Bad Born Blood Chapter 235

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In the laws of physics, life and death do not have any grand meaning.

Life is dong, death is yin.

It’s just movement and stillness.

The boy Jafar loved was left stranded in the wasteland, his body rotting and decaying.

Jafar had to move on without even being able to collect the body.

On this day, all kinds of passions must have been welling up inside Japa.

“Kato… … .”

Jafar muttered the boy’s name. He walked in the blazing sun, wrapped tightly in a deep veil that covered his body.

After the boy died, Jafar’s memories became patchy and fragmented. Only the events that were deeply engraved in his mind appeared as simulation memories.

The wasteland was finally over, and settlements and villages appeared at regular intervals.

However, when people found out that Jafar was a Tajrun, they treated him with hostility, because the Tajrun race had a bad reputation.

“When Kato is there… … .”

Jafar shook his head, muttering to himself. Things would have been better with the human boy by his side.

The isolated Tajirun were weak. It was understandable why the banishment was a terrible punishment. The outcasts were the ones who had to bear the burden of the sins and immorality of the Tajirun race.

Jafar has been on the brink of life and death countless times. He ate a monstrous fruit and rolled around for three days and nights, and was chased by a beast from the planet Novas and jumped into a rapid stream.

I never had a proper meal. At night, I would often sleep lightly, fearing the pursuit of my family.

“Look, The City… … .”

Finally, the destination came into view in the distance. It was smaller than it is now, but it was still a city with skyscrapers and pillars of light.

Jafar walked towards Border City.

Japha’s hands, which I could see in my vision, were strangely withered. His steps were also noticeably slow.

Of course, Border City was not a paradise. There was nowhere else to escape to.

‘A city that rejects no one.’

Jafar, who had reached his destination, was exhausted. He walked a few more steps, leaning against the wall of the alley, and then collapsed.

‘Jafar has reached his limit here. Even his final will has been scattered.’

Moving with energy was also over. When you arrived at your destination, you must have felt exhausted, and the mental strings that supported your body must have loosened.

Up until now, I’ve just mechanically endured because I had a vague goal.

‘Only after reaching the destination do you realize the futility and meaninglessness.’

In the first place, Jafar only wanted to come here with his lover.

There was no hope in Border City.

Japha was approaching a standstill, having even stopped resisting the world.

Swish.

Jafar opened his eyes to the sound of people. Homeless people were rummaging through Jafar’s body.

“Tch! What kind of beggar is this?”

A yellow spit fell on Jafar’s head.

The homeless people disappeared when they realized that they had nothing to steal from Jafar.

Jafar was dying in an alleyway. He didn’t even feel hungry. Even his survival instinct was disappearing.

Swish.

It was raining. As Japa’s body temperature dropped, his breathing became quieter.

“Is that an exiled Tajirun? It doesn’t seem to be an adult yet, but it’s a female, no, no, a woman… … .”

Someone spoke. The mechanical sound of the interpreter was a static like the sound of rain.

Jafar was looking at the world with blurry eyes. I too had a hard time identifying the man.

But it was obvious who the man was.

‘Paolo Quan.’

Paolo appeared first. He extended his umbrella and covered Jaffa’s head.

Rustle.

Paolo took a wrapped sandwich out of his fanny pack.

“This is my lunch. You can eat it. There’s nothing weird in it, so don’t worry.”

Paolo took a bite of his sandwich first.

“… …Why?”

“Because a child is starving. I’m a professional cook. It’s hard to ignore it and pass it by.”

A few more words were exchanged after that.

Jaffa hesitated for a moment, then ate the sandwich in a hurry.

Jaffa’s slow eating gradually became faster. He swallowed the second sandwich whole.

Jafar’s sense of taste will come alive, and digestive juices will leak out of his stomach. It will feel like his life, which had been at a standstill, is accelerating again.

“……delicious.”

Jaffa raised his head. He looked straight into Paolo’s face. He was a very ordinary and calm man.

“Cooking is one of my few talents. I have a delicate palate. I don’t particularly enjoy cooking, but I have to do it to make a living.”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“You can do it now, not later. The restaurant needs help right now. The Tajirun tribe also has a keen sense of taste, right? They must be good at seasoning. Seasoning is 50% of the food.”

“If Tajirun works, no customers will come.”

“You just have to work in the kitchen anyway. My daughter will do the transporting. I’ll also provide you with food and lodging, so just work for a couple of months and go.”

“You’re so kind. Strangely enough.”

Jaffa narrowed his pupils in suspicion, and Paolo shrugged his shoulders.

“Tajrun is smart. In a couple of months, he’ll figure out how to get around Border City, and he’ll be able to live independently even with a little money.”

My intuition sensed a strange foreignness.

I wanted to observe Paolo closely, but this is Jaffa’s memory. This means that it contains Jaffa’s subjective distortion.

The Paolo I see now is an extremely affectionate and kind man.

Jafar was unable to answer right away, as if he was in agony. He seemed to have become disillusioned with himself, who was desperately seeking survival, just because he had eaten food.

“… … I’ll be in your care for a little while.”

“Now that I’m the employer, I have to speak politely.”

“… … I will do it.”

“Okay, what’s your name?”

“’Japa’.”

“That’s a good name.”

Paolo smiled and offered to shake my hand. It must have been a touching scene.

But I didn’t feel any warmth here. No matter how twisted a person I am, it’s not like I don’t have this much sensitivity.

… … Something is strange.

* * *

“I’ve used other races as staff before, so the kitchen won’t be uncomfortable. The sink is also height-adjustable. I don’t think you’ll need any adjustments yet.”

Paolo showed us around the restaurant’s facilities.

Since then, Jappa has been living and working at Paolo’s restaurant.

‘Anguise Regina?’

Anguis Regina from her childhood also appeared in Jaffa’s memories. Her appearance was very different from now, after undergoing plastic surgery.

Paolo, with a hood on his head, called out to Anguish Regina, bringing out a plate of food.

“Elise, here’s the food. Hurry up.”

Anguis Regina’s name at this time is Elise Kwan.

Anguise Regina, a little over ten years old, served food at a restaurant in the evenings.

“Hey, here, um, the food is here.”

Anguish Regina stuttered and acted timidly. She even felt gloomy.

‘He’s a completely different person now.’

It was a gloomy atmosphere that was hard to believe for a girl who grew up under a loving father.

“I created it because I had leftover materials, Elise.”

Jafar spoke clumsily in human language. At the end of his work, he would make a snack and hand it to Anguish Regina.

“It would be more accurate to say that he created it rather than that he created it.”

“Oh, I see. I made it with leftover ingredients.”

Jafar spoke again, correcting his words.

Meanwhile, Anguis Regina snatched the snack away as if stealing it and distanced herself from Jafar.

“I’m sorry your daughter is so ill-mannered, Jaffa. I couldn’t pay much attention to her because she left me early.”

“great.”

“In times like this, it’s better to say, ‘It’s okay.’”

“it’s okay.”

Paolo looked over Jaffa from top to bottom as he cleaned up the kitchen.

Jafar flinched and avoided his gaze. He probably looked embarrassed, damn it.

“Japa, you’ve gained a lot of weight. It’s nice to see you.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s a growth spurt, so it’ll grow quickly. It seems like all the growth that’s been piling up is coming up all at once. Soon it’ll be an adult… … .”

Paolo muttered. He left the restaurant for a moment.

As it was just before closing time, Jaffa and Anguise Regina were the only ones left in the restaurant.

Ugh, ugh.

Anguis Regina approached Jaffa while eating a snack.

“Would you like me to make more?”

At Jafar’s words, Angus Regina glanced around and shook her head.

“Our, food, restaurant. All, the staff, will be gone in two months, three months at most.”

“Okay, okay, what was it, ah, it’s independence.”

“No. Ja, Jafar is kind. Go, I’ll teach you. Oh, keep it a secret from Dad.”

With those words, Angus Regina distanced herself again.

Jafar tilted his head. Even he, who had overcome hardships and adversity, was still unaware of the stench of the bottom of the world.

Humans, or rather, intelligent beings, can be more disgusting than we think.

‘Sickness… … ‘

I noticed this here.

I think I understand why Jafar goes into such lengthy detail about his past that it seems unnecessary.

From the first time we met, Paolo Quan was strange.

‘Even I had a hard time discerning the gender of the Tajirun race. It was extremely difficult for human eyes.’

Paolo also immediately realized that Japha was female and not an adult. This could be due to her s*xual orientation being Tajirun, but… … .

‘That’s not it.’

I have a strong imagination. If it were inter-racial s*xuality, I would be quite familiar with it, so I could say it was like that.

‘Sometimes, Paolo would watch Jappa closely.’

Those eyes… …were the gaze of a chef looking at a piece of meat.

Paolo must have felt uneasy about Japha’s rapid growth. In most species, the younger the female, the more… …a delicacy.

‘Anguis Regina is a woman with a strange intuition. Even though she doesn’t know the exact circumstances, she must have guessed that the employees had been in trouble.’

Angus Regina, seeing Jafar’s kind attitude, gave a warning.

But Japha was not quick to interpret the message.

Paolo’s execution was quick. He was on the move before two months were up.

It was a day when Jafar went to sleep in a room in the corner of the restaurant like he usually did.

Swish.

A low movement shook Jafar’s consciousness. Tajirun’s senses were sensitive. As if he knew that, the sound was very low.

Thud!

Paolo attacked Jaffa.

Jafar also seemed to think it had some kind of s*xual connotation at first. He blurted out, telling her not to rush.

But Jafar soon realized that something was strange.

Clank, clank.

Before he knew it, Jafar was unable to move because of the handcuffs and leg cuffs.

“You’ve done this many times. When you’re embarrassed, how do you smile?”

Jafar spoke half naked. It’s fortunate that I’m in Jafar’s sight right now. I don’t really want to see Tajrun’s naked body.

“You’re not as flustered as I thought. I guess it’s because you’ve been through a lot.”

Paolo activated the terminal and checked the schedule. Words like “Tajirun,” “female,” “meat,” and “shipping” flashed through his mind.

“Paolo, right now, ho, hoyoyoyo… … .”

Jappa also then realized Paolo’s purpose and became agitated. He quickly flicked his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Jafar. But I extended your life, which was already going to end anyway, so don’t blame me too much. I’m not a hopeless person, so I’ll explain the situation. I have my own research that I want to do. However, research always requires money.”

“Are you slaughtering… the same person?”

“We have never slaughtered another human being. We are clearly different species, so can we call ourselves the same people? I don’t think so.”

Paolo maintained a calm smile.

“This is the first time I’ve heard that Tajirun meat is delicious.”

Jafar spoke with difficulty, trying to buy time.

“There are many people in the world who crave rare and exotic delicacies. The corrupt rich who want to eat Tajirun meat will pay any amount of money. Whether it is delicious or not. If it is a young female, it will cost even more.”

Jaffa asked more questions, but Paolo did not answer.

Paolo began to film skillfully, then took out the butcher knives one by one and laid them out.

Jafar is alive and well in the future. He somehow managed to get out of a desperate situation.

“Money, if you need money… … I, it would be to your, your advantage to keep me alive.”

Jafar said with difficulty.

Paolo reacted to the word money. He smiled and picked up the knife and the whetstone.

“Convince me before I finish sharpening my sword.”

Paolo said, scraping the blade back and forth across the polishing rod.

Kang, Kang.

The sound is creepy.