Wearing the Rags Chapter 5

Byron took a step back and followed with his big nose, still sniffing in front of his face. Byron was almost fainted by the other person's breath.

As he was trembling, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Didn't you say that food falls out of the space cracks here? Where is the food?"

Byron froze, turned his head slowly following the sound, and met four eyes--four eyes on one head.

He gasped in fright, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body.

The enhanced version of "Peng Peng" standing in front of him removed his nose and confirmed: "He smells like food."

The woman with four eyes, a cat face, and black and white markings all over her body looked at Byron with interest: "Is he for food?"

The little man with a long tail and warm brown hair next to her shook his head and whispered: "He seems to be an elf."

"Elves?!"

Byron was suddenly pulled away, and faced a sharp-beaked birdman. His round eyes couldn't help but look at him, "What does an elf look like?"

Long Tail confirmed: "This is what it looks like. There are murals in the Sterling Silver Castle!"

"Didn't they say elves have wings?" The birdman shook his wings and moved Byron around, but he couldn't see where the wings were hidden.

Long Tail: "Huh?"

He jumped up to Byron, raised his head and asked, "Aren't you an elf?"

Byron's brain was running wildly, and his CPU was overloaded compared to the last big math question in the college entrance examination. Should he say "yes" or "no" at this time?

No matter how ignorant he is, it can be seen that he has traveled through time.

The clothes he wore were from a world completely different from his own.

There are no humans here--otherwise they wouldn't call him an elf.

Elves should be very scarce here - otherwise they would have seen them before and would have to rely on the murals to identify them.

This is probably a world of orcs, and their appearance is very different from the animals on the earth. I don’t know what level of civilization it is.

"I...I..." Byron broke out in a cold sweat, unable to make a choice. His short work experience told him that if you want to persuade others without knowing anything, it is best not to lie or to Too honest.

Byron chose technical sincerity and evasion, his voice was trembling, and he carefully weighed his words: "I am not an elf, but I don't know why I look so similar to an elf. My hometown is full of people like me. What kind of place is this?"

The beast-faced natives were indeed not as smart as humans. They followed Byron's words and answered his question: "This is the territory of the Sterling Silver."

Sterling Silver.

Byron heard it for the second time.

Sterling Silver's Castle.

The territory of the Sterling Silver.

In other words, this place belongs to a dragon?

Or a group of dragons?

He wasn't sure.

Byron nodded "Oh" and wanted to ask again tremblingly, but was interrupted by the enhanced version of "Peng Peng" in front of him, "Where did you come from? Why did you fall into the space crack?"

Space crack?

Without waiting for Byron's answer, the natives began to argue themselves.

"Impossible! I've never heard of elves falling out of space cracks."

"He said he was not an elf."

"You can't survive if you fall out."

"Why not? My grandfather's uncle's mother's cousin's relatives picked up live meat from the cracks in space." The long tail gestured about half a meter in length, "The meat is particularly delicious."

Byron: ...

Why are you still eating? !

After this reminder, the natives in the room began to stare at him eagerly.

The four-eyed cat-faced beauty has four eyes on her face, one more urgent and one more greedy than the last.

"He smells like food." "Peng Peng" began to drool.

food?

He does have food on him!

Byron suddenly bent over, and quickly picked up the paper bag in front of a small creature. He held up the sausage with trembling hands, "This, this is a specialty from my hometown. Its name is grilled sausage. If you don't If you dislike it..."

"That's it! There are also round, such big, thin, crunchy, fragrant and sweet foods from another world!" A hairball that had crawled under their feet at some point said with bright eyes.

Byron didn't see it clearly for a moment and thought it was a mouse, which almost scared him to death.

He moved his feet in a panic. In panic, he bumped into the four-eyed cat-faced girl, which made him even more frightened.

The cat-faced woman supported him, put her arms around his chest, and took a sausage from the paper bag Byron was holding.

Byron didn't dare to move and held it respectfully.

"Hmm! It's delicious!" Catwoman's four eyes narrowed in contentment.

When she was about to take the second one, the whole bag was pinched by "Peng Peng".

The plump black pepper grilled sausages were in "Peng Peng's" hands, as small as a baby's fingers. He picked up one with the tip of his fingernails and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and chewing without even spitting out the bamboo stick.

Byron wanted to remind him, but held back and silently analyzed the current situation.

They have eaten from their own world.

At least the "little mouse" ate it.

Moreover, he also ate something else, which from his description seemed to be biscuits.

In addition, the long-tailed one must have eaten something. He noticed that the long-tailed one was nodding when the "little mouse" spoke.

Byron realized ------

The tenant sister didn't lie, something was really lost in their store, and everything that was lost ended up here!

Moreover, these "people" seem to be here just for the lost food.

But Byron was very confused, why was all the food thrown away?

And only a small amount was lost each time, so that the tenant sister seemed to notice it very late.

Just for a little thing, why would there be several such terrifying natives gathered?

He silently observed the room, and it was not difficult to find that these natives had a clear hierarchy.

"Peng Peng" was the boss in this room. He snatched away a bag of sausages. The others dared not say anything but stared angrily.

In addition, it should be the four-eyed catwoman who dared to be the first to take away the sausage.

Birdman seems to be similar to Catwoman. His anger and dissatisfaction are very obvious. Finally, he has a long tail that is only about one meter high, and a "little mouse" who dares to be angry but dare not speak.

Sure enough, before "Peng Peng" almost finished the sausage, the birdman became angry. He flapped his wings and flew towards "Peng Peng", and with one wing he flew the sausage in "Peng Peng's" hand out of the bag: "Are you going to eat it all yourself?!"

Byron suffered a tragic blow to Chi Yu. Half a "Peng Peng" separated him, as if he felt the tenth level wind in winter, and his face was numb.

The four-eyed cat-faced girl has quick eyes and quick hands. She turns around and runs away with a "Yeah" sound.

The "little mouse" somersaulted and rolled, hitting the wall in one breath. Still kind-hearted with its long tail, it hooked Byron's leg with its tail and shouted: "Run, run!"

The two of them were blown around by the wind, and Byron was pulled into the corner of the hut by his long tail.

Byron saw a fallen table next to him and wanted to pull it over to block the wind. Unexpectedly, he failed to pull it. He pulled it again, and a head appeared from behind the table. Two mouths on the head opened at the same time, baring teeth fiercely at him.

Byron quickly let go, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone!"

The two-mouthed monster covered in explosive hair retracted behind the table and became silent.

The long tail poked Byron, "Those short-mouthed people only eat gra**, and they won't eat you."

Byron was instantly comforted, "Really?"

The long tail swung its tail and nodded, "It seems you really came from somewhere else."

Byron: ...

Suddenly I didn't believe it anymore.

He looked at the long tail warily: "Then you...?"

"I eat meat!" Long Tail Tuqiong Dagger said, "You still smell of other food. Give me something else and I won't eat you."

Isn't this nonsense? !

Byron was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and only had his mobile phone in his trouser pocket. Where could he get something to eat?

Where can he get food?

Byron met Long Tai's gaze, pulled up his clothes and smelled it. There was a faint smell of boiled meat slices, probably from the dinner at night.

He quietly looked in the direction of the door, which was a bit far away.

Looking at the size of the long tail and the flexible tail, I felt that I probably couldn't run.

Even if it can outrun the long tail, there are several others.

Even if we can get rid of them, we still don’t know what the situation is outside.

Byron let go of his clothes and took a deep breath, "I don't have anything to eat, but!"

He raised his voice to stop Long Tail from interrupting, "I will do it!"

"real?"

"Really." Byron vowed, determined not to admit at this time that his cooking skills were limited to cooking instant noodles and frying tomatoes and eggs.

Byron added with a hint of guilt: "But you have to have the materials."

Nagao looked at him suspiciously, "What material?"

Another gust of wind came out towards them. Byron opened his mouth and took a mouthful of cold wind, which caused him to cough sharply.

The hay was blown everywhere in the house, and the luminous stones acting as light bulbs rolled all over the floor. The room lit up and darkened. Byron spit out the hay he blew into his mouth, rubbed his eyes and suddenly saw the luminous stones diagonally in front of them illuminated. There is a sausage in the place.

The bamboo skewer for grilling sausage was stuck in a gap in the floor and was being blown precariously by the wind.

He was just about to remind Long Tail when unexpectedly, two small black paws stretched out from above. A small creature that looked a bit like a squirrel and a bit like a monkey reached down from above, grabbed the sausage and ran away, disappearing on the roof in an instant. in the dark.

Byron: ...

How many people are there in this room? !

He raised his head and looked carefully. In the rolling light, he saw at least three similar squirrel monkeys gathering together, seemingly sharing the sausages.

With a "bang" sound, the door of the wooden house was knocked open from the outside, and a new visitor appeared at the door.

The inextricable battle situation in the house took a new turn because of the new arrival - also a birdman.

The giant bird, which was bigger than "Peng Peng", was holding a "little mouse" in his hand. He stood at the door and looked at the house with flying hay. He frowned and said, "Fighting is prohibited in the Elf Wooden House. Why are you fighting here?"

"Peng Peng" thought for a moment and stopped.

The birdman he was fighting with snorted, and without saying anything else, he started searching the house for sausages.

The big birdman who didn't know the situation put down the "little mouse" in his hand, "Where is the space crack you mentioned?"

"Little Mouse": "In this wooden house at the bottom of the tree, food has been dropping out every night lately. Today..."

He suddenly shook his nose, looked at the paper bag that had flown to the corner, and looked up again.

The three "squirrel monkeys" hanging on the roof still had oily mouths.

Noticing the little mouse looking at them, they bared their teeth at the "little mouse".

"Little Mouse" fell silent.

The big birdman quickly figured out the situation. With so many people gathered today, the secret was no longer a secret.

The house was completely destroyed, and it seemed that today's share was probably gone.

"Hey, why is there an elf here?" The disappointed big man found Byron, "Do you also want to go to the mine while the Sterling Silver is sleeping?"

Byron: "...?!"

no, he is not.

But he seemed to have heard some great news.