Chapter 55

He had made up his mind, but didn't know how to say it. He was so anxious holding the boat ticket that he couldn't sleep. But when Toto entered the tent the next day, the male insect pretended to be asleep.

He smelled Toto's scent and it was very close to him. Toto leaned against him affectionately. This was Toto's little secret, and the male insect pretended not to know.

What kind of smell can a child have?

Moreover, Toto has to do so much work, in the smoke and heat, in the damp and sweaty conditions, but strangely enough, Toto's scent is unique, making the male insects feel envious and heartbroken.

The fluffy head nuzzled against the male insect, and the small hand stroked the male's eyebrows. The male insect was very handsome, but Toto did not inherit his appearance; he looked more like the female.

The male insect closed its eyes and felt the child's hand touch its face. It then stopped moving. After a while, a small gap was opened in its palm.

Toto's hands were hot, dry, and rough, lacking the softness of a child's; they were like a hot stone, and something was stuffed into his hands.

The male insect had his eyes closed. He heard Toto stand up and move around quietly in the tent. He heard the rustling of the water sac and ropes. In that spot... Toto's little axe was hanging.

Toto's mother didn't make him any toys, but she made a lot of tools. They were always made to Toto's size, and as Toto grew a little older, his mother would make them for him again.

A little light appeared in the tent as Toto picked up his backpack and small axe, lifted the curtain, and went out.

The male insect opened its eyes and listened intently to the sound of the wind outside and the sound of Tuotuo lighting a fire to boil water.

Gradually, the sound disappeared.

The male insect is probably not outside anymore.

The male insect opens its palm, and in its palm is a very small stone. It is polished smooth and shiny, like a gemstone, but it is actually just a small stone.

Toto left the prisoner-of-war camp with his credentials. Today was a day off for the training camp, and he could go to a small hill a little further away to carry firewood.

He kept in mind what he had learned in the prisoner-of-war camp, and when he was bored on the road, he silently recited it several times.

In early autumn, the grass and stems of the leaves turn slightly yellow, and patches of yellow-white wildflowers bearing seeds bloom on the grassland.

Some leaves have fallen from the mountains, and many small branches have also fallen.

Toto, carrying a backpack, gathered firewood and searched for wild berries. He buried himself in the woods, searching back and forth. It was not an easy task. Autumn berries grow under the leaves, and you have to carefully peel back the leaves one by one to find the purplish-black fruit.

He usually enjoys these things, treating them like play, but today, after only a short while, Toto lost interest and sat sullenly on the grass, chopping at small branches with his little axe.

The hillside was occupied by the Allied forces, but the prisoner-of-war camp was not visible from there, and Toto had no idea what was going on there.

He knew a lot of words, which was remarkable compared to other fifteen-year-old Zerg, but Toto knew that it meant nothing to the Alliance or to his father's family.

Because he could read, he could understand the box and the boat ticket.

Is a Zerg player coming to pick up the male father today?

Toto didn't know.

But he knew that if he stayed at home, he would be very reluctant to leave his father and would beg him not to leave. If he did that, his father would be very angry. Moreover, Toto was actually afraid that his father would tell him to get out.

If he's not here, Xiong's father will remember him, remember that he didn't see him before he left.

The female father is never home, and if he is home, he will definitely hide somewhere when he sees the box.

He's an adult who likes to run away from this kind of thing.

Toto felt he had done a good job, but he still really wanted to go home and visit.

He already kissed his father this morning and even left him his favorite stone.

If only the father wouldn't abandon the dog, or if he did, he wouldn't stay at home. He could be taken to a farther place, or at least taken away, so that Toto wouldn't feel so sad.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard a pleasant laugh. Toto stood up alertly and picked up her backpack.

Two chirping sounds came from the woods, and a small, brown-furred animal with long ears ran out. It looked like a small pack animal, but had short, chubby limbs, blue eyes, and many colorful little pom-poms stuck in its brown fur.

Toto glanced at it twice. He had never seen anything like it before. The little animal was lively and active, and it ran around Toto in circles without any fear.

But the savage male insect failed to appreciate its cuteness at all. Instead, it pulled out a small axe, scaring the little animal so much that it turned and ran into the forest to find its owner.

Toto planned to hurry up and sneak back to see his father, but the animal's owner jumped down from a high place while holding him, stepping on the berries under the leaves. The burst juice startled him.

He slipped, causing Toto, who was standing nearby, to lose his balance and tumble down the hillside.

"Wow!"

Toto was dazed after the fall.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, four or five female soldiers appeared and nervously checked the safety of the master and servant.

Toto's backpack was forcibly removed by the female soldier to check for any suspicious items. The male insect, who was about the same age as Toto, shouted that he didn't need it and frowned, telling the female soldier to be more polite.

Toto shook his head, understanding that the female soldier had been repeatedly telling him to cooperate with the inspection. The contents of his backpack were taken out, the collected firewood was scattered, and the small axe was taken away for examination.

Once it was confirmed that he posed no threat and there was no intention to harm him, the female soldier pushed him aside.

The male insect holding the small animal looked helpless and unhappy, saying that he was fine and didn't need to go back. A doctor-like insectoid creature appeared nearby and patiently tried to persuade him.

The female soldier next to me ran down from the scene of the incident and said there was no problem; it was just a minor accident.

Toto stood up straight, spread his hands, and felt the wet sweat running down his forehead.

He felt something was blocking his eyes, so he wiped them with his hand. As he was wiping, the male insect holding the small animal suddenly pointed at him and screamed very loudly.

Toto looked down at his palm; it was red.

All the female soldiers around them turned to look at Toto, who was carrying a backpack and trying to get through them: "I'm going back."

He said that one female soldier refused, and the other female soldiers glanced at him and then looked away to continue their vigilance. The doctor advised the male soldier to go back for a check-up and not to worry his parents. If he did not obey, the only option would be to call his brother.

Toto couldn't understand what the female soldier who was blocking him was saying, speaking very quickly. His Alliance language wasn't very good; his father hadn't taught him much. He really wanted to go back and kept repeating that he was fine, but the other party wouldn't let him go.

Toto was so anxious that his mouth went dry, but he was powerless to help.

He cannot engage in combat with the Allied females.

Just then, Toto saw the archbishop, who seemed to have come from somewhere. He walked straight past Toto to the male insect holding the small animal, looked him up and down carefully, and reprimanded him sternly but gently.

Toto had never seen the other person look nervous before, but just now, the bishop's face was tense, and he looked very concerned and worried.

They're probably family.

Toto said he wanted to go home, but no Zerg were listening to him. The only one he was talking to couldn't understand each other's pronunciation.

Later, it was only after another female soldier said something that Toto got his small axe and backpack back.

You can go now.

But a long time had passed since he left home in the morning, and Toto walked a few steps in a daze before slowly making his way home along the path.

Hearing someone call his name, Toto turned around and saw the bishop with a cold expression.

"I'm fine, I want to go home."

Toto repeated it again, but then he remembered that the bishop wouldn't misunderstand what he was saying, so he didn't need to speak so slowly.

Fei pointed to Toto's backpack. Toto just stared at him blankly. His spiky head was flat, and his small face showed no signs of pain or unbearable discomfort. He looked perfectly healthy, but rather excessively thin.

Fei then went over and helped him take the firewood off his back.

He only has one younger brother, who is quite willful, so he doesn't have much experience dealing with Zerg at this age.

Toto was implicated by his younger brother, and Fei felt unusually guilty, so he chased after him to check on him.

Toto's condition was worse than he had thought. He took the firewood off his back and frowned in surprise at the weight...

He took off his vest, wet it in the nearby stream, and handed it to Toto.

Toto didn't take it. He was holding onto the backpack straps with both hands, as if he didn't understand what Fei meant. Fei could only wipe the blood off his face, avoiding the wound: "It's my brother's fault. I apologize to you."

The damp, cool towel was rubbed on my face, but the more I wiped, the more liquid came out.

Fei's movements were stiff, warm tears dripping onto the back of his hand. Toto's eyes were wide open, as if he were sighing, or as if he were saying something that no one would listen to.

"The father has returned home."

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