After Karp left, Little Sith got the equivalent of 30 million Bailey from his father, and it was such a part of the money, and Little Sith also casually threw it into the corner of his room, and never paid attention to it again, but for no reason pulled out a book from the bookshelf that he had never moved, turned the first page, and read it quietly.

Sith wasn't stupid, he just didn't want to be smart, because in his eyes, his mother's words had always been a wise saying.

"Little Sith, sometimes, people don't be too smart, like your father, it's also very good to be stupid like that, after all, that guy is usually crazy, so no one cares about his existence, so he is happy and quiet, so, little Sith, sometimes don't be too smart."

But for the first time, Sith began to wonder if what his mother was saying was what he understood.

His father doesn't seem to be as stupid as he imagined, but it's just because his dad is a guy who uses his hands before his brain a lot of the time, so he doesn't act very smart a lot of the time.

"Daddy is smart."

Such thoughts echoed in the little Sith's head.

Although this idea is a little ironic, but, for some reason, Xiao Sith feels that there is nothing wrong with his thoughts, and his father may be really smart, but as his son, he has never found the wisdom under his usual madness, the kind of dullness that appears after looking down on everything.

Sith stretched out his hand, flipped through the book in front of him, and suddenly his father's usual giggle that made people want to punch him popped up in his head, Sith rolled his eyes, well, his imagination was too much, that idiot would definitely not think so much, he did it all because he wanted to do it.

"Mom, you want me to learn the happy lifestyle of my father, but how can I be happy, after my brother left the navy, and you left our family forever, how can I be happy, if I don't kill all those pirates."

At this time, Xiao Sith's body exuded a rich killing intent to the extreme, although this murderous aura was not stained with any blood, nor did he experience any baptism of human life, but it was such a killing intent that was pure enough, and the absolute despair of the evil aura made this thirteen-year-old imp like a monster that had never appeared in this world quietly curled up in a corner of the world, watching the stupid lives in the world with his own hateful eyes, waiting for his own growth, growing to the point of turning the whole world upside down.

And in the next moment, that kind of evil qi was restrained by Xiao Sisi, and the convergence of such evil qi even Xiao Sith didn't know how to do it, but the kind of evil qi on Xiao Sisi's body now seems to be indeed gone, but even if it is gone, there is a solemn aura in this room.

However, in the midst of this atmosphere, the little Sith sat down in his chair and quietly looked at the books in front of him.

Those books are all things copied by some specialized personnel, and the things in them have a considerable amount of knowledge about the world, so after these books were copied, they were partially taken by Little Sith's mother and put them in Little Sith's room, hoping to let Little Sith read more books, at least not like his father to become a guy who can write articles, but he is absolutely not a brain.

Little Sith quietly looked at the book in front of him.

And in his heart, the man who had disciplined the little Sith just now threw away the long stick in his hand at will, leaned against the inner wall of the heart that seemed to be still trembling, quietly feeling this body that was growing all the time, and a hideous and happy smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, yes, that's it, grow up, the perfect body that our two brothers have created together, no, it should be said that the bloodline of your father and mother that you inherited has made this body stronger, then, the younger brother who has enough talent, grow up early, and serve the boring brothers in this world to fight one battle after another, although this battle is likely to be a massacre, but it is better than you being dull all the time."

"Of course, the peace in your heart will be guarded by the old man and I will help you, longing, despair, loneliness, although such emotions exist in the eyes of us monsters, but, many times, we will find that we are used to loneliness, after becoming a life recognized by the people around us, we are a little uncomfortable with our existence, at that time we will add some shackles to ourselves."

"But those shackles will make us never free for the rest of our lives."

"Then, having lived all my life as the most unfree person, I sincerely wish my brother to live a little freer, even in the navy, to live for his own will, for his own justice."