Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The Rat King felt a little regretful that Yuxia was not there for such a good learning opportunity.

If I had known this earlier, I would have let that girl stay by my side and learn how her godfather makes plans.

"Now that Mr. Warwick has spoken, I must be sensible."

Hermann laughed.

I actually feel a little bitter.

The mobile city cost a lot of money and took him several years to build.

Even if Xiosta was fine now, he didn't want to give it away.

But the current situation is, does he dare not give it?

The huge ice sculpture stood there in front of him. The island that had just been filled still had residual warmth. If he dared to let even a little bit of it burst out, he would be the one to fill the crater next.

And they have indeed given you enough face. With his strength, there will be no problem even if he robs it by force.

Forget it, it's better to spend money to avoid disaster. Besides, it's always good to make friends with such a giant.

"That city has not been officially opened yet, and I haven't officially registered the core city code yet."

As he spoke, Hermann took out a keychain with a Ceylon head hanging on the communicator from his pocket and handed it over.

"Since Mr. Warwick needs it, I will do you a favor and give it to you."

The werewolf was completely stupid as he took the mobile city key handed over by Hermann.

No, what are you doing?

I just want to ask, you gave me a city?

It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you about your child, otherwise wouldn’t I have found a stepmother for Texas?

Holding the mobile city key, Warwick looked at the key and then at Hermann.

"This...isn't good..."

I just did a small job, but I received such a big gift from others...

It's a moving city...

"Hehehe, you stray dog, it would be too much if you ask for more, that's enough."

The emperor glared and the two penguins shuffled their arms.

"Let's be merciful when we can. It's not good to have such a big appetite. I know you can eat but there's no need to kill you so much."

Warwick was a little embarrassed.

He picked up the emperor on the stool and threw him away.

The emperor looked calm.

When Angel, who was playing in the water in hot pants, saw his boss in trouble, his eyes suddenly lit up and he poked Texas' arm.

"Hey, look, Texas! How far do you think the boss can fly this time?"

Texas wanted nothing to do with her and gagged her with a banana boat.

Holding a biscuit in his mouth, Texas looked at Warwick, not sure what to do.

Although I knew that my father was very strong, extremely strong, I didn't expect that he could do such things as moving mountains and filling the sea with ease.

Her father's current strength was far beyond her understanding.

For a moment, she didn't know how to get along with Warwick.

It's like if your father is the CEO of a listed company, you can feel at ease being a rich second generation and opening a bank or something.

But it’s different when you find out that your dad is Superman.

Texas was in a daze, staring blankly at Warwick, who was getting closer and bigger.

"What are you thinking, girl?"

Sitting down next to Texas and saying hello to Archangel who turned around and left tactfully, the werewolf looked at the girl who had only been hanging around his waist a few years ago but now was under his ribs, and asked.

"Nothing, father."

The werewolf's words made Texas shudder and he shook his head, but the confusion in his eyes was still there.

The werewolf looked at the duplicitous kid, sighed, and placed his large paw on her shoulder.

This is the posture he uses when chatting with his buddies.

Otherwise, what other postures can you expect from a straight man?

Pulling Texas' shoulders towards him, the werewolf's voice was flat.

He didn't advise Texas, but asked a question.

"Texas, do you think I'm a good father?"

The werewolf's question confused Texas.

"Father, you are certainly a competent father..."

Texas quickly argued.

"No, don't be so anxious to answer me."

But the werewolf shook his head and sighed in self-mockery.

"Kid."

Looking at the group of people playing in front of him, Warwick seemed to be admonishing Texas, or talking to himself.

“When I brought you back many years ago, you looked like this.

Indifferent, calm, yet dull.

At that time you asked me what to do and how to proceed, and I told you to live in the present.

But I didn't expect that after all these years you still haven't gotten over the shadow of that time."

Texas listened quietly, leaning against Warwick's ribs, which seemed a little thin compared to his arms, and said nothing.

My father is right.

She never really emerged from the murderous vortex called Syracuse.

Her biological father lay in a pool of blood, her ancestral home was burned down by fire, and her past would never be forgotten by her.

But why did her father tell her this...

Texas didn’t understand.

Just then, something hard was stuffed into her palm.

"This is…"

Looking at the key in his hand, Texas was stunned.

What is this?

Why did her father give her this?

"The best way to forget the past is to start now."

The werewolf looked at the surprised look from Texas and smiled.

"So kid, I can't change your painful past..."

"But I can give you a brand new start."

"This mobile city has not yet been named, and now I am giving it to you.

I hope it can be a new beginning for you.

Happy birthday, my Texas."

The wolf kissed Texas lightly on the forehead.

Today is June 1st, and it is also her birthday.

Moreover, it was also the day she received the first gift from her father.

And this gift was something she had never imagined was so big.

A moving city.

A mobile city that belongs to her alone.

A…

The mobile city her father gave her.

Chapter 63: Heavenly King, Don’t Mind

"Great Emperor! Great Emperor! Great Emperor!"

Tonight's Obsidian Festival's main venue at Hermann Square is the Great Emperor's home ground. All of the Great Emperor's fans gathered below, surrounding the fat penguin and cheering like crazy as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The fans, with red faces, waved glow sticks in the colors of the Great Emperor and chanted his Victorian name.

And in this bustling scene, there is only one place that is out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

It was the table closest to the stage, a prime location.

Tickets for this position are never sold and are usually given directly to the singers to deal with themselves.

And now, on this golden table, a pure white Rupert was sitting in a chair in a nonchalant manner, holding a draft beer cup and eating lamb skewers, eating and drinking happily.

It means ignoring the emperor on the stage.

"Hiccup."

The werewolf burped and pushed the cup aside.

Texas immediately filled up another glass of beer and pushed it over.

As the push was made, Frost Star, whose pure white, soft and boneless hand gently touched the cup, and the whole cup of beer turned into a cold beer.

Taking the cup, the werewolf took a sip, then picked up the leg of the horned beast and started biting it under Ifrit's expectant eyes.

It doesn't look like they are here to watch a concert, but rather to have a feast.

The emperor on the stage's eyes kept twitching wildly, and he was trying hard to stop himself from looking at this wolf.

After all, he couldn't beat the werewolf.

But aren't you guys afraid that I'll deduct your wages? Why are you surrounding this dead stray dog ​​and making a fuss?

Looking at the group of Archangels in a slanting light, the Emperor felt as if he was being cheated.

Now the werewolf is sitting there carelessly.

On his lap lay Ceobe.

On the left is Charmander, and on the right are Texas and Froststar.

There were two people, Surtur and Skadi, following beside them, who didn't understand what was going on but just came to join in the fun and eat.

There was a large table of beautiful girls right in front of him, surrounding the dead wild dog.

The emperor is so upset.

And what’s even more disturbing is…

"Ah... That's great... Uncle Warwick's move is like a moving city."

The Archangel, who was wearing a headset and acting as a bodyguard behind the scenes, sighed while crossing his arms.

Then he glanced at his fat boss who was singing and dancing rap on the stage, with an undisguised sneer on his face.

The emperor felt the sneering gaze and a vein shaped like a well appeared on his forehead.

What bullshit are you talking about? You ate the apple pie for your birthday last year for nothing, you didn’t take the champagne bath, and you didn’t have the birthday party…oh, this one really didn’t have one.

"If I ever have an elder like this, he would come up to me and say, 'This mobile city has not yet been named, I'm giving it to you.

Wow, I can’t even imagine it.”

There was another blue vein in the shape of a well on the emperor's forehead.