I, the Creator!

Joyce, who originally thought it would go smoothly, fell into embarrassment at this time.Because the two sides had no other communication except for the greeting just now, only the sound of insects and silence around them.

On the other hand, Kuyama chose to remain silent entirely because he didn't know what to say, and wanted to see what the other party's attitude was.

Therefore, under the stalemate, in the end Joyce really couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere, and said in a tone that he thought was milder: "Well, where did you come from?".

"..." There was a moment of silence at first, and then Kuyama opened his mouth and said, "Actually, we don't quite know where we came from. Along the way, people kept joining us, and people kept dying. Everywhere There are people with us, so it's really hard to answer that question."

Joyce heard a sense of fatigue and faltering in Kuyama's words.It's like when I lost my faith when I was struggling to survive in the ruins of Aser City, and I was so weak after being pulled back by Su Bai.

They must be hungry now—that was what Joyce thought.Because not only the tone of the speaker, but also the eyes of the people around him looking at him.Because he had just had a delicious meal of giant rabbits not long ago, the aroma of the meat still lingered on Joyce's body.

As people who have been hungry for days, the fugitives led by Kuyama are naturally extremely sensitive to the smell of food.The smell coming from Joyce seemed to be luring them, so subtle that people couldn't take their eyes off it.It is this smell of condiments that faintly evokes the memories of everyone under the background of peace in the past.

All of a sudden, the emotions were too complicated to tell.

As the next store owner trained by his father, Joyce thinks he also has a bit of ability to read people.Thinking a little about the background of their escape, you can roughly guess their plight at the moment.But although he sympathizes with them very much, Joyce also knows that there is not only himself in Aser City, but also Adams, Elsa and the most important Mr. Su Bai.

Joyce couldn't make sure that the three of them fully agreed that he would let anyone join his organization at will, so he had to say concisely: "Well, I know it's difficult for you to flee all the way, but we don't have much food right now I will bring you some porridge made from Arcata tubers and some dried meat later. Well, you can rest wherever you want, after all, this city is very big. But you have to be careful that there are occasional giant beasts around here haunt".

Without waiting for their response, Joyce turned around to get those things.

And Kuyama waited for Joyce to go far away before he came back to his senses, and was even more surprised that he directly used food to help people like himself.

"This, this..." Kuyama murmured something he didn't know.The people next to him were even more excited about the food that Joyce said, but there were also some people who trembled when they heard the giant beast haunting, and would think of some bad memories.

In short, Joyce's words were like throwing stones into the stagnant water of Kuyama, causing waves, and making their originally dead eyes shine a little brighter.

But Kuyama woke up from the vision of the food, and he wondered why the person who came over was able to distribute the food to their group without asking how much.What's more, people can't help thinking about it - there is a strange power aura lingering around him, which left a deep impression on Kuyama, who is not strong in extraordinary power.

Of course, the other extraordinary people in the team also felt Joyce's strangeness, but the torture caused by hunger really didn't allow them to think deeply, so they had to stop.The resulting thoughts had to be postponed, after all, the hunger in the stomach was the more imminent problem.

Not long after, under the watchful eyes of Kuyama and others, Joyce returned to them with a large wooden basin and some dried meat.

It's just that Joyce's face is a little embarrassed.Because when he just returned to the fire, Mr. Su Bai had already cooked the porridge and prepared the jerky as if he knew all of Joyce's plans.

"Well, carry it by yourself. Do you still want me to go? Huh?" Su Bai closed his eyes and couldn't see the expression in it, which made Joyce murmur in his heart.But there is no way, the promise I made can only be fulfilled by myself.

Joyce picked up the heavy wooden basin, his face turned red immediately, because he was pressed by its weight, and there was an inexplicable shame in it.He turned his head slightly and put the dried meat on the lid of the wooden basin again, then whispered to Su Bai with closed eyes: "Sir, then I'll go."

"Well, let's go," Su Bai said slightly, and finally comforted Joyce who was thinking wildly.

Back to the present, Joyce quickly put down the wooden basin in his hand, and used the simple soul power technique taught by Su Bai to light up a small fire to illuminate the surrounding area.

"Well, the food is here. Eat it quickly, it won't be good if it gets cold." Joyce kept the light of the magic spell to let the fleeing people eat these things quickly.

As for the reason why he maintains his spells, it is naturally because although there are extraordinary people among these people in front of him, but seeing them hiding in the shadows and not making any light when Joyce came, it is clear that their power is close to exhaustion now. , can't use it.If Joyce hadn't brought some light out, it would have been pitch black.

Sure enough, at the moment when the light rose, the pupils of the Transcendents in the team suddenly shrank, but then they couldn't help swallowing when they saw the appearance of the food, looking cautious and a little funny.

Even Kuyama felt a little inexplicable warmth in the light, and his nervousness eased.So he saluted Joyce a little seriously: "Thank you for your generosity. With these foods, we can last for a while. Thank you very much for your help."

After saying thanks, Kuyama turned around and shared the pile of mushy porridge with the spoons in the wooden basin with the others, and chewed the dried meat.

The feeling of fullness in the mouth has never been so satisfying and moving, and some people even think they are going to cry.In fact, some people started crying after eating. The warm food not only warmed their stomachs, but also seemed to fill up some lost things during their escape.

Kuyama froze for a moment, then touched his own face.Two lines of incomparably obvious tear marks made him realize that he had also shed tears just now, but he didn't feel it yet.

Apparently, Joyce had noticed such a change completely, and his various estimates of the group in front of him changed again and again.But now he is not going to have a detailed discussion with these refugees. Seeing how they were devouring, Joyce still decided to continue the follow-up conversation tomorrow.

After all, looking at this group of people with their tattered eyes and refusal to accept external things, it is really not a positive example of living well.Although Joyce had also experienced the great changes in Aser City himself, he never left here and even hid until the disaster was over before coming out.And the three people behind Su Bai also looked very clean because of Su Bai's protection, so that he didn't have a general understanding of the outside scene.

Until today, when I saw Kuyama and his party, Joyce was deeply shocked the moment he saw the yellow, thin and frightened appearance.It turns out that the outside world has pushed people to this point, and they have to live such a difficult life.

What's more, Kuyama also said that people kept joining and leaving on the way to escape, which naturally made Joyce imagine what it would be like.After a while of awe, Joyce, who maintained the light, seemed to let out a sigh, his face hidden in the shadow under the light.

"It's too naive to think that I am miserable. Hehe, the war is still going on outside. Am I really obsessed with something too small?..." Thoughts reverberated in my heart, and the curse aura on Joyce's body was uncontrollable His own circulation rises up.

It's a pity that the darkness covered up the indistinct strangeness, and even Joyce himself didn't realize that the change of his mentality had a huge effect on arousing the power of the curse.

Curse, after all, is a mysterious force that is inseparable from people.