When she lifted her head again, the woman's forehead was bruised, and with her last bit of strength, she raised the child and held him up to Duncan, wanting to speak, but her throat was damaged, unable to emit a sound.
She just held the child up, her eyes full of pleading.
Duncan didn't take the child, only glanced at the blood at the corner of the child's mouth.
Just drank human blood, the stomach is already full, the child sleeps soundly.
Seeing Duncan unwilling to take the child, the woman's eyes turned ashen as death once more, and she silently lowered her head, clutching the child tightly, without saying a word.
A piece of hardtack wouldn't save her and her child.
But she didn't know, the man in front of her, if he wished, could save her, and could save all the people.
Duncan stood up.
