41. Life on the Caravan (above)
A marjoram in an antique carved earthenware pot on the windowsill, its slender stems slanted into the upper right-hand corner of the glass window, stubbornly producing a small blue flower, like a butterfly landing on the tip of a grass leaf. The reliefs on the glass show coolly dressed young girls playing in the river, their innocent and playful expressions particularly evocative. The room is empty except for the thick carpet on the floor, and the warm scent of the girls is still floating in the air. She is standing quietly by the window looking out at the remnants of snow, her slightly thin and soft body draped in a yellowish tunic, one white jade hand tugging gently at the smooth lapel of her coat, not knowing if it is because of the cold, her delicate face still flushed from exercise, her hair scattered at the ends of her temples hanging The beads of sweat were hanging from the ends of her hair. Suddenly, she turned her head and smiled at me, and for a moment I was dumbfounded by the beauty of her silky eyebrows.
"Why don't you come in and stand there in the doorway?" The fire-like ruby on her snow-white neck was so bright, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water with a faint glow of joy.
It reminded me of the first time I saw her, when her eyes were so demonically beautiful that the first time I just remembered those demonically beautiful pupils, and later I couldn't remember what she actually looked like, but only now did I really see that this rumoured seventh girl of the dance troupe was so youthful. Her simple ponytail was dark and shiny against her white neck.
I stood in the doorway, a little confused, everything in the room seemed out of place, like an ugly duckling facing a white swan, at once longing and inferior. I laughed at myself a little for not being able to be more dashing and spontaneous even if I had to live again. I don't know what I was so weak about.
"How is it that a little man who is willing to die for the sake of friendship is not even afraid to enter my room now?" Her eyes were very bright and as she turned around I realised she was actually still wearing a single, tight, corseted practice outfit, came over and took me by the hand and led me into this empty room, sitting on her knees on the carpet and looking deeply at me.
"Are you really the Seventh Mother? Then what shall I call you from now on, the same as he calls you Seventh Mother?" I asked in a low voice, my mind wondering if you wouldn't be the same little faggot girl after this veil of identity was lifted.
She giggled, gave me a blank look pursed her lips and said, "Anyway, no matter what, you must never call me Little Chai Nui, that's such a corny name, just like the neighbour's cat and dog, I still remember how hateful you were, like you thought you were the saviour and I, a little woman, was a homeless stinking beggar.
"You know that's not what I thought, I just thought you and I were in the same category, poor people living at the bottom of the pile. I didn't realize I was a little far wrong, so please don't mind." I said sincerely.
She leaned her soft body forward slightly and pressed her small, slightly cool hand into mine.
"My name is Kiger, then gradually people called me Miss Kie, and eventually I became Seventh Mother, in fact I was wondering if I was that old, you can call me by my first name or just Kie." She said gently. Then whispered to me, "Actually we are the same kind of person, I can smell the same smell from you, that's why I really like to stay with you."
"We're one of a kind?" I couldn't understand some of the girl's words, but her eyes told me she was telling the truth, and I could still feel how special our kind of people must be.
She looked at me seriously and said, "You must have had orc werewolves in your ancestors, and that is why after countless generations, the power of the werewolf bloodline is still passed down in your blood. To say the least, you should be considered a half orc!"
I was a bit speechless, saying that my bloodline talent was purely caused by old Kulu injecting his essence blood into my body to save me, and I was worried that it might cause a hemolytic reaction, but later I saw that I was fine, so I put it aside. As for why I had the gift of "self-healing", it was because I had fused the power of the old Kuru's blood, did this mean that I had become a half-orc?
When I looked a little uncomfortable, Kiger thought it was because he had revealed this secret about me and told me, "Ja, you're supposed to be a human with wolf blood. What about me! I have the bloodline of the Celestial Fox clan in my body, and I am actually a fox girl."
Her eyes once again became very enchanting, and in that instant she reverted to a woman as beautiful as a fairy. The light blue eyes were so full of seduction that my heart beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of my throat, and my body wanted to get closer to her uncontrollably.
Luckily it was only a matter of moments before her eyes cleared again and I came out of my suffocation. Looking at me with a pale face and a sharp gasp, Kiger asked me with a smile, "This is my ability 'Charm', now do you know we are one of a kind? We are a special kind of people in the human world, but we are not very few in number. We are usually low-class Orcs who have some of the characteristics of Orcs, and some of them even have the characteristics of beasts, such as a beast's tail or ears, eyes and teeth, which are not recognized by the Orc tribes. And we're not quite the same as them, we're supposed to be considered new humans whose bodies have inherited the power of the orc bloodline."
She licked her lips and blew on my ear and said, "We're the same kind of people!"
"Then we're still friends, right?" I I asked with some uncertainty, in fact sometimes I just wanted to justify my existence, I wanted so badly to not be lonely on my journey through life, the idea even became a kind of paranoia, I wanted to find some friends and then support each other through the rest of my life. My life doesn't have to be exciting, but it doesn't have to be lonely. Just a month ago I had set myself a goal, an ideal if you will, to become an inscriber and I wanted to continue on this path.
She nodded at me while blinking her eyes, agreeing with me. She smiled at me with her eyebrows and said, "And we're going to help each other in the future!"
"En!" I agreed firmly.
She smiled like a child who had found a piece of candy, and for a moment the whole room felt like it was in full bloom. She was proud and lonely, just as I had just walked into this room and the moment I saw her quietly looking out the window at the remnants of snow, I wondered what kind of mind lay beneath the calm exterior.
There were only three rooms on the first floor of the magic caravan, and after going up the body of the building was the large dining room with just the next indigo wood, rows of high-backed indigo wood chairs neatly arranged, and just down the wooden door was the second rehearsal room, and further in was Kiger's private boudoir, and she smiled and asked me if I wanted to have a tour, but of course I shook my head no, who knew if I would get who knows if I'll be killed or some unequal treaty before, what is there to see in a girl's room.
We both got tired of talking and lay flat on the soft carpet looking at the gorgeous ceiling, we talked a lot, I told her I didn't even know who I was, that I was picked up by old Kulu on the road, that I was actually dying when I was picked up and then by a miracle saved by old Kulu, I said I was actually a wanderer with no identity. Kiger also revealed her identity, her father was actually a branch of the royal regent line of the Etrian Empire, just a bit marginal, when he was young his father liked to travel around the world, and also married a beast fox girl wife, later because of admiration for the culture of the Green Empire, so he brought his concubines across the sea from the western land to the magic capital of the Green Empire to settle down, among the many siblings, although not the most She is not the most distinguished of her siblings, but she is the best in terms of appearance and bloodline. It was only because of her love of dance that she was travelling with the dance troupe's famous dancer, Gazadi, to find the rumoured ritual war dance.
"Why did you choose me?" I asked her, knowing who she was I didn't think Kig was unable to find a human with the same orc bloodline talent as me, there was definitely not as little young talent in the imperial capital as she said. I was thinking that some of the strongest men would be able to have fae women as their favourites, and that the combination would make it easier for new bloodline heirs to be born, and with all the noble families in the capital, there would certainly not be too few young people to inherit the bloodline talent.
She sighed and said quietly, "The imperial capital is like a big dye pot, any pure white paper will be dyed into a beautiful coloured paper, but in fact the dye stinks. Every year the Royal Academy of the Imperial Capital brings together the best young people in the entire Green Empire, but so what? Most of those ridiculous men with bloodline talent only look at my family history and imagine that one day they will marry me and take advantage of it. And those who have a family background only want to get me into bed and always want to keep me in a cage as a beautiful canary. How can someone like that be my friend, I want the kind of friend that I can feel comfortable giving my back to."
"You're beating everyone to death with a stick! How do you know I'm not that kind of person? I'm a status-less wanderer, but I dream of having a friend from a good family to pull me through, and maybe I'll be clothed and fed for the rest of my life!" I hemmed and hawed.
"Ja, you know what? I can't tell you how touched I was to see you fighting for Kurtz." Kiggy lay flat on the carpet and turned his head to look at me. "You're still so young and you have so much courage. Are you really not afraid to die?" Kiggy asked curiously as she reached up and scratched my little nose.
I shook my head to get rid of her hand pinching my nose and said, "How could I have had time to think about so many things back then!"
"From what I know about beastly werewolves, it must have been that old werewolf who told you about the secret method of the wolves' 'self-healing' bloodline heritage at the last minute, right? When you started fighting those dwarves, you didn't even think that you could learn the bloodline heritage, right? Not thinking that after being injured and learning this talent secret method instead, you will definitely become a great warrior in the future ..."
"Actually, I wanted to tell you that I want to be a wizard ..."
"Of course I know that everyone wants to be a wizard, I mean if the awakening ceremony ... oh! Wizard then, Lady Luck picking anyone inside a few thousand kids could be a possibility! But if you don't awaken the magic pool, you'll definitely have a better future as a warrior with your bloodline talent." Kiger spoke politely, in the same tone as Sister Gogo, and kept hinting that I should not expect too much from the awakening ceremony. What she was saying was; you're not one of those noblemen from a magical family, it's normal that you won't be able to awaken your magic pool. Don't always dream of being a wizard all day, with such a strong bloodline talent, being a warrior is the most promising.
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