Liz, thinking of her father, exclaimed excitedly.
�I hate war!�I hate those thieves who come to meet me!�
�Liz, what did your mother say?�When you have guests����.�
Liz ignored her mother and grabbed Lian�s wrist.
�Your brother is very strong, right?�Since I saved you, please get rid of the thieves who are harassing Mom.�
�When did you say you weren�t famous?�
�are you okay.�Those thieves aren�t famous either.�And I heard that there are some very strong knights even if they are not famous.�Is your uncle like that too?�Actually, is it really strong?�I�ve never seen anyone carry a sword as big as my brother�s.�
Liz�s eyes were sincere.
�Is that so����.�
Of course, it was goodwill and kindness, but there must have been a child�s eager expectation in saving the dying Lian.
But Ryan couldn�t help them.
One thing I learned for sure while wandering around the world.
The sword is killing, and killing is responsibility.
It is true that he received help, but whether he could handle the responsibility when he chose to kill was another matter.
�Because I can�t live here forever.�
�Don�t worry too much about it.�It�s because Liz doesn�t know the world yet.�and����It�s not all that bad.�
�Isn�t that all bad?�
Ryan was rather concerned about that remark.
Come to think of it, where did Sylvia get the anti-inflammatory medicine?
The value of medicine on the battlefield is bound to transcend imagination.
Also, having enough food to willingly give food to others didn�t match the dreary scenery I felt when I first came to the village.
�You bastard children����.�
Sensing a certain situation, Lian tightened her eyes and raised her head.
�I can�t believe those thieves told the lady����.�
�hey!�Sylvia!�
Just then, a drunken man shouted outside the door.
Liz, who had turned pale, hid behind her mother, and Sylvia also slowly stood up with her complexion darkened.
bang!
A man who kicked the door as if he was about to break it strides in.
He was tall, and his face was engraved with a scar running down his nose. JrNovels.com