Are you sure?

The familiar voice brought little Lisopp's thoughts back to earlier, when he was also questioned like this, and at that time he also saw compassion in the face of the voice owner.

At that time, he did not understand the origin of this compassion.

Now he ......

Got it.

His fate was determined at that time.

And the master who saw his fate was in ...... Try to stop him!

That's right!

The merciful master was holding him back.

But he didn't listen!

He regretted it!

Little Lithop cried.

Crying under regret!

Self-healing after a crash!

"Cry, cry - tell me what you want to choose."

In a gentle voice, Arthur sat down cross-legged beside the restrained little Lithop, so that little Lithop could lay on his knees and cry loudly.

In the midst of his crying, Arthur's palm gently rubbed the top of little Lisopp's head and back.

[Bluffing] flickered to the extreme at this moment.

Like a light in the darkness, the cellar was lit up.

At least after the breakdown, little Lisopp, who was mentally in a state of extreme state, seemed to be like that.

At first he was lying on Arthur's knee.

Later he prostrated himself in front of Arthur.

Arthur's expression was always gentle, and his eyes were full of compassion.

After three or four minutes, the crying subsided.

Little Lithop looked up at Arthur in front of him.

"Master, what should I do?"

Little Lithop asked respectfully.

"Everything needs to be up to you.

If you choose death, I will guide your soul into the land of the dead.

If you choose to live, I will get through it with you. ”

Arthur looked down at little Lithop, and the smile on his lips softened.

Such a smile seemed to contain infinite power, which made little Lithop feel it at this moment...... Patron.

He has a backer.

He is not alone.

He has people to talk to.

He has people who can seek refuge.

How could a dead heart choose death after having this?

"I want to live, Master!"

Little Lithop said.

However, at the moment of the words, there was confusion in the eyes of little Lithop - he had to face his father in life...... No, it's Lisopp.

Lisop was about to return with the 'Executioner'.

He needs to face them.

How should he face them?

As he thought about it, a burst of pain burst out from the depths of his brain, and little Lithop fell to the ground screaming with an 'ah' in his mouth.

Hurt!

It hurts like no other!

But the next moment, it didn't hurt.

Because, the warm palm was placed on top of his head again.

Little Lithop subconsciously looked up.

In a trance, the young man seemed to see a figure sitting on the throne of the clouds, looking down on all beings with compassion.

Unconsciously, little Lithop fell to his knees again neatly—

"Master!"

Arthur looked at little Lithop and knew that the young man was probably half-insane.

Overnight, not only did his father become an enemy, but he also killed his own father.

Anyone would have a nervous breakdown.

And out of the instinct of self-preservation, in order to survive, little Lisopp, who had a nervous breakdown, needed a spiritual sustenance.

And his appearance has become such a spiritual sustenance.

Arthur guessed this.

But what Arthur didn't guess was that Lithop was so crazy and perverted.

Arthur, who had watched everything, was sure that Lisop was one of those extremists.

With the status of a nobleman, the other party can easily solve his housekeeper, but in order to take revenge more freely, he can choose to endure for twenty years.

This kind of mind is really terrifying.

Such a twist makes the hairs on the back stand on end.

So......

Lisop must die!

Thinking to himself, Arthur plucked out a hair.

“Ka！”

In the clear picture, the hair seemed to come to life, and all the shackles on little Lithop's body were opened, but Arthur didn't take it off, and even the rag was handed to little Lithop again—and in his ears, there were already footsteps.

One belongs to Lisopp.

The other should belong to the other party's son.

"I support you in any choice!"

Arthur finished softly, and the whole person was hidden in the shadows.

The next moment, little Lithop also heard the deliberate sound of footsteps.

Lisop was going to torture him.

It's to keep him in fear all the time.

Before, he would be afraid.

But not anymore.

Before, he would be in pain.

Now, too, there's a hint of pain......

Isn't that right? Why should I be in pain?

I shouldn't be in pain, I still have a master!

The Master supported me like a real family member!

The spirit of collapse was reborn from the ashes, soaked in deceitful words, distorted and blindly obedient, but without pain, the warmth of a loving father nourished the heart and soul of little Lisope.

Little Lithop was no longer him.

No!

He's still him.

He just saw something clearly.

He just learned who should be cared about.

So, he's still little Lithop.

Loud footsteps are getting closer.

Little Lithop grew calmer and calmer.

The damp and icy cellar, with its foul stench, became bright, warm, and fragrant in little Lithop's eyes, because—

The Master is with him!

Lisop walked into the cellar with his son and walked up to little Lisopp.

The lord looked kindly at his excited, overwhelmed son, and began to give guidance—

"Terr, do you see him?

That's him!

It's this guy who forced me to hide in that kind of life that is inferior to pigs and dogs!

Now, grab your dagger and start with his hands and feet, smashing him bit by bit! ”

Tel, the son of the old butler.

Only a few months younger than little Lithorp.

The young man who would respectfully shout 'Young Master' in the past, at this time, his eyes were full of greed and hideousness, and he approached little Lisop step by step.

Ter is still living in a dream.

He turned out to be the master...... No, the father's biological son.

His father told him that he had to choose this strategy to avoid danger.

He wondered about this.

However, he wants to inherit Nanzhen.

He wants to have everything Southtown has to offer.

So, here he comes.

So, he drew his sword at little Lithop.

So, his sword was snatched back by little Lithop.

Tel was also taught by the sword teacher with little Lithop, but only incidentally, the sword teacher paid more attention to little Lithop.

In terms of swordsmanship, Tel is more than a level behind Little Lithop.

And, looking at little Lithop, who was bound by chains, Tel didn't care at all.

By the time the lord's son reacted, the dagger was already around his neck.

This scene happened between the electric light and flint.

It was completely unexpected.

When the lord tried to rescue him, little Lithop had already retreated to the wall with Ter, and the short sword around Ter's neck had cut a bloody mark on the neck of the lord's son.

"Calm down! Let's talk! ”

Seeing her own son injured, Lisop was shocked.

Little Lithop laughed.

"Talk?

All right! ”

With these words, the short sword in Little Lithop's hand was pulled inward with all his might.

Burst!

(End of chapter)

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