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The child's home is extremely simple, just a simple two-bedroom, the outside is the living room and the kitchen together, and the inside is the bedroom.

Damon didn't look carefully, but he could see from the slightly open door that the room inside was very dark, and a corner of the thin quilt fell beside the bed.

There was a pair of tables and chairs outside. There was an oil lamp and a bowl of cold steamed potatoes on it. I didn't eat a few bites. It seemed that the child came out when he heard the noise.

There is a stove near the wall near the inner room. There is only a pot and a few kitchen utensils on the stove. There are two small potatoes that are about to germinate in the corner, and some seasoning jars.

In addition to this, there are only two people left, Damon and the child.

"Are you alone at home? Are your parents there?" Damon put down the rabbit and potatoes in his hand and asked the child.

The child lowered his head slightly, not looking at Damon, and said bluntly, "I am the only one in my family, and I have no parents."

Daemon paused and said quickly, "Sorry..."

The child was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Dimon to apologize to him for mentioning his parents.

"No need to apologize."

The child muttered in a low voice, sat on the chair, took two mouthfuls of steamed potatoes, swallowed them with difficulty, it didn't look so delicious.

The cold steamed potatoes were thrown aside by the child and did not move any more. The child urged Dimon to cook: "Hurry up and make the potato stew you mentioned!"

"Okay!" Seeing the child waiting to eat potato stewed rabbit meat, Damon quickly rolled up his sleeves, ready to show off in front of the child.

The rabbit has been treated almost, and Damon only put the rabbit through the water again to clean it.

The potatoes were freshly picked, small, and Damon carefully peeled them with a blunt knife.

Putting the sprouted potatoes on the stove aside, Damon reminded the children: "Sprouted potatoes are not edible, they are poisonous, they will make your stomach uncomfortable, and may even kill you, you understand?"

The child didn't know it, and suddenly his eyes fell on the steamed potatoes on the table with some ugly eyes.

"Isn't it? What you eat are sprouted potatoes?!"

Damon was so anxious that he didn't even peel the potatoes. He threw away the things in his hands and rushed to the child's side, preparing to induce him to vomit.

The digestive ability of children is different from that of adults, and this child is malnourished at first glance. If the solanine in the potatoes burns the throat and stomach, it will be bad.

Who knew that before Dimon got close to the child, the child quickly withdrew, away from Dimon: "Don't come close to me!"

The child lowered his head, his half-length hair covered his purple eyes, and said bluntly, "I'm fine. I've eaten these potatoes for a long time. If I die, I'll die."

Damon choked: "...then you are really... talented..."

It's okay to eat so many poisonous potatoes. Could it be that the human body in this world is different from the human body in his world?Damon thought in his heart.

But since the child is fine, it’s okay, Damon said: “It’s fine, but you should eat less of this kind of food, just in case something happens.”

The child nodded coldly: "Yes."

Dimon could see that the child was very resistant to his contact, and Dimon tilted his head in confusion and asked: "You let me into your house, you must also know that I am not hostile to you, but why are you so old? Avoid me?"

The child with his head down froze and let out a long breath, as if he had made a lot of mental preparations. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Damon. Those purple eyes reflected the firelight from the oil lamp, looking very bright.

The child asked Damon: "You see my eyes, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Eye?"

The child clutched the corner of his clothes: "People in the village said I was a devil with purple eyes. They all hated me, so they drove me out of the village."

A... demon with purple eyes?

The real demon - Damon laughed out loud: "Pfft - how come, how can you be a demon?! Demons have devil horns and huge wings behind them, do you have them?"

The child shook his head: "No...but they all say I'm a devil..."

"They said it was you?" Damon patted the child's messy little head: "I also said that I am the most powerful magic pattern warlock in the world! Do you believe it?"

The child didn't know what a magweave warlock was, but he also knew that Damon was bragging, and muttered: "...you look like a tramp, and you steal my potatoes. By the way—how do you know what a demon looks like?"

The child squinted at Damon.

His cleverness made the corner of Damon's mouth stiff.

Damon adjusted his hood frantically to ensure that his devil horns were covered, and said, "Ahem, I'm a bard. I've traveled all over the world, so of course I know what a devil looks like!"

"Is the devil really different from me?"

The child was still young, and he was fooled by Damon in just two or three sentences.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, I swear, you can't be a devil."

Seeing that the child was still not confident, Damon comforted him: "Don't think too much, look, my eyes are still red, and I have never doubted my race."

"...Then what race are you?" the child asked.

Dimon dug himself a hole again.

"Uh... elves! Elves, I am an elves, and many of our eyes are red."

Damon recalled that Garris told him before that the elves also had red eyes, so when he just woke up, he regarded himself as the elf paladin who came to save him, so he told the child that he was an elf.

Seeing that he was telling more and more lies in order to conceal his identity, Damon quickly stopped the topic: "Ahem, we have been chatting for so long, I forgot that we haven't eaten yet, I'd better hurry up and cook! "

Turn around quickly and go back and continue peeling the potatoes.

Although the child wondered why Damon was so sensitive to his race, he obediently did not continue to ask.

After all, this person is the first person who is not afraid of his own eyes and is willing to make contact with himself. This kid doesn't want to upset Dimon.

"Let me help you." He walked over to Damon, picked up another potato and peeled it for him.

Damon nodded to him, and his subordinates kept moving, cutting the rabbit meat into pieces, frying it with oil, frying it until cooked, peeling and dicing the potatoes, washing them, and putting them into the pot to stew together with the rabbit meat.

The kid didn't have many seasonings at home, but when Damon came to the human continent, he brought some blue flame flower sauce and flame gel, and now he added it to the rabbit meat, and the spicy taste spread instantly.

Damon, who was already hungry, couldn't wait even more. He opened the pot and smelled the spicy meat. Damon felt that the stew was almost done, so he took it out of the pot.

A large plate full of potato stewed rabbit meat was placed on the table. The child stared at the red, oily and spicy food in front of him, his purple eyes widened, and a little expression appeared on his expressionless face attracted by the smell of the meat. crack.

The child only had a few spoons and forks at home, and without chopsticks, Dimon had no choice but to choose a fork, and handed the other fork to the child opposite.

"Eat it!"

As soon as the child got the fork, he immediately forked a piece of meat and started to gobble it up. Fortunately, Damon was quick, otherwise he might not even be able to eat a piece of rabbit meat.

"It's so spicy! But, it's so delicious!"

The child's mouth was red from eating, but he still didn't stop what he was doing.

Dimon reached out and wiped the flame gel on the corner of the child's mouth. The food he made could be liked by the eaters, which made Dimon very happy: "Eat more if it tastes good."

Touched by Damon's gentle palm, the child lowered his head uncomfortably, reached out and wiped his cheek: "I can wipe it myself... I'm not a child."

"Are you only thirteen or fourteen now? In my opinion, you are still a child." Damon ate a piece of potato. He was always very patient with children.

"Thirteen and four! I'm going to have my 16th birthday soon!" The child stared at Damon anxiously.

"Ah? You are almost 16 years old?" Damon was surprised.

Later, I understood that the child was probably malnourished since childhood, so his physical development was slow. Even at the age of 16, his appearance was the same as that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Seeing the child's thin arms and legs, Damon felt a little distressed and gave the child a few more pieces of meat.

"...you should eat more meat. You are thin now because of malnutrition. Don't eat steamed potatoes all the time. Eat more vegetables and meat."

"Do you think I don't want to eat meat..."

While chewing the meat Damon gave him, the child spoke angrily about his experience: "After my mother passed away, those people in the village bullied me, stole my food, and wanted to starve me to death. I can only I have planted some vegetables around, but as long as I don't pay attention, they will dig up the seedlings I planted..."

The child in front of him bowed his head silently and apologized to Damon: "When I saw you, I thought you were also a villager who came to destroy my food, so I attacked you with a fork...I'm sorry..."

Dimon quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, I broke into your house first, and you should be on guard against me."

Damon felt that he had almost eaten, so he pushed the remaining half bowl of stew in front of the child: "Eat more."

The child ate the delicious potato stew silently, and shed tears with sadness: "After my mother passed away, I never ate meat again... You not only gave me meat to eat, but also didn't fear my eyes, you It's the first person to treat me like this besides my mother..."

Damon sighed softly and stroked the child's head soothingly.

The child in front of him reminded Damon of his past self.

He used to be the same "heterogeneous" as this child. Because of his personality, he was rejected by the people around him and had no friends. Although he has a family, his family is very busy and they are very indifferent to him and don't care at all. His life, and he still feels that his misfit kid is his problem.

Dimon knows all too well how negatively a lonely childhood can affect a child.

The child in front of him is like another, more miserable version of himself.

Although he was just passing by, Dimon felt a little grateful for being able to do something for this child.

Since his mother's death, Mo En has not felt the kindness of others towards him for a long time.

"My name is Moen, what's your name?"

Morn raised his head and looked at Damon. He wanted to know the name of the person with warm palms in front of him.

Damon smiled and said, "Just call me Damon."

"Daimon," Moen held the spoon in his hand a little nervously, and was even a little embarrassed when he said Damon's name: "Then... are you and I considered friends now?"

Damon nodded: "Of course!"