Even his lack of proficiency in business resulted in his daily salary being only one-third to one seventh of that of the beggars around him. Usually one, at most three.

Annan only uses one copper coin every day to buy a small piece of unappetizing but stuffed bran bread mixed with sawdust, leaving the excess for unforeseen circumstances.

But it is biased to say that Annan was only begging in a shameful way. He learned a foreign language called "get lost", which may also mean "really dirty" or "don't block the way" or "so dirty".

A shadow deeper than a dark cloud suddenly fell with an incomprehensible voice.

Today seems lucky to have a kind-hearted person willing to donate so quickly.

Annan looked up, and the only thing he could imagine was Tom's mistress among the cats and mice.

He is that Tom.

Annan really hoped that she was saying things like 'Oh poor child', 'He needs some food and clothing, and he has money', but the greed and pity in the woman's eyes between her flesh could also be saying 'Oh delicate and lovely person', 'He needs a warm bed and embrace'

The woman with desire beckoned and called out to Annan, who was conflicted. Annan wanted to scold her loudly... but what could be worse than starving to death on the streets?

A few minutes later, the weak and helpless Annan followed behind the bear like woman, and the beggars around eagerly scrambled to grab the pile of grass left behind.

Standing in front of the street, a thin, malnourished, and shriveled little horse pulled a large cart full of goods and drove past Annan.

Oh, poor little foal.

……

Why is his hair black

Could it be an elf

The barman in the tavern said that elves have pointed ears

Maybe it's mixed blood

This boy is a nobleman. I have heard him speak, but he sounds as good as singing

Look, he's about to eat

In the evening as dusk fades away, three contours lie by the window, whispering to each other.

The burly figure patted the person next to him and said, "Martin, go get some bread and clothes quickly. He must be starving. Just drinking soup will make his stomach hurt

Oh

Martin's silhouette left the window and entered the room, picking up an oil lamp and a linen jacket. He ran to the kitchen, tucked the oil lamp under his armpit, and grabbed a piece of black bread from under the kitchen cloth.

On the other side, Annan, who was completely unaware of any movement outside the window, waited nervously. The unknown makes him fearful, and women make him uneasy. Fortunately, there is a bowl of hot and fragrant meat soup that warms the heart.

Bang, bang——

Annan, who was sipping meat soup, looked up in surprise and saw the door pushed open. Under the oil lamp, a thick and long stick shaped shadow peeked into the door

……

Annan almost attacked the person who treated him well.

Thankfully taking the bread and clothes, Annan instinctively wanted to thank them, but remembered that they were speaking a different language, so he smiled quietly.

The black bread and meat soup made Annan, who had not eaten a full meal for a long time, feel bloated. Not long after, the woman and a thin middle-aged man carried a bed into the room, pointing to Annam and then to the clothes.

Annan understood their meaning and put on this faded linen coat.

The clothes are a bit loose and rough for Annam today, but they are much better than dirty pajamas that are covered in mud and dirt to their original color.

Annan sat on the low steps in the courtyard, gazing at the night sky.

The woman and man live in the adjacent bedroom, while the young man goes out somewhere unknown.

Now he is full and warm, finally having time to think about things beyond 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 blazing flame suddenly rose outside the town, illuminating the night sky like fireworks. In the direction where the flames emerged, two chasing figures engaged in a diplomatic battle in the small town, each emitting a unique light and explosion sound.

It's not a trick or magic, it's definitely some kind of magic.

As the two figures drifted away, the flames dimmed and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the rising night engulfed Annan's face.

Equally vanished was Annan's longing for his hometown.