"Yes, that's right. Second Uncle, after you left the city of Colleis, less than half a year later, her mother came. And—" Chirek replied after a moment's thought, with a look of some confusion.

"Half a year??, she didn't even ask—" Hearing Chirek's answer, Deklaas began to mumble to himself. Then he opened his mouth and asked, "By the way, you just said and??and what??"

"It's nothing, it's nothing!!it's just a little thing!!hehe... Hehe..."Chirek said casually as soon as he heard Deklaas's question. However, such perfunctory is very pale in the eyes of Deklaas.

Seeing that Deklaas's gaze was a little sharp, Chirek had no choice but to tell a lie.

"Mom brought a woman and a small child when she came here to see me. I said I want you to take care of it, just take care of it... I'll just put the two of them in your house, you won't be angry, will you??"

"That's it??It's not a big deal. It's just to help take care of it, Sister Yi's friend. What am I so angry about??" Hearing this answer, Deklaas smiled. In his mind, this matter is not a problem at all, and besides, Messna will be happy to do so.

However, Chirek and Kerton didn't think so, the two of them knew that when Deklaas came home and saw that woman, they would definitely tear down their current headquarters!

"Alright. If nothing happens, I'll go home first. The alchemy items needed in the gang can be picked up from me tomorrow. Oh!!That's right!!!This time I'll be at home for a long time, after all, it takes a lot of time to decipher that scroll!!" After a little more time, Deklaas got up and went home.

"That's... Second uncle, you really won't be angry, will you??You really won't tear down this headquarters of the two of us??" As Deklaas was about to walk out of the office, Chirek asked DeKras again.

"What did you think of me??" Deklaas waved his hand and left with a smile.

On the way home, Deklaas bought something to eat because there was an extra child in the house. On the way, he kept thinking about the meaning of Chirek's words. Why was he angry??Did he say that the woman knew her??Winnie??Fania??Mels??or the two daughters who had abandoned him??

There are not many women who have interacted with Deklaas, and there are only a few. No matter how most women say, they won't make him angry. But there are also a small number of women who will make him angry. Like Rita, Milena, Pamea, and her...

Soon, Deklaas was thinking about it and returned to the front of the house. However, he did not go in, because there was a little girl of six or seven years old, sitting in front of his house, crying quietly. That cute and distressing little face made Deklaas understand a lot.

Without any hesitation, he walked over and sat down beside the girl, gently wiping away tears from her face. Looking at the pale golden lion's eyes, which were a little reddened but full of surprise, Deklaas smiled slightly.

"Uncle, who are you??"

The girl's voice was sweet, just as sweet as his daughter had when she was a child. The sad voice, with surprise and bewilderment, made Deklaas gently hold him in his arms.

"Who are you, beautiful little girl?" Deklaas did not reply. He asked the little girl to sit on his lap first, and then asked rhetorically.

"My name is Lis, and I'm the daughter of the owner of this house. The little girl, who was held in the arms of a stranger, seemed a little frightened, but she could feel that Deklaas had no ill will towards him. So he pointed to Deklaas's house and said in a soft voice.

Hearing this answer, Deklaas paused slightly, then smiled again, and asked the lovely little girl, "How do you know that you are his daughter?

"My aunt said this is my mother's husband's house, isn't my father's husband? It's just—" Lisy answered Deklaas's question, and then began to burst into tears.

"What's wrong??"

"Dad, he doesn't want me and Mommy anymore. He was married to another woman. Now mom is talking to that bad woman and wants to stay. But I think Dad, he doesn't have me and Mom in his heart anymore..."

The conversation with little Liz made Deklaas's heart very confused. On the one hand, he really didn't want to keep Liz's mother, the woman who had run away from home and was missing. On the one hand, he didn't want little Liz to be sad, maybe it was because Little Lisi and Milina looked exactly the same when they were children, and he mistakenly thought that Little Liz was Milena... It's his daughter...

But it wasn't his daughter, no. Liz was the daughter of the woman and the others, not his.

Now he doesn't have any ideas, he's not a heartless person. Therefore, he is an undead spirit, and whether this child is sad or not has nothing to do with him. But the little face that was exactly the same as Milina made him feel distressed. So he was waiting, waiting for Messina's decision.

At that moment, the door of the Deklaas family opened, and two beautiful women walked out. One of them, trying to take Liz from Deklaas's arms, was a little scared.

"What is the result??" Deklaas didn't look at the two of them, just the road in front of the door, and asked quietly. He didn't want to make a choice, so he wanted to know the answer.

"Honey, for little Liz's sake, I... Let them stay—" Messena thought for a moment, then gave the answer. An answer that made Decraas restless.

Messena knew who Liz's mother was, and how she had done to Deklaas. If she is allowed to stay, Deklaas will be depressed for a long time to come. However, to drive them away, little Lisy is too pitiful. Eventually, under the pressure of compassion, Messena let the two of them stay...

"Is it really—" Deklaas walked slowly into the house with the child in his arms and the food he had bought, without looking at the woman who had been in pain for many, many years.

Does he no longer have me in his heart?

Liz's mother looked at Deklaas, who didn't even want to look at her, and was stunned. Then a bitter smile appeared on her face.

That's right, I tortured him for so long, and then suddenly left him, and now I still have a child back with him, ruining his life. It's normal for him to be angry, but why is my heart... How much will it hurt...