There is no threat at all on Philon's metal mask.

"They are all sacrificed for the majority [minority]. Even if for some reason the demi-humans above will never know their contribution, I will always remember it." Philon touched the hair of the child in his arms,

"Pochi... I want to be a painter in the future. I like steak the most and hate peas the most."

"Ho..."

"Rick, if you want to be an official in my city in the future, you will have to help me handle a lot of documents."

"Woo..."

"Teresa, in the future I want to help demi-humans design good-looking clothes, so that demi-humans of all races can wear good-looking clothes."

"laugh."

As the names were read out one by one, the terrifying, unconscious murmurs and roars of the children around him came and went amidst Philon's quiet voice, which was as quiet as a lullaby.

"Even if I lose my soul, I will always accompany them until they grow old and can no longer move... Their efforts are worth it, just like the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country that Saint-Nali remembers every year, they also

There is no difference in dedicating oneself for the benefit of the majority."

Fisher just wanted to speak, but he found that his trouser leg was being bitten by someone. He looked down and saw a girl with wolf ears unconsciously biting the muscles of his trouser leg and her clothes.

Still wearing the same dark green dress as the last time we met that day.

That's Qiqi.

"Oh...ah...oh..."

Fisher couldn't help but lowered his head and took her head away, only to see her gray and cold little face constantly overflowing with blue blood, her eyeballs protruding aimlessly, and the blue blood left along the corners of her eyes.

She didn't know whether it was tears or something else, but even though she was caught by Fisher, she still kept biting her in a dull manner.

Fisher's expression remained unchanged until he caught a glimpse of the half-stained envelope stained with blue blood exposed from the pocket of her dress. On the small envelope, Fisher's signature cursive script read,

"Fisher Benavidez"

"Mr. Fisher, can I write to you when you return to Narli?"

Fisher's expression was gloomy, and he silently held Qiqi in his arms. When she began to bite Fisher's shoulders and neck aimlessly, Fisher suddenly clasped her neck with both hands, holding the fragile

The lifeline is broken.

Her soul has been taken away, and only their empty bodies are left here.

"As expected, Philon..."

Fisher stood up again with his cane. He looked at Philon in the distance who also put down the child and stood up. The expression on his face was as cold as an ice cave.
Chapter completed!