"Calais, you say, is it really natural to determine human achievement?" Davina's words also asked Amy's heart.

As the two who have been chasing behind Georgina, they work extremely hard every day, but they can't catch up with the former's feelings, which is uncomfortable and desperate.

They are not willing to be chasers for the rest of their lives.

Calais really has no way to answer this question, only silence.

Seeing that even Calais stopped talking, Davina also laughed at herself and did not continue the topic.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

Eventually, Calais spoke.

"People's achievements are not determined by talent alone, there will be many things, and everyone will have their own path."

"Okay, I'm tired of hearing these words for a long time, and with the same effort, the difference in talent will be reflected." Davina was very pessimistic and retorted mockingly.

"But if you admit the difference in talent here, you're already a loser." Suddenly, Calais's words, Davina was stunned for a moment.

"Only if you don't admit defeat, will there be pursuit, and if you compromise, you can only follow others for the rest of your life." Calais's words suddenly became philosophical, but there was some truth in his own thoughts.

Without further ado, Calais left the infirmary, leaving the silent trio behind.

Calais returned to the field and watched all the subsequent challenges, and as an assistant coach, he still has this obligation.

However, Georgina is the ceiling of the first year of the martial arts department, and there are no outstanding performers behind the department, and the order of the martial arts department from beginning to end has caused the subsequent games to look boring in the eyes of the audience.

By the end of the last challenge, it was late at night, there were not many people left on the field, and the bigwigs in the box had long since left, leaving only some investigative groups and media reporters to hold on.

On the first day of the challenge, most of the people chose to make a move, which can be regarded as giving everyone a general understanding of the first year of the entire martial arts department, and many power organizations have completed the search and are preparing to contact those outstanding students.

Bidding farewell to the teachers, Calais left the venue with Bertha to prepare for dinner.

"What do you eat at night?" Calais asked casually.

"I will eat whatever Calais eats." Bertha replied obediently, with a sweet smile on her face, obviously having a good day.

But Calais did not speak, he sensed that someone was secretly following them.

The technique of following is very clumsy, just like an ordinary person carefully following behind, and there is no professionalism at all.

Stopping at a gloomy corner, Calais waited for the guy to arrive.

Soon, a petite figure appeared in the light of the light, and quietly turned the corner, but what she saw was Calais looking at her.

"Ahh The petite figure let out an exclamation and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"It's her!" Calais recognized it, this guy is the white-haired girl who was robbed of her finger bones, but she didn't expect that now she actually followed her all the way.

Being able to follow here, Calais guessed that the girl probably knew that Calais was the one who snatched her finger bones.

"What's the matter?" Calais's tone turned cold, trying to scare the white-haired girl.

The girl was wearing a dress, which was not much different from the style she had seen before, and there was a little trepidation and uneasiness on her porcelain doll-like face, obviously very afraid of Calais.

"You, you, you give me back the things." There was a tremor in her words, and even when she faced Calais alone, the girl summoned up her courage and overcame her fear, and begged Calais for what he had snatched from her.

Looking at this unworldly girl, Calais was also amused, revealing a smile that was enough to frighten people to death, and in the eyes of the other party, it was completely a demonic smile.

"I can't give you things, it's of great use to me." Looking at the upright girl, Calais rejected her directly, but his mind was thinking quickly about how to solve this guy with excellent spiritual sense.

Kill her? With Cherie's experience, Calais prefers to do it directly, and it is easy for him to get rid of this girl without knowing it.

As if seeing Calais's thoughts, Bersa on the side pulled the corner of Lacharé's coat and objected.

"If you don't give it back to me, I'll call the police." When the white-haired girl heard Calais answer, she was even more frightened, remembering that her parents had taught her that she should call the police if there was anything to threaten Calais.

Completely unconcerned about the girl's childish threat, Calais was having a big head.

Walking up to the girl, Calais stretched out his hand, patted her on the shoulder gently, and said, "In this way, I can help you with one thing if I can, and it will be an exchange of finger bones." ”

Calais found that there was no good solution, so he had no choice but to do so.

But the girl ignored it completely, still shouting to call the police.

"I don't want you to help me with anything, if you don't return the stolen things to me, I'll call the police." The white-haired girl gradually overcame her fears and made solemn representations with Calais.

Suddenly, Calais struck out, grabbed the white-haired girl by the neck, and pinned her against the wall.

The girl only felt a strong force coming from her neck, and her breathing became very difficult, her face turned red, and her head was a little dizzy.

"If you don't stop it, I'll kill you." Words that terrified from the bottom of his heart spat out of Calais's mouth, breaking up the courage that the girl had so hard to gather.

"Woo." The girl was choked by the neck, her face flushed, and she could hardly speak, and a pair of small hands slapped Calais's arms indiscriminately, struggling with all her might.

"Calais." Seeing this scene, Bertha couldn't bear it and pulled the corner of Calais's clothes.

"Ahem." The girl was put down by Calais, clutching her neck and coughing violently, unable to speak for a short time.

"Don't get an inch, if you can't decide, I'll help you decide." Calais's words lingered in the white-haired girl's mind.

"Bad guys!" The girl was terrified, and her voice trembled violently, and she could barely distinguish even the words she spoke.

Bertha hurriedly ran over to comfort the white-haired girl.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Calais won't kill you." Bertha's gentle words gradually calmed down the trembling body of the white-haired girl.

"Let's go eat first." Bertha gave Calais a pleading look.

Calais said no more, turned away, and Bertha helped the girl to follow Calais's footsteps.

"My name is Bertha, what's your name?" Bersarou Maiden.

"Nissa." The girl replied timidly.

Along the way, Bertha constantly comforted Nissa and learned the reason for the incident from her mouth.

Nissa still looked at Calais with fear in her eyes, and she didn't even dare to look at Calais's back.

In this matter, no matter what Bertha thinks, it is Calais's fault, but she can't blame Calais, Calais gave her everything, and it is because of Calais that she can have today's new life.

This dinner was very depressing, Bertha's heart was very messy, and Nissa was afraid, the two basically didn't eat much, only Calais was eating frantically.

Calais didn't say anything, no matter what Nissa said, Calais didn't have any rebuttal, nor did he explain anything to Bertha, as if he was acquiescing to everything.

The cruelty of society is something they will have to face sooner or later, unlike Nissa, who is full of fairy tales and fantasies, Bertha lives in a slum and should know this.

In the past, Calais never reasoned with people, and always solved it with his fists, which is the way to survive in the universe, and he decided his actions according to his own judgment, ruthless and decisive, without mercy.

But now that he has returned to normal society, he also feels that he has softened a little bit about it, and he thinks that if he is allowed to be assimilated by such a gentle society, he will one day die on the battlefield.

And the cruelty of reality, today Calais is what is to teach Bertha.

A stable life will make you forget the blood that you have walked on the edge of life and death, and the blood that you have licked from the knife.

Perhaps understanding Calais's reasoning and intentions, Bertha finally chose to side with Calais and persuaded Nissa.

There was no choice, and Nissa ended up choosing the terms of the deal proposed by Calais rather than dying.

"Is it really possible to achieve anything?" Nissa asked Calais a little timidly, Calais had long been labeled a bad guy by her, and had an instinctive fear of the person who had snatched his things.

"No, I can do it." Calais's faint answer made Nissa think thoughtfully.

Although there is no return to the phalanx, if Calais can grant her wish, it will not be an attempt?

As if having made up her mind, Nissa spoke her deepest wish.

"I want my parents to be with me all the time." This is Nissa's longing, and it is also the attachment and longing for her parents.

Calais was a little surprised by this wish, he didn't expect Nissa to make such a request, but he couldn't.

For Calais, a problem that can be solved by force is not a problem, and this kind of thing that cannot be solved by force, he cannot do it.

"Nope."

"Liar, don't you say you can do anything?" Nissa was in a hurry, forgetting her fears, and scolded Calais for being a liar.

"If you want them to have their limbs broken and tied to you by me." Calais glanced at Nissa, but his mouth was flat and bloody words came out.

Nissa froze, her face full of horror, but gradually turned to loss.

Wishes were disappointed.

"Let's get another one." Calais sighed to himself, he is not a god, he has no ability to help others with everything, and the girl's look makes him feel a little sympathetic to the thoughts of his parents.

Remembering the chill in the girl's body and what she had seen in the room, Calais could probably guess Nissa's condition.

"That brings me to them!"

(End of chapter)