Kane looks at me with eyes that say he’s starting again, but I’m confident.
oh, what’s wrong uh?
It’s true that you saw the future. Whether you look at it on a monitor or in a trait, what you see is what you see.
“Jin, are you serious?”
Hula must have been very surprised to see her elongated ears, which were hidden by her hair, flapping.
“Otherwise, how would I know of the Prophet’s existence? I hid it so well.”
“that… There won’t be any lullies, but even if any of us are traitors… … .”
Seeing Hula hesitantly rebutting me as if testing me once more, I caught my breath and said,
“Albino, so isn’t it from the deer family whose whole body is white? the prophet.”
Hula’s mouth, which was already open, opened even wider.
In the original work, the albino beast tribe had a special trait, and it was said that they were kept secret when they were born thanks to a war in the past, so not many people know what they look like.
As if my prediction was correct, Hula replied with a confident face.
“It is a fact that only the chief tribe chiefs, those who would never reveal their secrets, knew… … . You really were a prophet.”
Also our young boy! Luna’s eyes and somehow! It seems that you are not a normal person! Zero’s eyes calmly pass it over.
“So I came to stop the tragedy here. I knew Chavid was short on food. The same goes for slave hunting.”
It’s obvious information, but it’s a skill to say it in a non-obvious way.
As I hurriedly ran, the wind blew.
I tilt my head a little and look at the hula, and the setting sun, illuminated by the sun coming down to the ground, is cast over my cheek.
“Chavid has to change. That way everyone can survive.”
“change… … ?”
“okay. How long are you going to live in such an unstable place just because the land is barren?”
Anyway, after a few years, the king of beasts will come together. Even if I try to bring it up a bit, is there any problem?
I made eye contact with Hula and smiled slowly.
“Chavid should be one.”
Astronomical money to go into it?
I’ll give it to you
Anyway, in about 10 years, there might come a world where the concept of money collapses.
Even if money is piled up like a mountain in the Kruger family, then it means nothing.
‘The money is meant to be spent.’
I moved my gaze forward again and hurried my words due to Luna’s lack.
* * *
“This… Is it racism?”
“No way.”
There is still a long way to go to the Lunane tribe, so I decided to stay homeless today, so I made Zero cook alone.
‘what is this.’
The past few days, Luna and I helped with meals, and I actually believed in the trait and ordered it… … .
I brought black grass porridge.
The scent is also a bit pungent… … .
No, I boiled it with only grass and mushrooms, but why does it smell like this?
“No matter how much I say that I am a mountain goat, it is different from a real mountain goat. I mean, he likes to eat meat.”
“I like meat too.”
“uh… Can I eat it for now?”
At our displeasure, Zero smiled brightly with a face that had never been guilty.
“Delicious!”
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“Anything is better than green juice.”
Kane said with an expressionless face and scooped out a bowl first.
Even when he was a black magician’s experimental subject, even after he got out of there, Kane would actually rummage through trash cans if he thought he wouldn’t die from eating.
“but… that’s right. I also drink green juice… … .”
Join Luna as well. In the end, due to the atmosphere, I scooped out a bowl and sat Hula, who said she would go hunting birds even now, and put a bowl in her hand.
If it doesn’t work out, things like beef jerky and cheese are in the subspace, so you can take them out. I wonder why Zero didn’t say otherwise.
Prepare your mind before eating, then take a deep breath, scoop out with a spoon, and take a bite.
“hmm?”
“uh.”
“It’s ridiculous… … .”
Excluding Kane, me and Luna Hula say one word at a time.
After all, trait, talent is a gangster, really.
“Are you okay? Real cooking is so mysterious. With a little effort, you can make something delicious with simple ingredients.”
Zero ate excitedly at our reaction, and Hula sipped the whole bowl with a face wondering why this is delicious.
No really, should I say that this slightly pungent scent is a bit of a godsend? As I keep eating it, I feel the smell of fermented cheese or soybean paste, and my mouth waters.
Mushrooms are firm, and finely chopped vegetables give an interesting texture without being completely crushed even when boiled.
Somehow the spice combination gives off a mild cheese-like smell instead of freshness, which gives it a slightly savory feel. Sweetness lingers at the end.
I took bread out of the subspace, baked it, shared it, and dipped it into the green soup to eat.
“One more bowl!”
Hula thumped the floor with her hoof and held out the bowl to Zero, so I reached out my hand as well.
Oh, why is this so delicious?
Really, this is all about talent. Instinctively adjusting the fire control and the combination of spices.
I caught Zero watching happily as we enjoyed his food.
First of all, I need to save cooking while trying to bloom other traits.
After the meal, we sat around the campfire and started grilling beef jerky for dessert. Hula tries to sneak out as if we’re a little pressured, but then sits back down, enchanted by the beef jerky I’m grilling.
“With one such artifact, even a warrior guarding a food warehouse could be used to hunt hunters… … .”
“I thought I’d share information about it while I was talking about it.”
I casually tossed the hwadu and tore the well-grilled beef jerky into strips.
“Three days and three nights would not be enough to talk about damned slave hunters. Anyway, their identities… Can I say something sad?”
Hula looked at me and was delighted with the piece of beef jerky I handed her.
“Before that, tell me what you know about them first.”
In the conversation about slave hunters, Luna puts on a sad face and Kane narrows his eyes slightly.
Zero looked at us with jerky as if nothing had touched his skin yet.
“They are all different sizes. Each of them must be a different slave guild, but these days they all behave strangely enough to think they belong to the same group.”
Hula fixates her eyes on the crackling bonfire.
“I hate to say this, but Beasts are always slaves and are in high demand on the continent.”
“Because it is a tribal-oriented country, it is difficult to prove membership without managing births and deaths in the country.”
“that’s right. That’s why I’m actually a member of Chavid’s tribe, so even if I ask for it back, it’s hard to come forward if I ask if there’s evidence. They took the method of cutting out tattoos that indicate tribal membership, treating them, and then selling them.”
It’s a face that draws alcohol, but there is no alcohol even if there is water in my subspace. I was trying to fill the space for that with more grain.
Hula sighed as she drank the water instead.
“To them, we are like a commodity. That’s why, to borrow their words, it’s common to raise them until they meet the shipping conditions, and in order to get a good price, we also limited the number of prisoners kidnapped per year.”
If you know that kind of content, you can guess how long you must have lived with them. I listened silently and looked at Hula.
“But things have been going very strangely over the past few years. Slave hunters see our fellow human beings as commodities, but they really see us as livestock and act as if they are released and raised as much as possible.”
A grunt and gnashing of teeth. Hula’s eyes light up the bonfire, and it looks like the embers are in it.
“These days, it seems like they are trying to dry our seed. All the children are dragged away, and all adults who cannot be taken are killed. Burning food there is something I never did before.”
Chavid is wide. Upon hearing the news, the small tribes try to protect themselves by moving to the nearby top or second tribe, but it is difficult for those who live on the same scale as a family to hear such news.
The reason is roughly guessed.
“Is there anything else strange about it?”
At my words, Hula thought for a moment, then opened her mouth as if thinking of something.
“Come to think of it… It’s not like all Chavids are only for beasts or demi-humans. Humans, of course, also exist. They say that when hunters find them, they kill them all, draw strange symbols on them, and then burn them.”
“What did you just say?”
Cain, who sometimes saved the campfire with a kindling stick, looked up at Hula.
Those golden eyes glowed reddish gold thanks to the shimmering flames, and Hula swallowed dry saliva without even realizing it.
“same… When they meet humans, they draw strange patterns on the floor and burn them.”
“Do you remember what pattern it was and how?”
As I quietly added a word, Hula looked at Kane, then picked up a twig she had piled up with kindling and drew it on the floor.
On the day I went to Kane’s hometown, there were no patterns or marks in the story Kane told me.
‘I know.’
The slaughter of the evil god cult is a tribute to the gods. Like most religions, they have their own symbol, and when offering offerings, they draw the symbol on the floor or cloth, or make a statue.
A diamond placed between the handles of two crossed swords stabbing down on a painting divided into two halves that looks like horns.
“It probably looked like this. So, for our analysis, we thought that the crescent moon below was the horn representing the beast race or the subhuman race, and the two black people.”
They would have accepted it to the extent that they dared to punish the humans living in the country of non-humans. these are.
Kane, who was glaring at the clumsy picture, looked at me.
With a face as if he knew and brought him.
‘It wasn’t like that at first, but after meeting Hula, it’s a double company.’
The real purpose was to show Luna one more time before going to a rougher place with me. Actually, I didn’t know that I was going to meet Hula.
“Okay, I’ll tell you a little bit about what I know.”
Maybe it was because he had been holding it by the fire for a long time, he drank the slightly warm water and stretched out his hands to bask in the warmth and opened his mouth.
“The name I call them is the Church of Evil, but they seem to call themselves this way.”
It’s called the Holy Spirit Church.
* * *
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Verbut.”
Disapproval emerges from the face of Guardia, who is usually cold-hearted.
The words spoken by the girl in front of her seemed like a language from another world.
“My sister is too. what are you talking about The simple truth.”
She smiled brightly, covering her pink lips with both hands.
“Isn’t it? Why do you say Ain? They are low-grade items that have not become human. Have you ever thought that they exist to make us more perfect?”
The age when humans are the highest. Of course, all subhumans must be slaves, right?
“To begin with, the tail or the scales. I feel so bad. How can it be God’s intention that even seeing it cause disgust?”
“Berbut. that would be your god The continent is polytheistic. Everyone has a different religion, so that’s a misnomer.”
Even the Empire does not deny polytheism, even though it has a state religion, but Gadia’s expression turned white at the idea of monotheism coming out of Verbut’s mouth.
“That’s because everyone doesn’t know that our god is our only trust. You know what? The place where we live is also called a star. Our god is the one who will sit on the throne of that star.”
“You speak as if God were alive, Verbüt. Calm down. What religion are you so obsessed with?”
In the meantime, I tried to keep an eye on Verbütt, wondering if he was foolishly possessed by a strange minority, but the more I learned about it, the more I felt the horror.
‘Absolutely not a small church.’
“Seniors. Just as there are commoners and nobles among humans, their blood is different. Isn’t it strange that dirty Ain people live better than common people? Human beings are human beings, and they already have one perfection.”
White and thin, with rosy red fingertips, Verbüth’s hand brushed gently through Guardia’s hair.
“Senior, open your heart a little more. Only you should know.”
Verbut’s fluffy, soft brown hair seemed to sway, and then red lips approached Guardia’s ear and let out a small laugh.
“Our God lives. Seniors.”
He is the only living God in this world.