Hypnotic powder

The porridge bowl was probably left there after my uncle fed my brother in the morning. There was still a little light yellow porridge at the bottom, which was much better than the yellow rice porridge made of wheat mixed with bran that my uncle and Ian usually ate.

The bowl itself is definitely not the point, it is just a wooden bowl, what is important is what is inside.

"It shouldn't be left. Let alone Elan's appetite is impossible to be so small, and my uncle's stingy character is impossible to waste. If the child can't eat, will he not eat?"

Elan is the name of my brother, which was given by my mother when she was pregnant, meaning good at fighting.

The stepfather who abandoned his wife and children came from Canaanmore. He was a powerful sublimator mercenary with half elf blood. My mother hoped that the child could inherit his power.

Ian didn't know whether he was good at fighting or not, but his brother was really good at eating. He usually ate as much as he could and there would be no leftovers.

Confused, Ian picked up the bowl, took a closer look, and then frowned: "What's that smell?"

The wheat aroma was mixed with a strange floral scent, which smelled very warm, a bit like osmanthus, but a little stronger.

This scent evoked Ian's memories. He recalled the streets of his hometown in the afternoon. The soft light sprinkled from the edge of the sky to the earth. The flowers and trees on both sides of the street were shrouded in a hazy halo. The dust could be seen floating up and down in the glory of the setting sun. The fragrance of osmanthus was warm and peaceful, and I wanted to fall asleep peacefully...

Puff.

Just when his eyes were about to close and he was about to fall asleep, Ian suddenly raised his left hand and bit his left thumb hard.

Although the milk teeth were soft, it was not difficult to bite through the skin if he was really determined. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart instantly stimulated the nerves, sobering up the drowsy white-haired boy, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"The refined sleeping powder of Supor flower... a powerful anesthetic used by native hunters for hunting?"

Ian clenched his fists, staring at the bowl of porridge in front of him, and the white-haired child who had never been awakened by Ian's movements and was sleeping soundly on the bed beside him.

There was still blood between his lips and teeth. The smell of blood made Ian sober, and also shocked and unbelievable: "Osenna actually fed this thing to the child? Mushroom suckers are really not worthy of being human"

No wonder Elan never cried or made a fuss, he was so well-behaved, not like an ordinary two-year-old child at all...

Nonsense, what child can cry and make a fuss after being fed medicine.

It's better to say, can you really grow up after being fed this thing?

Only by feeding this kind of medicine can Elan become a sacrifice for the natives without crying or making a fuss.

After the anger, there is silence.

Holding the bowl of porridge, Ian frowned and stood there thinking without saying a word.

Although he was already unable to contain his anger towards his uncle Osenna.

But to be honest, he was also very curious.

Is there actually a pollen in this world that can make people fall asleep quickly with just a little bit of residual flower fragrance?

Although there were drugs that could achieve this effect in the previous life, there was really no pure natural one.

"Is it really magic? Or is it actually a psychic plant..."

Ian still remembered that the group of old classmates in the School of Biological Sciences had always said that every life itself was an extremely unique and delicate carbon-based factory with extremely high processing precision, which could produce many complex compounds that were difficult to mass-produce even with modern biological industry.

But it would be impossible for them to make such a fast-acting sleeping pill in a short period of time.

A real biological factory is enough to start the next technological revolution, which is not the breakthrough direction taken by humans on Earth.

This sleeping powder is definitely a rare material, and hunters on the mountainside want it. If it weren't for his uncle colluding with the natives and working hard as an intermediary, he would never have been able to get it.

"That's right."

Relaxing his brows, Ian also figured it out: "Let's not talk about letting Elan be sacrificed quietly, just saying that after taking the black mushroom extract, you need to fall asleep quickly to take effect... This thing is for Osenna's own use."

"And he is too lazy to take care of Elan, and he doesn't want his brother to waste his time making money, so he just lets this annoying kid fall asleep."

"Wait... for personal use..."

"Yeah," Ian muttered to himself at this moment, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "There should be spare sleeping powder in the house"

Since this thing is a must-have for my uncle and cannot be carried with him, some of it must be at home

Of course, even Osenna, a scumbag, would not put such a thing on the table openly.

He will definitely hide the sleeping powder very deep, at least in a place where a child like Ian can't easily find it.

Even if Ian is no longer the Ian of the past, it is extremely difficult to find the target without any clues.

But it's different now.

Ian walked out of the room, his eyes glowing again.

Dizzy again, the boy saw that in the corner of his uncle's room, under the cabinet door and the earthen jar, a faint blue fluorescence suddenly lit up.

Leaning against the wall, he smiled.

…

The scattered clouds leaked a ray of sunlight, and the humid air surged with the wind.

At the edge of the Harrison Port immigration area, there was a half-new wooden and stone cottage. The streets on the edge of the old district were full of the smell of earth after the rain.

The summer rain on the coast was rapid and fierce. It only took a dozen minutes to be overcast, and then it would be sunny again.

The short and fast rain washed the streets, making the grass green and the dusty windows clear. It was now afternoon and evening. Some dock workers had finished work and went home, or were preparing to pack up and do another job.

Under the setting sun, a tall and thin man with a limp walked silently on the street, and the dim light dragged a long shadow behind him.

He had sunken cheeks, a long beard, narrow eyes, deep in the eye sockets, and dark circles around the dark blue eye sockets. The sickly shadows made it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

But even so, he could be called handsome, but too gloomy and not a kind person.

Although lame, the man walked not slowly, at most he limped a little.

It was not a disability, but a congenital deformity.

The man's right leg below the calf was no longer human. A blue-black tumor covered with a thick shell replaced the original sole of the foot. The bulging blood vessels and blue veins protruded from the shell and pulsated with the heartbeat, as if they wanted to breed something extraordinary from it.

But because of the defects in the embryo, the breeding failed, so it became the deformed tissue that is neither good nor bad now.

Such unexpected deformities often occur among the White People. Both the tribe members and outsiders are used to it. Although there is no discrimination, they are not allowed to marry and have children.

Osenna is indeed a boring and cold man. He never likes to show any emotions. His face is always a dry poker face like a mask. Naturally, no one wants to get close to him.

But he never makes trouble, nor does he use sarcastic words to mock others-this man is even more respectful and polite to his superiors, honest and humble. For the dock supervisor, this is undoubtedly the best virtue, so he usually lives a stable life, and no one thinks he needs any change.

But this is what he hates.

Accounting at the dock? If it weren't for his deformity, if his family was not exiled to the border far away from the imperial capital, if he had psychic talent, if...

No matter what, he shouldn't be this boring look now.

He deserves a better life.

Thinking of this, a gloomy anger rose from his heart. This was the hatred and resentment that was difficult to remove even if he had a sweet dream with black mushrooms and enjoyed a refreshing life.

He just wanted to vent now.

Thinking of this, he looked up and looked at his house.

He squinted his eyes and saw a small white figure looking at him by the window.

A white-haired boy with a bandage on his head stood by the window, looking carefully at the street outside the window.

The boy had white hair and blue eyes, and his appearance was clean and cute, but his head was still bleeding slowly, and the unhealed wound stained the white bandage with a layer of dark red.

He obviously saw his uncle, so he exclaimed and shrank back behind the window like a frightened little animal.

"Humph."

Looking at this scene, Osenna lowered his head and smiled softly.

At this moment, he was filled with a morbid sense of accomplishment - some people feared him, some people were terrified of him, and some people shuddered at his thoughts - this was the only time he could feel like he was alive.

His nephew...haha, he was already impatient to go home, and stood in front of him without saying anything, waiting for him to admit his mistakes in fear.

Whether it was the silver coins hidden in the corner of the kitchen, the unclean toilet, or the firewood that was not chopped yesterday...if you want to find it, there are reasons everywhere.

That kid will definitely admit his mistakes obediently.

And he will not say anything, will not forgive anything, because if you make a mistake, you should be punished.

"You can't beat him to death, he can also sell it for money, and the viscera of underage children, those forest people will also pay a high price for it...you can't beat him to death."

Mumbling to himself vaguely, in a good mood, even with a quicker pace, the gloomy man smiled with satisfaction and opened the door of his house.

He saw Ian standing at the door, waiting for his arrival uncomfortably.

"Very good..." Osenna closed the door with his backhand.

He was about to say something, but suddenly a bag of things was thrown on his face, and his eyes were immediately blurred. The choking dust with a strong and familiar fragrance covered his mouth and nose.

"Ahem"

Osenna didn't react for a while to what was going on. He couldn't imagine that his nephew, who had always been well-behaved and weak, would dare to do such a thing, and this fragrance was obviously the Supor Flower Sleeping Powder he usually used with black mushrooms...

How could he find it...

Before quickly falling into the deepest sleep, Osenna saw Ian walking slowly, carrying the rope he usually used to tie bacon, and a pitchfork that was obviously sharpened.

Great uneasiness and fear rose in his heart, making him want to scream.

But Osenna didn't have the opportunity to continue thinking.

Amid the strong fragrance, he fell into a long sleep.