared out of thin air - a carved wooden door, Annan, who didn't want to stay in the forest where wolves howled until night fell, walked along a dirt road at dusk and came to a town that seemed like it was from the Middle Ages.
Then began a magnificent, thrilling, fantastic, bizarre, and starving life.
This is not the cognitive Middle Ages.
The inhabitants and travelers with unique skin and eye colors do not communicate in any known language.
"Hehe——"
A dirty pig's head poked out from the fence under the shabby hut not far away.
But pigs are still pigs, and the sun and moon are still there.
Annan waved to it. When the drizzle gradually stopped, he got up from the haystack and prepared for a new day's work.
Annan pushed aside the haystack beneath him and put the copper coins he had earned in the previous two days into his pocket.
The dark sky after the rain was foggy and the moisture brought by the wind made people shiver.
Annan wrapped himself tightly in his dirty and damp pajamas, walked along the narrow alleys filled with sewage to the town's busiest street, sat down among a group of ragged and smelly homeless people, and began his begging work for the day.
After all, he couldn't speak the language and there was nothing he could do except begging.
Even his lack of experience in business made his daily salary only one third to one seventh of that of the beggars around him, usually one coin, sometimes three.
Annan only used one copper coin every day to buy a small piece of bran bread mixed with sawdust, which was unpalatable but filling, and kept the rest for unexpected situations.
But it is unfair to say that Annan is just begging shamefully. He has learned a different world language, "get out of here", which may also mean "it's so dirty" or "don't block the way" or "it's so dirty".
A shadow darker than the dark clouds suddenly fell, accompanied by an incomprehensible voice.
My luck seems to be good today, as a kind-hearted person is willing to give me charity so quickly.
Annan looked up, and then the only thing he could imagine was Tom's mistress in Tom and Jerry.
He is the Tom.
Annan hoped that she was saying something like, "Oh poor child," "He needs some food and clothes and money," but the greed and pity between the woman's fleshy eyes might as well be saying, "Oh delicate sweetheart," "He needs a warm bed and a hug."
The woman, full of desire, waved and called out to the conflicted Annan. Annan wanted to yell at her... but what could be worse than freezing to death on the streets due to hunger?
A few minutes later, the weak and helpless Annan followed the bear-like strong woman, and the beggars around her couldn't wait to scramble for the remaining grass piles.
Standing in front of the street, a skinny, malnourished, shriveled pony pulling a cart full of goods passed by Annan.
Oh, poor little pony.
…
"Why is his hair black..."
"Could it be an elf..."
"The bard in the tavern said that elves all have pointy ears..."
"Maybe he's a mixed-blood..."
"This boy is a noble. I have heard him speak. I couldn't understand him but he sounded just as good as singing..."
"Look, he's going to eat..."
As dusk faded into the evening, three silhouettes lay by the window, whispering to each other.
The sturdy figure patted the person next to him and said, "Martin, go get some bread and clothes. He must be starving. Drinking only soup will make his stomach hurt."
"oh."
The silhouette called Martin left the window, went into the room, picked up the oil lamp and a linen coat, 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 was waiting cautiously, oblivious to the noise outside the window. The unknown frightened him, and the woman made him uneasy. Fortunately, there was a bowl of hot and fragrant meat soup to warm his heart.
Bang——
Annan, who was sipping the broth, looked up in surprise and saw the door was pushed open. Under the oil lamp, a thick, long, stick-like shadow poked its way in from behind the door...
…
Annan almost attacked the family who treated him well.
Annan gratefully accepted the bread and clothes. He subconsciously wanted to thank them, but then he remembered that they were speaking another language, so he could only smile quietly.
The black bread and broth made Annan, who had not eaten a full meal for a long time, feel bloated. Soon, the woman and a dark and thin middle-aged man carried a bed into the room, pointed at Annan, and then pointed at the clothes.
Annan understood what they meant and put on the faded linen coat.
The clothes were a little loose and rough for Annan now, but they were much better than the dirty pajamas whose original color was covered by mud.
Annan sat on the low steps in the yard and looked out at the night sky.
The woman and the man lived in the bedroom next door, and the young man went out and no one knew where he went.
Now that he was full and warm, he finally had 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 Earth, the delicious food on Earth, and...
A ball of burning flame suddenly rose outside the town, like fireworks lighting up the night sky. In the direction of the flame, two chasing figures were fighting outside the town, emitting strange lights and explosions.
It wasn't a trick or a magic trick, it was indeed some kind of magic.
As the two figures walked away, the flames dimmed and disappeared, and in an instant the rising night engulfed Annan's face.
Also disappearing was Annan's longing for his hometown..