Walking down the street, the two little girls followed closely behind Fang Zheng without saying a word, looking as frightened and uneasy as two kittens abandoned by their mother.
"Hmm... Anyway, the first thing to do is get you some new clothes."
Looking at the two girls in their ragged garments, Fang Zheng frowned. Those could hardly be called clothes; strictly speaking, they were little more than scraps of cloth. And...
"Does it hurt?"
Seeing the two girls walking barefoot on the ground, Fang Zheng could not help asking. Upon hearing his question, the little raccoon and little white tiger froze, then hurriedly shook their heads hard.
"N-No, it doesn't hurt!"
Although their expressions were resolute, one look at the cuts on their feet from the stones was enough to reveal the truth.
This made Fang Zheng think of the Cursed Children again. Those children had been the same—rather than burden others, they would rather suffer in silence.
They were still just children, after all.
With that thought, Fang Zheng walked over to them and picked them both up, one in each arm.
"Ah!"
"Huh?"
The two girls were startled by the sudden move, but Fang Zheng said nothing more. He merely glanced at them.
"Hold on tight. Don't fall."
Then he carried them onward.
A man walking down the street with two demi-human children in his arms naturally drew plenty of attention. Quite a few people cast puzzled and disgusted looks at Fang Zheng. However, Fang Zheng could not care less about what those people thought. He had seen this sort of thing plenty of times when he had first crossed over into the Pitch-Black World.
Before long, Fang Zheng carried the two girls to an adventurer's equipment shop and pushed open the door.
"Welcome... Oh, isn't this the