Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Without much hesitation, the Inquisitor's professionalism allowed Elini to return to her previous posture.

"Sorry to bother you, but if it's okay, I'd like to ask if you have any extra rations? I hope to exchange the two feathered beasts I just captured for--"

"Feathered Beast...Citizen, the judge does not accept bribes and..."

"Elini, give them some of the dry food."

"teacher?!"

Elini looked at her teacher with some surprise.

However, Dario calmly handed the other party something like compressed biscuits.

"We owe you a favor, hope you don't mind."

"How could that be, Mr. Inquisitor? It's just a simple favor."

"Rather, I really should thank you now."

The nun smiled, took the dry food handed to her by the other party, then put down the two feathered beasts and left.

.....

..

"Teacher....Do you know her?"

After a long time, Elini asked with some confusion.

"I was saved by her once, so I owe her a favor."

"Then, the feathered beast she left behind..."

"The Inquisitor does not accept bribes. You should know how to handle this."

Dario left a message and continued

Go back and read the scriptures.

"Oh, oh oh!"

Elini nodded, then grabbed the two feathered beasts on the table...

"Ugh?"

"What's wrong?"

"These two feathered beasts have no bones?"

Dario was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bodies of the two feathered beasts. There was even only one opening on them, but all the bones in the body had been precisely peeled off...

"Feathered Beast... huh? It seems like he has an unusually tough attitude."

"Attitude? What do you mean, teacher?"

Elini was a little confused.

"No, nothing..."

"nothing...."

........

......

..

"First, people who have been hungry and malnourished for a long time cannot tolerate irritating food in their stomachs."

"Neither roasted nor stewed meat is good for absorption."

"The correct method should be mild porridge... Fortunately, the compressed dry food of the Inquisitor contains grains."

"And there's—"

Zuo Jian glanced at the completely removed feathered beast skeleton in his hand.

"That Anita kid seems to have a special liking for bone soup. I hope the Inquisitor doesn't mind the bones of those two feathered beasts being pulled out."

By the way...I am becoming more and more like Lao Deng who takes care of children alone.

Testimonials

Stop, stop, stop. We know that what everyone wants to see at this point is a continuous update of tens of thousands of words in one breath, rather than a long and meaningless statement of thanks for the release.

Stop scolding, stop scolding, I don’t want to either???

But you should always write something before putting it on the shelves, like a summary of everything that has happened so far.

All in all, at the moment, I feel very satisfied with what I have written so far - 100% or even 90%!

Just look at the protagonist at the beginning. People who are familiar with me should know that every protagonist I write has some mental disorders to a greater or lesser extent.

From being a shut-in and mute person at first to becoming a complete lunatic full of world-weariness later on, he only cared about his own fun from head to toe.

There is no doubt that any of them would be extremely discouraging to readers, and I understand that, so although Zuo Jian in this book also has considerable self-handicaps, the path he chooses is much more normal than the previous ones.

With a travel companion like Laurentina, I think I can write more content that I find interesting!

Zuo Jian is like a passenger, stepping on various trains on the land of Terra, during which he will continue to meet many interesting or impressive companions.

Maybe sometimes, the train will stop when it reaches its destination, but he will continue his journey.

Then I was caught up by the train that stopped briefly (music)

By the way, Doctor, my favorite character is——

(As for updates, I'm writing and writing. College students at the end of the semester are not idle at all.)

Chapter 35: What I Think is Right

Under the cover of night, in one of the shabby huts that can be seen everywhere in Saltwind City, a small bonfire was lit.

The fire leaped and danced from the firewood, filling the entire small room with gentle light and heat.

An iron boiler that was found from somewhere was placed on a simple wooden frame, and grains and some shredded meat were used to build a pot of simple, porridge-like sticky substance.

However, despite this, it was this pot of food without any seasoning, which in the eyes of modern people looked no different from the food prepared by primitive people, that caught the girl's attention.

Anita knew that the painter was very talented, but she didn't expect that the painter's friend was even more talented.

She can jump over rooftops that are as tall as her entire body combined, and after leaving for a while, she can bring back a bag filled with strange things!

She didn't know what was in the bag, she only knew that the granular substance inside seemed to be food, but she had never seen such food before.

As far as I can remember, the things I could swallow always had a strange, sour taste that made me want to vomit, or they were scales with a fishy smell like sea salt.

"Painter.....Can I really eat it...?"

Anita stared blankly at the bowl in her hand, and for a moment she even wondered if she was dreaming.

As soon as you wake up, the painter from outside, the painter's good friend, and the hot bowl in your hand will all disappear in an instant.

"Of course, this pot is all made for you--hmm."

Laurentina was about to say something else when the next moment, a wooden spoon was stuffed into her mouth.

"No no no."

"And you, it's almost time to replenish your single-threaded little brain with some nutrients."

Zuo Jian sat next to the campfire and also served a bowl of porridge to Laurentina.

"Uh-huh--"

"Eat your food first, then talk."

Although she wanted to continue saying something, considering that Anita was still here, Laurentina had to swallow the food in her mouth, took the bowl handed to her by Zuo Jian, and then left a resentful look.

It’s okay, Laurentina, it’s never too late for the shark to take revenge!

"What's wrong, don't you want to eat?

"

However, Zuo Jian seemed to pretend not to see Laurentina's eyes and turned to ask Anita who was reluctant to take the bite.

"I'll eat it right away....thank you...thank you..."

The girl quickly picked up the bowl, scooped a large spoonful with a spoon and put it into her mouth.

However, when her soft and fragile lips touched the steaming porridge, the hot feeling made her subconsciously let go of her hand.

"So hot!"

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Anita stared blankly at the bowl that she had accidentally thrown away. The clean, steaming food inside had already spilled halfway out of the bowl and remained in the air.

And the place where it was about to fall was the painter's friend, who was even looking at him with a worried look at this moment.

I'm sorry....I'm sorry....I'm not....I'm sorry...

Anita closed her eyes with some trembling. She didn't even dare to think about what would happen next.

........

"Ugh?"

Unexpectedly, there was no sound of the bowl falling to the floor, but instead a familiar gentle touch came from the head.

Anita opened her eyes nervously and saw that the other person still had that gentle smile on his face, like the spring breeze. She had never seen the spring breeze, but she had seen several pictures depicting spring.

It was a very gentle scene, and just looking at it made people feel inexplicably at ease.

She thinks that spring should be like this

"Don't drink so much in one go. It hurts your stomach and it's very hot."

Zuo Jian held the bowl that Anita dropped with one hand and touched her head with the other.

"Oh...ok..."

The latter took the bowl handed over by the other party in a daze, then looked at the other party and asked as if checking.

"What about your lips and tongue? Are they burned?"

“No…no…”

I don't know why, but the other person's concerned look seemed to slowly overlap with a somewhat vague figure in my memory, and even the voice gradually became consistent.

"Are you really okay, little Anita? There are tears in the corners of your eyes."

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

".....Mother?"

For no reason, as if it belonged to the memory of the body, she opened her mouth and uttered two familiar yet unfamiliar syllables.

But the next moment, she quickly shook her head and apologized.

"Yes, sorry, painter friend, I just accidentally knocked over the bowl..."

"Really? It looks really hot."

Zuo Jian didn't care about the name the other party had just subconsciously uttered. If he really brought it up, it would probably only bring back some not-so-good memories for the other party.

He just took Anita's bowl and felt the temperature...

...It's not a temperature that can cause damage or pain... No, it's just an negligible temperature for his body at the moment, but it's a completely different level for the girl in front of him.

He was negligent.

"It's all right, little Anita, it won't be hot this way."

As he spoke, he slowly blew out cold air with his mouth, watched the hot air gradually dissipate, and then held the spoon in front of the other person.

"Come on, open your mouth."

"what--"

"Well...."

The gentle taste and temperature spread from her mouth, and her tear glands went out of control again. This time, no matter how hard Anita tried, she couldn't stop the tears from her eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is it unpalatable?"