Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The infected gathered in Zaun and no longer worked for the benefit of others, they lived for themselves.

All I need to do is keep them safe and keep the peace.

Here, although the conditions are poor and resources are scarce, even getting a puff of hometown tobacco and a sip of hometown wine is quite a difficult thing.

But we can live with dignity.

We gather together and work hard for each other's tomorrow.

General, the last person who did this was the late emperor.

Under his leadership, Ursus became united as one, and we were invincible.

And now, Zaun is the new Ursus."

The Patriots have a resounding voice.

After looking at his old friend for a while, and then at his head soaked in liquid, Hellagur suddenly laughed.

"It seems that you found what you wanted to find."

"Same here, General. We found it all."

And just as the two old friends were happily reminiscing about the past.

Inside Casimir's Howling Arena, however, was a completely different scene.

Maria had completely lost the overwhelming momentum she had just now in the arena. She stood timidly in front of her aunt like a hollow stone man.

"Sister Zofia, I..."

Standing in front of Zofia, Maria was a little scared.

She didn't dare meet her aunt's scrutinizing gaze.

"Call me Aunt."

However, to her surprise, Sofia, who had always asked her not to call her aunt in public, did not intend to scold her today, but asked her to call her aunt directly.

The little girl was stunned.

"Don't bow your head. You don't need to bow your head, Lin Guang's child."

Her aunt's voice came again, and Maria straightened up when she heard it.

In front of me are my aunt and uncle.

The two people stood side by side in front of him. Although it was a bit difficult for his aunt to fit Warwick's shoulders given her height, this problem no longer existed after the data was digitized.

"Do you know where you went wrong this time?"

Sofia's face was grim.

Maria bit her lower lip.

"I shouldn't have given him a chance to fight back..."

Before she could finish, Sofia shouted.

"No! You don't understand yet!

It's your fault. It's your fault that you are not firm enough and not brave enough!

On the court, no matter what decision you make, whether it is right or wrong, don't question it, because no one can make a decision for you on the court!"

Looking at this dusty kid who had just come off the competitive arena, Sofia felt one part disappointed in him, and the other nine parts were heartache.

She has been raising the child by herself since she was ten years old. Although she did not give birth to the child, she raised him.

This mentality of being both a sister and a mother made her very conflicted. She was afraid of scolding the child and making him sad, and she was also afraid of putting the child at a disadvantage.

But reprimand is necessary.

Maria won this battle too easily and did not give the child the education he deserved.

Moreover, the strength she displayed would inevitably cause her to suffer more hardships.

The strength Maria had just displayed had already attracted the attention of those companies. She was sure that as soon as she and Maria left the arena tonight, they would receive business cards inviting them to join other knight orders.

And it is naturally impossible for Maria to join any knightly order.

So, she had to tell her children not to take it lightly.

Thinking of this, Zofia kicked the werewolf in the calf.

You said you were fine and just gave the kid the trump card, just a double pressure would be enough, but who would have thought that you would go straight to the royal flush.

How is this still playing?

The kick she gave stunned the werewolves.

Why are you kicking me? Am I being a hooligan by touching your butt?

But Zofia ignored his confusion and continued to lecture him.

"If it weren't for the help from others, you would have been shot through your hands and feet, fallen to the ground, and been ruled out."

"After you go back this time, your next match will be in four days. Have a good rest. I will intensify your training. By then..."

Zofia snorted.

But he reached out and wiped the dust off Maria's face.

"Alright, alright, kid, you know you're wrong so just stop talking."

Warwick couldn't bear to see this, so he tried to comfort her.

"Go, go, go, go back quickly."

Now that the game was over, the werewolf was still thinking about another thing.

He still hasn't paid the money for his bow to the place called Wuzhou League.

That white-haired girl looks like a lady from a wealthy family and must be of a high status. Wasn't this kind of plot everywhere in those traditional and cheesy novels in the previous life?

The protagonist is either an alchemist or an equipment refiner. He can just make a lamb skewer or a beer bottle cap and send it to the auction. Immediately, a big-breasted auctioneer with blonde hair will come up and exclaim in surprise. Then, the item will be bought by a proud and arrogant genius eldest daughter of a certain family for a huge sum of money.

Then the young lady was in trouble and the protagonist came to her aid. After this clichéd and worthless story, the two of them hooked up with each other, and then the family reunited and lived a shameless life...

I'm familiar with this routine!

Although as a single father who has picked up almost a whole women's football team's lineup of children, Warwick feels that the plot in this novel should not happen to him, but after all, this does not prevent him from making her money.

Look how nice the girl’s name is.

platinum.

As a golden goalkeeper for many years, he naturally has a natural liking for this name.

Especially since the girl is white-haired, it is rare that she is not crazy.

So far, among the white-haired fish that the werewolf has seen, the two fish fry, Little Crucian Carp and Little White Maw, may have had their brains become dysfunctional due to lack of oxygen when they came out of the sea.

The brain is working well but the behavior is abnormal, and he is suspected to be mentally ill.

Misha behaves normally and has a good brain, but her brother is not.

Warfarin is even more serious. The brain and behavior are abnormal.

So far, as the only white-haired person with a normal mind that the werewolf has seen, he naturally looks up to Bai Jin.

When everyone has no morals, you throw garbage into the trash can and you are a saint.

"You guys go back first. I have something else to do, so I won't go with you."

Seeing that the aunt and nephew were fine, the werewolf turned around and left.

"Hey, wait!"

Before Zofia could say anything, Warwick turned and left.

Looking at the burly figure, Zofia sighed.

This guy is really something.

"Aunt, uncle is really amazing."

Just then, Maria hurried over and took the opportunity to speak.

"Before he went on stage, he...wooooooo!"

However, before she could finish her words, Zofia covered her mouth with her hand.

"Let's talk about it when we get back! Let's go!"

Sofia's face turned black as she held down her cheap niece.

No, you really didn't inherit any of your sister's brains.

The two men quickly left the arena and returned home in the car.

The moment she entered the door, Maria seemed to have sensed something and quickly reached out to cover her ears.

However, she was still a step too slow.

"Oh my, Aunt, Aunt! Aunt! It hurts!"

Maria, whose ears were twisted, immediately begged for mercy.

"Call me sister!"

Sophia glared.

That guy is not here now, why are you calling me aunt? You are making me sound old!

Then, he shouted loudly at his yard where weeds had grown taller than people.

"Come out, you two big asses, nothing can hide you!"

Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard, and the old craftsman and the old knight stood up with a look of shame on their faces.

"Ahem, um, Zofia, we're here to clean up."

The old craftsman flattered.

"Yes, yes, the cleaner."

The old knight also nodded.

Sofia looked at the two people, who were a hundred years old in total, and sneered.

"Cleaning, OK!"

Then she pointed to the weeds in the yard.

"Then clean it up for me!

Perfect, let's celebrate this kid's success tonight and have a barbecue party in the yard."

Suddenly, the two old men turned around to look at the grass on the ground.

It’s not that it can’t be finished.

But after the extraction, my waist will definitely hurt for a while...

"Well, why don't we go have a drink? Baldy Martin said he wants to celebrate for you and this kid."

The old craftsman quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, Martin said he'll treat everyone!"

The old knight echoed the sentiment.

"I did not say!"

But just as he finished his words, a shiny bald head emerged from the grass.

It's Bald Martin!

The old guy had been hiding very well, but after being tricked by these two men, he immediately stood up.

My goodness! I don’t make any money doing business with you guys, and now you want me to lose some money, right?

But unexpectedly, he and Yi stood up.

Suddenly, the two men started laughing.

I can’t be the only one eating shit, you should try it too!