Our family is in decline

"not afraid!"

Ryan was still tough, but looking at his strong look made Lance want to laugh. Fortunately, Lance didn't expose a child's "dignity", but looked at the others to ask.

"what about you?"

"Afraid, afraid of getting hurt, and even more afraid of death. I even thought about running away when I saw the man rushing over." Joan of Arc was an honest and upright child, and she would not lie to the lord.

When Lance heard this, he looked at the students who didn't speak much, and probably saw their attitude, and then nodded.

"That's right, this is how it feels to kill people. This proves that we are normal people and not those cultists with bad brains.

Do you think the soldiers in the army are not afraid? It’s a lie to say you’re not afraid. Don’t tell them, I’m afraid too. I’ll feel sick when I kill someone, but there are some things we have to do even if we’re afraid, even if it’s disgusting.

We protect Hamlet, just like you protect the school. We are afraid so that more people don’t have to be afraid. We are disgusted so that more people don’t have to be disgusted. "

"Kids, remember." Lance looked at them and said solemnly, "Respect life and don't hurt others at will, but don't give up fighting. Don't hesitate when you need to take action."

Children of this age are at the critical stage of adulthood, and they need correct guidance to tell them what they should do and what they should not do.

This is not a problem that can be relaxed and ignored, but very few people are aware of this problem.

Most of their parents are farmers who work in the fields. They don't even know the words, so why would they care about this?

There are even many students here who are orphans and don’t even have parents. Who will teach them?

Psychological counseling is needed, otherwise these people who dare to stand up will suffer from mental illness because of today's events.

But now Lance has set a standard for them and given them a high-level reason for their behavior, which can alleviate their guilt.

But it seemed a bit too much. Lance looked at these children with increasingly excited eyes, as if he wanted to kill a few more cultists to prove their loyalty.

Are you a little... too extreme?

Lance didn't stop for a moment. After coming out of school, he went to meet William and other sheriffs. After learning about Tardif's courageous act of justice, he didn't waste any words, just two words - more money.

When the heavy bag of money fell on his hands, Tardif knew that he could not do without Hamlet.

If you want to increase money, you will increase money, and it is all generous. Where can you find such an employer?

"It makes sense for you to give me money to do things for you."

"There are still many opportunities for cooperation." Lance agreed with a smile.

However, Lance did not stop, but continued to wander around the town of Hamlet, using his prestige to minimize the negative impact and resume production and life as soon as possible.

The makeshift hospital in the town treated people injured in the chaos, a large part of whom were militiamen who transferred to other positions on the spot.

Although they have received certain training, they are still very dangerous when facing those crazy cultists.

At the same time, the cultists who broke into the town also caused some casualties to unarmed ordinary people, and the statistics are still being compiled.

Lance had already been here when he first came back and dealt with some seriously injured people.

But this time he came here to find someone.

Lance and Paracelsus were walking towards the sanatorium.

"I brought you research materials on the mountain barbarians this time, but why do you look a little unhappy?"

Upon hearing this, Paracelsus raised his expressionless face to face Lance, revealing eyes with dark circles and dull eyes.

The whole person gives people a feeling of mourning.

Tired...she was really tired.

In the past, I had tried every means, even going to the outer city to steal corpses in order to obtain research materials.

But since I came here, I haven't been short of it, and I even can't cope with it.

Yesterday, a group of pigs came in and needed autopsy records. She stayed up until early in the morning and couldn't finish processing them. Not long after she lay down, something happened again. She immediately got up to fight against the cultists and treat the injured.

Fortunately, Lance came back to take action and freed her temporarily.

At this time, you tell her that another batch of materials has arrived...

Can she be unhappy?

Of course I’m happy, I’m so happy!

"You must be tired~ That's why I let you have a good rest. Hamlet has never been short of material." Of course, Lance knew what was going on with her, so he joked with a smile, "Staying up late not only causes dark circles under the eyes, but also makes the skin rough and dark yellow. Hair loss…”

While chanting, Lance activated [Blessing], injecting rich vitality into her overworked body, and [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction] dealt with some minor problems in her body, freeing her body from fatigue.

Paracelsus still couldn't tell that this was Lance teasing her, so she raised her hand to hold her round glasses to cover up her embarrassment, but then the sudden strangeness in her body made her let out a yelp.

"Ah~"

Fortunately, the electric shock-like feeling subsided instantly, and she felt a lightness in her body just as she breathed, as if she had been reborn.

Paracelsus felt the changes in his body with some surprise.

"This is Hamlet." Lance smiled and patted her shoulder, "Work hard, the good days are yet to come."

If you want your horse to run, you have to give it good food.

Paracelsus couldn't just collapse from exhaustion. Lance was still waiting for her to do research, so it was necessary to strengthen her physique.

Back in the sanatorium, Lance briefly looked through the unfinished autopsy reports on the Pig Man. The things on them were indeed quite interesting.

The ancestor is indeed a genius in some aspects, but it is a pity that he used it in the wrong place.

Leaving behind a few relatively well-preserved barbarian corpses, Lance left here.

When I got home and sat down, the fatigue came to my mind, and I slumped down on the chair, not at all as relaxed and casual as I showed outside.

As if sensing Lance's fatigue, Wangcai's figure emerged from the air. It seemed to be more and more adapted to the purely spiritual structure of the body, as if it could escape to the other side of the world at will and shuttle between reality and illusion.

Lance was not polite at all and leaned directly on Wangcai, just like they used to camp in the wilderness.

Instead of the heat and smell of hair, it was as soft as cotton candy. Half of Lance's body sank into it, as if he was leaning against a cloud.

"Tell me, kid, what did you do when you went out? Why did you get so bad? If I had come a little later..."

Lance closed his eyes and muttered some incoherent words, but soon the sound disappeared and he fell into sleep.

Just came back from the den and planned to lie down and die for a few days, but suddenly a big event occurred [Invasion of the Wolf Warriors]. After the Wolf Warriors attacked the Knights of Bastia, the cultists also took advantage of the chaos to attack various parts of Hamlet, forcing them to He had to run back and forth to stabilize the situation that had just improved.

He is also a human being, and he will also get tired...

Wangcai looked at the man leaning on him, but he also had a lot of insights. He didn't need to sleep now and had no idea of ​​being tired, but he still leaned against him and recalled the familiar feeling.

Susan took the breakfast she had prepared early and was about to serve it when she saw the lord sleeping like this, and felt a little distressed for a moment.

Others didn't know, but she, who had frequent contact with the lord, knew exactly what he paid for Hamlet.

He didn't make too many moves, but walked out with a gentle step.

After working hard for a long time, Master Lan still couldn't have breakfast...

Lance stood up and stretched, releasing the tension from his body.

This nap was very comfortable, and Lance didn't expect that he, a lord, would actually get to the point where even taking a nap was a luxury.

It’s all his damn ancestor’s fault.

It's not that the old man doesn't work hard, otherwise he, the heir, would only have to eat, drink, have fun and enjoy the decadent aristocratic life.

Lance was quite relaxed at first, but when he thought about this, he immediately became determined again to defeat his ancestor.

Damn it, you opened a bank party, lost all your property, faked your death and ran away, and you want me to come back to clean up the mess?

Don't let me catch you, you must be tortured severely!

There was obviously a hint of anger on Lance's face, but it dissipated when he saw Susan.

People must distinguish between reality and illusion, and they must also distinguish between objects.

He would not vent his emotions on others, let alone those close to him.

Susan seemed to have been waiting outside. When Lance finally woke up, she came up with the breakfast she had prepared long ago with a distressed look on her face. It should be afternoon tea now.

"Sir, the woman named Amanda came to see you, but I stopped her and waited outside for a long time."

Lance knew that she was afraid of waking him up, so he smiled and waved his hand, "Let her come in. After all, everyone who comes is a guest. Don't let her wait too long."

Susan was a little surprised that the lord's attitude seemed to be much better, but she nodded and exited the room without asking any more questions.

Soon Lance heard the sound of tapping footsteps, a long wheat-colored leg wrapped in high-top leather boots stepped into the door, and then Amanda walked in "tremblingly".

Lance looked at her, and it had to be said that the visual impact was great, and he couldn't help but smile and nod.

"I can see your contribution to Hamlet, and it's a big one!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to grab it.

"I didn't do anything. It's all your fault, sir. Who can believe that such a powerful monster fell into your hands? Those well-equipped knights were also defeated by you."

Amanda's face is already charming, but when a smile appears on her face, it becomes even more seductive. Moreover, she is not bad at talking, and it is hard not to make people feel comfortable when she starts to compliment her. No wonder Tamara Before leaving, she warned Lance of her "danger" with a worried look on her face.

But in response to her gesture, Lance just smiled and raised his hand.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

When he spoke this sentence, it was actually a bit raw, with a sense of wanting to repay the favor as soon as possible, which was not at all like his previous methods of winning people's hearts.

Moreover, his attention was more on the white bread in front of him, and the way he ate while eating gave people a sense of not paying much attention to it.

It wasn't Greendale's reminder that made him repent, or Tamara's warning before leaving, but that Lance had always been resentful of Amanda's Roma identity.

Regardless of whether it was a stereotype or racial discrimination, several Roma people he came into contact with gave him a look that he could not trust, even Tamara was no exception.

So since it's a transaction, let's talk about facts, not friendship.

Amanda noticed his attitude, the smile on her face became stiff, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart.

How come you can trust people like Tamara but not me?

After all, it still helped him a lot. Lance wouldn't do anything to get rid of the situation, so he just let the matter go.

"I would like to advise you that you Roma people have gone too far. It is not that you are not allowed to survive, but you must remember that some things are just enough."

When Amanda heard this, her charming face couldn't help but wrinkle up and she couldn't help but ask a question.

“Tamara is also Roma, why can Tamara be the only one?”

"Tamara is different, I have an agreement with her." As if he guessed her reaction, Lance said it slowly, not forgetting to emphasize: "And she loves Hamlet."

Amanda just felt like she heard some joke. Doesn’t she know who that guy Tamara is?

How could such a selfish person love a place? It was just a transaction between two people.

"I can talk too, I can love Hamlet too."

"What is your status in the organization? She is the next generation of astrologer, a destined legend in the future."

"My talent is no worse than hers. I can also become a legend." Amanda was a little angry. She can do it, so why can't she?

"Let's talk about it after you become a legend." Lance glanced at her lightly, his expression calm.

Amanda couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this. It sounds simple, but in fact, resources are needed to transform talent into strength.

Tamara was more talented than him, but she soon couldn't beat herself after leaving the organization. The fundamental reason was resource issues.

But now it's the other way around. Tamara went back to the organization and received resources to focus on training.

And what about her?

There is still some theory that it is because the Roma people in the northeastern part of the empire are evacuating here, and the deal negotiated by the elders has not yet been completed.

These people will take a boat from Hamlet to Totnes, and then transfer to places in the world where there is no war and the situation is stable.

Amanda knew very well that once the Roma people in the empire evacuated, she would be the bare commander, and even the contact organization would need the secrets and props left by the elders.

It can be said that the organization is not optimistic about the empire at all, and it does not even plan to put resources here to rebuild the psychic system until the war is over and the situation is stable.

But no one knew how long it would take for the war to end. Anyway, she saw that neither side had an absolute advantage, so it was normal for the war to last for more than ten or twenty years.

Then she, the person in charge, is equivalent to being trapped here to death, and the organization exiled her in order to please Tamara.

This is the core of Amanda's eagerness to hold Lance's thigh. It is difficult for her to obtain resources for growth from the organization. If she wants to avoid being liquidated by Tamara, she needs to find another backer.

The storyline of "Wolf Warriors" is now over, and it will ease the tension.