High Above

The porridge bowl was probably put on the spot after my uncle fed it to my brother in the morning, and there was still a little light yellow wheat porridge left at the bottom, which was much better than the yellow rice porridge that my uncle and Ian ate usually many.

The bowl itself is definitely not the point, it's just a wooden bowl, what's important is what's inside.

"There will be leftovers. It shouldn't be. Let's not talk about Elan's appetite. It's impossible for him to have such a small appetite. Uncle's stingy temper can't be wasted. If a child can't eat it, he can't eat it?"

Elan is the younger brother's name, which was given by the mother when she was pregnant, which means good at fighting.

The stepfather who abandoned his wife and son was from Canaan Moore, a powerful sublimator mercenary with half the blood of an elf, and the mother hoped that the child would inherit his power.

Ian doesn't know whether he is good at fighting or not, but his younger brother can really eat, and he always eats as much as he has on weekdays, and there is absolutely no way to leave anything.

A little confused, Ian picked up the bowl, took a closer look, and frowned: "What's the smell?"

The wheat fragrance is mixed with a strange floral fragrance, which smells very warm, a bit like sweet-scented osmanthus, but a little stronger.

This fragrance brought back memories of Ian. He recalled the streets of his hometown in the afternoon for a moment. The soft light spilled from the edge of the sky to the earth. The flowers and trees on both sides of the street were shrouded in a hazy halo, and dust could be seen Floating up and down in the brilliance of the setting sun, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus is warm and peaceful, and I want to sleep peacefully...

puff.

Just when his eyes were drowsy and he was about to fall asleep, Ian suddenly raised his left hand and bit his left thumb fiercely.

Although the deciduous teeth are soft, it is not difficult to really make up your mind to bite through the skin. The pain in the fingers instantly stimulated the nerves, and the sleepy white-haired boy woke up, and cold sweat covered his forehead in an instant.

"Refined sleeping powder of Supor flowers...a powerful anesthetic used by indigenous hunters?!"

Ian clenched his fists and stared at the porridge bowl in front of him, as well as the white-haired child on the bed beside him, who had not been awakened by Ian's movements, and was sleeping peacefully.

There was still his own blood between his lips and teeth. The smell of blood made Ian sober, and he was shocked and unbelievable: "Ossina actually feeds children with this stuff? Mushroom suckers really don't deserve to be human!"

It's no wonder that Elan has never cried or made trouble, she is so cute and outrageous, she doesn't look like an ordinary two-year-old at all...

Nonsense, why can a child cry after being fed medicine.

It's better to say that if you feed this thing, can you really grow up?

Only after feeding this medicine can Elan become the sacrifice of the natives without crying or making noise.

After anger, there is silence.

Holding the porridge bowl in his hand, Ian frowned and stood there thinking without saying a word.

Although the anger towards Uncle Oceana in his heart was hard to contain.

But honestly, he was also curious.

In this world, there is actually such a little residual flower pollen that can make people fall asleep quickly?

Although there were medicines that could achieve this effect in the previous life, there were really no natural ones.

"It really is magic, right? Or is it actually a kind of spiritual plant..."

Ian still remembers that the group of old classmates in the School of Biological Sciences have always said that each life itself is an extremely unique and meticulous carbon-based factory with extremely high processing precision, which can produce many complex products that are difficult to mass-produce in the modern bio-industry. compound.

But it is absolutely impossible for them to produce this quick-acting sleeping pill in a short time.

A real biological factory is enough to start the next technological revolution, which is not the direction of breakthrough for human beings on earth.

This sleeping powder is definitely a rare commodity, and all the hunters on the mountain want it. If it wasn't for his uncle colluding with the natives and working his life as an intermediary, he would never have been able to get it.

"Right."

Stretching his brows, Ian also figured it out: "Don't talk about letting Elan be sacrificed quietly, just say that after ingesting the black mushroom extract, you need to fall asleep quickly to take effect... This thing is for Ossina's own use."

"And he was too lazy to take care of Elan, and he didn't want his brother to waste his money-making time, so he just let this annoying kid fall asleep."

"Wait...for personal use..."

"Yes!" Up to this moment, Ian's eyes brightened suddenly: "There should be a spare sleep powder in the room!"

Since this thing is a must for my uncle and cannot be carried with me, there must be a part of it at home!

Of course, even a scum like Oceana couldn't put this kind of thing on the table openly.

He will definitely hide the sleeping powder very deep, at least in a place where a child like Ian cannot easily find it.

Even if Ian is not the former Ian, it is extremely difficult to find the target without clues.

But it's different now.

Ian walked out of the room, his eyes glowing again.

Dizzy again, the boy saw, in the corner of his uncle's room, under the cupboard door and the earthen pot, faint light blue fluorescent lights suddenly lit up.

Leaning against the wall, he smiled.

...

Scattered clouds leaked streaks of sunlight, and the humid air was blown by the wind.

On the edge of the Harrison Port immigration area, there is a half-new wooden and stone cottage, and the streets on the edge of the old area are full of dirt after the rain.

The summer rain along the coast is rapid and violent, and it only takes ten minutes to be overcast and cloudy, and it will return to clear after ten minutes.

The short, quick rain has washed the streets, turned the grass green, and cleared the dusty windows. It's late afternoon, and some of the dockworkers have gone home from work, or are packing up for another job. .

Under the setting sun, a lame tall and thin man walked silently on the street, the dim light dragged a long shadow behind him.

His cheeks are sunken, he has a long beard, his eyes are narrow and slightly narrowed, deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and there is some blackness around the dark blue eye sockets, and the sick shadow makes it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

But even so, he can be called good-looking, but he is too gloomy to be kind.

Although he was lame, the man's walking speed was not slow, at most he limped slightly.

Not a disability, but a congenital deformity.

The man's right leg below the calf no longer looks like a human being. A bluish-black sarcoma covered with a thick carapace replaced the original sole of the foot. Protruding blood vessels and veins protrude from the carapace, agitating with the heartbeat, as if To conceive, to produce something extraordinary from it.

But because of the defects in the embryo, the conception was unsuccessful, so it became the same deformed tissue as it is today.

Such accidental distortions often appear among the white people, and both clansmen and outsiders are familiar with it. Although there is no discrimination, they are not allowed to marry wives and have children, and give birth to offspring.

Ossina is indeed a boring and cold man, he never likes to show any emotions, his face is always covered with a dry poker face like a mask, naturally no one wants to get close to him.

However, he never caused trouble, nor would he use harsh words to mock other people—this man was more respectful and polite to his superiors, honest and humble, which was undoubtedly the best virtue for dock supervisors, Therefore, his daily life is considered stable, and no one thinks that he needs any changes.

But that's what he loathes.

Accounting at the terminal? If it wasn't for my deformity, if it wasn't for my family being sent to the frontier far away from the imperial capital, if I had spiritual talent, if...

No matter what, I shouldn't be the boring look I have now.

I deserve a better life.

Thinking of this, gloomy anger rises from my heart. This is the hatred and resentment that cannot be dispelled even if I have a dream with black mushrooms and enjoy a hearty and refreshing life.

He just wants to vent now.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked towards his room.

He narrowed his eyes and saw a small white figure looking at him by the window.

A white-haired boy with a bandage on his head stood by the window, looking cautiously at the street outside the window.

The boy had white hair and blue pupils. He looked clean and cute, but his head was still bleeding slowly, and the unhealed wound stained the white bandage with a layer of dark red.

He obviously saw his uncle, so he let out a cry of surprise and retreated behind the window like a frightened little animal.

"snort."

Watching this scene, Oceana lowered his head and smiled lowly.

He was filled with a morbid sense of accomplishment at the moment—someone was afraid of him, some were afraid of him, some were shuddering at the thought of him—and that was the only time he felt alive.

My nephew...haha, he couldn't wait to go home, and without saying a word, he just stood in front of him, waiting for him to admit his mistake in fear.

Whether it's the silver coins hidden in the corner of the kitchen, the toilet that hasn't been cleaned, or the firewood that hasn't been cut yesterday...there are reasons everywhere to look for it.

That kid will definitely admit his mistake obediently.

And he won't say anything, and he won't forgive anything, because he should be punished if he made a mistake.

"It can't be beaten to death, he can also sell it for money, and those forest people will pay a high price for the internal organs of underage children...It can't be beaten to death."

Talking vaguely to himself, he was in a good mood, and even his footsteps were a little quicker. With a sense of satisfaction, the gloomy man opened the door of his house with a smile.

He saw that Ian was standing at the door of the room, waiting anxiously for his arrival.

"Very good..." Ossina closed the door with his backhand.

He wanted to say something at first, but suddenly a bag was thrown on his face, and he was fascinated by it. The choking dust covered his mouth and nose with a strong and familiar aroma.

"Ahem!!"

Oxenna didn't realize what was going on for a while, he couldn't imagine that his nephew, who was always well-behaved and weak, would dare to do such a thing, and this fragrance was obviously the Supor Huamian he usually used with black mushrooms pink……

How could he possibly find...

Before falling quickly into the deepest slumber, Ossenna saw Ian walking slowly, carrying the rope he usually used to bind bacon, and a pitchfork that had obviously been sharpened.

Great unease and fear rose in his heart, making him want to scream.

But Ossina also had no chance to continue thinking.

In the rich aroma, he fell into a long sleep.