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When I was thrown into the infirmary by Sister Tian Yu holding my ears, the infirmary in the war zone was already in a mess.

All the medicine bottles were smashed on the ground or on the wall. A nurse who didn’t come and escaped was pinned to the hospital bed with a scalpel in his uniform. He shivered and looked at me with tears in his eyes. .

And the little devil who did all this is hiding in the other corner of the room and yelling at me at a loss, his eyes full of innocence.It was like a kitten who had just arrived at its new home. When it woke up and found that the mother cat had disappeared, the fluff all over its body was puffed up, vigilantly hostile to everything around it.

The boy's original combat uniform and blood-stained cloak have been replaced, and he is wearing a hospital gown that is not for people of his age. The sun-tanned face seems to have been rubbed with a little purple potion and has changed a bit. funny.

So it seems that it was really me who caused this situation.

I showed a guilty smile to Senior Tian Yu. After Tian Yu gave me a hard look, he pulled out the scalpel that restrained the little nurse from the bed, and then helped her out of the room, who was overly frightened.During the whole process, the boy stared at Tian Yu intently, and he seemed to be slightly relieved until I closed the door.

I suddenly remembered that although the boy told me his name, but I didn't remember it, so I had to divert this opening statement.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"..."

Although the boy relaxed a little, he still has no intention of communicating with me directly, which is really a sad thing.

I raised my right hand, and the boy stepped back a little in fright, and a scalpel appeared out of thin air in his hand.Imagining that the boy's ability is to stop time, that is to say, at the moment just now, the boy shyly ran to the operating tray in front of me to take the scalpel and then stood back, which makes people laugh.

"Come here, if the wound is not bandaged, you will die."

I said this after knowing how strong a boy's desire to survive is.The boy hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward.

"Why did you shoot just now?"

As I asked, I pretended to pick up the cotton ball with tweezers and dipped it in the alcohol bottle... although I later found out that this was an illegal operation.

"That thing... hurts."

The boy didn't say much, he just stared at the cotton in my hand that was stained with alcohol.

"It's poison."

In other words, isn't country E even so rare as to recognize alcohol?

"This is indeed poison. It is a poison that can kill diseases. If you rub it on the wound, you won't get sick."

"..."

The boy hesitated for a while suspiciously, and stretched out his arm to me. It was only then that I saw the boy's body seriously for the first time.

The rough and dry skin is tightly wrapped around the muscles and bones. Although it is very thin, the texture of the muscles can still be seen. It is not the appearance of those poor children who have not been able to eat for a long time in the refugee camps these days.

This guy is indeed one of the perpetrators.

When I dipped the alcohol cotton ball on the boy's wound, I couldn't feel the slightest tremor from the boy's arm.It's a terrible ability to endure. He looks like a child, but he looks like a soldier.

My previous decision to leave him alone in the infirmary was really too frank. If he was serious at his level, just a scalpel could harvest the lives of ordinary soldiers in the corridor like a death scythe.

"Have you ever been injured this badly before?"

I casually asked irrelevant questions, the boy seemed to gradually let go of his vigilance and nodded.

"Who treated your wound at that time..."

"..." The boy looked up at me and said in a low voice, "Mom."

"That's it..." The unexpected answer, "Where is your mother now? Is it in the capital?"

"..." The boy shook his head, "I was sold by my father, and after that... I haven't seen it."

Although this was not an unexpected answer, the boy's expression was not too turbulent. The contrast between such calmness and the meaning contained in the words made my fingers tremble a little.

"And after that... have you been living with your father?"

The young man shook his head.

"Father died, because he had nothing to eat, so he starved to death."

I always feel that young people should be interrogated, but this kind of one-sided communication seems to be torture for me.

"But...you survived..."

Moreover, it seems that life is not bad.Although his physical condition is not good due to injuries and wandering in the desert, the boy is not the type who has no hope of surviving.Rather than being a stray cat, it might as well be a domestic cat that was abandoned by its owner not long ago.

The boy nodded, and then said proactively, "Master let me live."

"Owner……?"

"XXXXXXXX"

The boy said a name. I seem to have heard that name once at a battle mobilization meeting. It is one of the chaebols with private arms in country E.

"But, right now... the temporary owner is you."

"Eh……?"

"Owner……"

The boy yelled again, asking me to make sure there was nothing wrong with my ears.Although I have always answered my questions from the beginning, this change in attitude is really too big.Moreover, fortunately, there is no one around, otherwise... there will be bad rumors again.

"Why, why, why... I will be the temporary master?"

"water……"

The boy didn't explain too much, he only said one word, and it took me a while to understand that he meant the water I gave him before.But having said that, compared to water, shouldn’t the first thing I should be grateful for be my locomotive that was stolen on the first day?

Regarding this question, the answer after the teenager is that the motorcycle is just a tool for survival, but water is life itself.

"The temporary master...?"

I lowered my head and thought, this seems to be good, at least there will be no obstacles in communication.The problem, though, is that temporarily the title feels a bit off-putting.

"Did your previous master ask you to be his guard?"

The boy nodded for confirmation, and then added: "But it's not just the guards, all mine belongs to the master, so basically I will carry out the master's orders."

"Even if I let you die?"

"No..." Eh?The unexpected negative answer, "Because "survival" is my reward from the master, so I can do anything other than this."

So, is it because of this reason that I became the temporary master?This made me suddenly realize a problem.

"So, if your previous master ordered you to kill me, would you do it?"

The boy was silent for a while, as if he was thinking, then nodded hesitantly.

"But, didn't I save your life too?"

"..."

She turned her eyes away... By the way, is there still such an ignorant person in this world now!I seemed to instantly understand the feelings of the seniors when they were training me many years ago.

However, the boy's reaction is too problematic, right?This wasn't even at the level of sophistry, it simply pointed out the logical contradictions in his own thinking.

"Who... are you fighting for?"

The boy looked at me like a monster, as if I asked a question like where the sun rises from.

"Of course I will fight for the man who gives me bread and water."

"That is... to fight to survive?" This statement makes sense, but... "If I give you money, bread and water, will you fight for me?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the boy's eyes, and then he nodded.

So far it's been an employment relationship, so there is no problem, but I still read a sense of disobedience from the boy's expression.

"So, what will you do if I give you enough cash?"

"..."

The young man thought for a while, but he didn't seem to understand the meaning of my words. I don't know if the young man understands what cash is, so he added.

"Give you enough money, even if you don't have to fight, you can use the money to buy bread and water, so that you don't have to fight for anything, that kind of life..."

"how is this possible?"

The boy came to a conclusion almost before I finished the narration, and I also felt that I gradually touched the core.

"Suppose...just a hypothetical situation, you found a box of gold in a desert without people, what are you going to do?"

"Give it to my master."

"This is a huge fortune, and you can even use this wealth to buy enough slaves like you."

"..." The boy showed a confused look again, but he didn't hesitate on the question itself, "Leave it to... the master."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I rely on the master's charity to survive, so...wealth should naturally be handed over to the master."

In other words, is the contractual relationship with the master everything but life?According to Teacher Ye Cheng, even though the boy is still alive, all the possibilities he created have been bought by the master.And a human being who has lost his possibility cannot be called a human being at all... Whether it is the country, the society, or the so-called "master" that binds him, he is just the effort of that thing.

Well, in this case, it might be a little more complicated.

"It never occurred to you that you could gain 'freedom' with that wealth?"

""free"?"

The boy repeated the words I had said, and I think I finally identified the distortion in the boy's mind.

"What does 'freedom'... mean?"

The young man tilted his head, imitating my pronunciation with some awkwardness in his mouth, which meant that the elf magic used for translation did not work.The reason is because the word freedom does not exist in the juvenile language system.

"Freedom..."

I put the blood-soaked cotton swab and alcohol aside, and started to wrap the boy with a bandage... Although I don't know how to do it at all, so after a few failed attempts, I started to use magic to make the bandage work by itself.

The boy resisted a little, but was quickly attracted by my words.

"Freedom means that you can do what you want, and everything you do is done for yourself, not for the master."

"But, if that's the case... you won't be able to live..."

"How is it possible... It's fine for ordinary people, don't you have "that" ability?"

"But my ability can only destroy... and... different from you and Master...."

The boy lowered his head, not daring to look into my eyes. The bandage was still fluttering slowly under the influence of the operation, and it was wrapped around the boy's arm again and again, and finally tied a bow that didn't fit my personality... ... Tsk, as expected, you are still not proficient in this method of use.

I don't know what kind of ability the boy's master possesses, or in the eyes of the boy, maybe just being able to survive in this desert is considered a miraculous ability.Although in my opinion, teenagers are the ones with rare abilities in the elite class of us who have no worries about food and clothing, but the ability of teenagers-time stop can neither help to fill the stomach, nor can it be found. Drinking water, in the eyes of the boy, may be just a little bit of chips that he can dedicate to his master in exchange for food and water... No, in the boy's understanding, even the act of trading does not exist.

"That's true, but my ability is not omnipotent, and my ability is not born. I was born just like you... No, your ability is born. But it doesn't matter, I am Say... When we are born, we are given the right to live. The protection of this right comes from your own ability. Even if you have to sell part of your own ability to survive, it is still your own ability. , you have the right not to be subject to anyone when you have a better choice, don't you?"

"..."

There was a troubled expression on the boy's face, and he even frowned.

"Don't understand?"

"Um……"

The boy lowered his head.

"Well, it's probably my fault."

After all, it's hard to get an uneducated person to accept this sort of thing, and even I'm only just now figuring out what's wrong with teenagers.

The environment in which teenagers grew up is completely different from the environment in which I grew up. This is not only reflected in the simple phenomenon of poor living conditions, but also in the relationship between people and the relationship between people and society/country. There is a huge deviation from me... or people who grew up in non-war countries in general... No, if it is for political correctness, the word deviation should not be used here.

To put it simply, in country E, no one is free - "everyone is born without the right to be a human being".Whether a baby can be born depends on the status of the mother in the family and the identity of the mother. Whether the child can survive after birth depends on the medical environment and the allocation of living resources, and it is not the children themselves or even their parents that determine these.The right to be a human being is firmly held by other people...or in other words, they are not human beings, but solidified social relations and classes.

The boy still looked at me puzzled, and I decided not to explain these complicated things for the time being.

"That...by the way, what's your name?"

"...Ibrahim Salah Al-Din"

I finally remembered why I couldn't remember the boy's name, because for the name, the elf spell used to temporarily block the effect of the Tower of Babel was useless.How can I remember such a long name!

Seeing my distressed expression, the boy seemed to have remembered something.

"This is the name given to me by the previous master. If you really... want to buy me from the previous master, you can give me a new name."

So, even something as important as a name is just a code name to identify itself?In fact, the owner of the boy should have properly given the name to the boy, that is to say... the one who gave up his birthright is not someone else but the boy himself...?

I always feel that the complexity of the matter may be far beyond my imagination. If it were normal, as an otaku, I would probably have started to retreat.However, it would be too unfair for the teenager to give up halfway like this.

Moreover, the ability of a boy is indeed very rare, so...

"I do have that intention, but what about you?"

"I?"

"That...IbrahimSalah...Al-Din, is this your name? If it wasn't given by your parents, it doesn't matter what others give you. What matters is what you call yourself, which cannot be replaced by others. matter."

"I... haven't thought about it."

"Then let's think about it before returning home..."

"Back home...?"

"Oh, country Y~ If you want me to be the master, isn't it a matter of course?"

"Um……"

The young man pursed his lips and didn't seem to notice the sense of disobedience.

"But...you can't fail to think of a name. Anyway, let's call you A-Ding first?"

The boy didn't answer, but just nodded his head in agreement.

"Then, during this period of time, you should use this book to pass the time first." I pressed a prophecy book of country Y for country E into his arms, and then added, "I don't necessarily I will always be by your side, and you have to promise me not to use your ability where I can't see it."

The young man nodded again. Seeing such a simple young man, I naively thought that I had already solved more than half of the matter. Next, I only need to go to the old stubborn hands of the army to transfer Adin from the prisoners of war to solve the big problem.

But I didn't realize that when I walked out of the room, the boy had already left the textbook aside, and was fiddling with the knife in the infirmary with great interest.