Warwick the Godfather of Terra

You should have some sense of shame. I myself didn't work hard when I was with my father every day. Now, look what happens, my father has gone out to find a stepmother for us.

The thought of this made Weiguang Texas angry.

"Yo, you're communicating with yourself again."

Suddenly, as she was educating her untalented self, a familiar and frivolous voice was heard. Lapland wrapped her head with a huge towel and rubbed it continuously, wiping the water droplets off her silver hair.

"Phew, it feels so good to take a bath."

Lapland threw the big bath towel on the rattan chair beside him, leaned back casually on the chair, and stretched.

As she moved, the Originium crystals on her lower abdomen stretched with her breathing...

It's like it has life.

Putting his hand to his ear, Lappland looked at Texas who turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

"The blood was as thick as the sticky dip that Colombians use when eating fried chicken. It stuck to my skin and I had to scrub it off for a long time."

Lappland raised his arms and pouted as he looked.

A bunch of fat guys, you can tell at first glance that they are the ones who often indulge in sensual pleasures, and their three highs are so high that I don’t know how high they are.

There was even one case where, after Lappland killed him, his blood solidified into ice in less than a minute.

Although Lapland was a man who could kill people without blinking an eye, even if it meant slicing, shredding or cutting into sauce, he had never seen such a scene.

Suddenly, she felt disgusted and went to take a shower.

Texas, who was standing opposite, looked at Lappland's disgusted expression but said nothing. He also walked to Lappland's side and sat on another rattan chair.

"You can't stand this? We will face a force more terrifying than this group of guys in the future.

The filth we have to face is far more disgusting than this."

He reached out and picked up the cup on the table, filling it with the gift he received from a wine merchant. The luxurious Gallic top-grade dry red wine with a blood-like color filled the cup.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Reaching out to take the wine glass from Texas' hand, Lappland shook the glass while looking at the blood-red wine inside.

There are so many wines in that guy's wine cellar, but you insisted on choosing the one that is most similar in color to blood.

Are you deliberately trying to disgust people?

"That's right."

However, what Lapland did not expect was that Texas on the opposite side did not even object, but nodded in agreement.

"You are really direct."

Lapland glanced at her, picked up the cup, and took a sip elegantly.

As the eldest daughter of the Saluzzo family, Laplander, who has been trained since childhood, is naturally proficient in various etiquettes, and wine tasting etiquette is of course no problem.

"Tsk, nice wine."

Sticking out her pink tongue to lick the wine stains from the corners of her mouth, Lappland praised him, then immediately said with contempt.

"It's a pity that such good wine is hidden in that guy's cellar without seeing the light of day."

Texas picked up his glass of wine, but instead of sipping it like Lappland did, he raised his neck and opened his mouth.

He raised the glass to his lips and drank the entire glass in one breath.

During this time, naturally, a few strands of wine flowed down the corners of her mouth, slowly flowed down her neck, across her chest, over her breasts, along the belly of the fish, and finally slipped into the Emerald Forest.

But Texas doesn't care.

"Hiccup."

After burping like Warwick, he reached out and threw the glass on the table, then slumped in his chair.

"Didn't the guy say that we'll leave right away? Once we get to Piltover, that's our own territory. You can drink every day if you want."

Hearing this, Laplander turned his head and looked at Texas.

She felt she had changed.

Now, every move of Texas is moving towards her cheap father.

Just as she was looking at the glimmering Texas, Texas suddenly turned his head and their eyes met.

"Don't look at it, I know what you are thinking.

Yes, I did it on purpose.”

Wiggling his fingers, Texas tucked his hair behind his ears.

"I am the daughter of Warwick. My father is bloodthirsty, but I find the blood of those people too dirty, so I have no choice but to use wine instead."

Texas spread his hands.

"It's all my fault. I haven't gotten along well with my father for so many years. So I have no choice but to..."

However, before she could finish her words, White Wolf interrupted her.

Lappland narrowed his eyes.

"So, which one of you now and you before is the real you?"

Her words made Texas laugh.

"Which me is the real me? That's a stupid question, Lappland."

It was obvious that this question seemed so absurd to Texas that she laughed to tears.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Texas suddenly became serious.

“I am who I am, and there is only one of me.

It’s just that I am a product of my own subconscious mind.”

Texas said, pointing to his head.

"Under the catalysis of my father's medicine, my subconscious gave birth to the person I am today.

But in the final analysis, I am just a fragment of this body and this consciousness.

I am always me, whether it's Cellinina Vander or Warwick, Texas.

I am all myself, and all my Father’s child.”

Lapland smacked his lips, feeling a little awkward for a moment. There was no point in continuing this conversation.

Texas, who noticed White Wolf's embarrassment, stood up, his better curves gleaming with a perfect crystal-like halo under the warm light.

“I’ll never forget how windy it was that night when my father and I left Syracuse.

So, I need to get back to that place.

But I am no longer an orphan of the Texas family, but a child of Warwick."

Having said that, she turned around.

"Piltover is a gift from my father, and it is also a strong key for me to overthrow the corrupt Syracuse!

Lapland, even today, without my father, my strength and yours combined would still be extremely weak.

Even if we return to Syracuse, they will only say..."

"Who are you?"

The werewolf frowned as he watched the guy walking away in disgrace, who was dressed like a tin can. Although he had never seen the special envoy from Ursus this time, the characteristics of the Ursus Empire's army's clothes, which were big, black and rough, were too obvious.

Looking at the messy decorations on the coat, the werewolf frowned immediately, and at the same time raised his left arm and lifted Ifrit in his arms up.

He didn't know what was wrong with Charmander now, it was particularly clingy to him, and it was a particularly strange kind of clinging.

As long as he puts Ifrit down, Charmander will wake up in a short while and look for him like crazy.

The werewolf didn't know what to do in this situation. Apart from using a tiny light to perform physical removal surgeries, he had no experience in treating mental illness!

Or maybe Mundo?

There was no other choice, the werewolf had to hold Ifrit in his arms all the time, inseparable from her.

Anyway, he is digitized and never gets tired. If the child likes him, just hold him. Ifrit is light and soft, it is quite comfortable to hold him.

So, during this period of time, he actually planned to spend some time with Ifrit in Dosoles.

But just last night, he received a communication from the Patriots.

Everyone in the werewolf communication group knows Warwick's private phone number, but basically no one will call him.

Of course, if there are some special circumstances, such as when Wei Lao Er needs emergency help from the martial arts world, he will also seek help from the werewolves.

And werewolves are also happy to save people from danger.

On the Rat King's side, he has a relationship with the little mouse Lin Yuxia, and they occasionally have some interactions.

Only Bozhukasti had not yet contacted him in this way.

Therefore, the werewolf was also very curious about what this old man wanted to talk to him about.

But when he picked up the phone, the werewolf was so happy that his nose was about to burst with snot bubbles.

What, there is an evil demon deep in the Sami Snowfield, this is great.

After all, it's rare to see Charmander so quiet.

Normally, Ifrit was in such a mess that even the werewolves would have a headache to be honest.

But during this period of time, Charmander slept soundly and peacefully in his arms every day. Holding her light body and feeling Ifrit's body temperature, the werewolf felt a special kind of warmth in his heart.

Different from the relaxing feeling he got from stroking Ceobe, when the werewolf hugged Ifrit's body, he could feel a sense of responsibility and accomplishment as a father.

He was the pillar of support for this child, and that was why she could sleep peacefully in his arms.

This thought would pop up every time the werewolf saw Ifrit's eyelashes trembling slightly due to his even breathing.

Texas was already very sensible when he met him.

She had never relied on him to give her anything, nor had she ever asked anything of him.

This made the werewolf feel somewhat frustrated as a father.

After all, this position needs others to rely on it to reflect its value.

Fortunately, Ifrit made up for him in this regard.

So the werewolf took Ifrit with him and went straight to the permafrost without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the werewolf thought that the snowfield should be full of evil demons, so the oyster feast that he would have a feast of did not appear in front of him.

In its place was a white doe.

She was lying in front of the Patriot, preventing the old man from moving forward.

And behind her, the werewolf could smell the huge bloody evil breath.

He was so greedy that his saliva was flowing.

But the big white deer in front of him was a problem. He could see that the big white deer had no ill intentions, but it knew the danger and didn't want them to get close.

Looking at the big white deer, the werewolf immediately changed back into a direwolf and wanted to negotiate with her as a fellow villager.

But unexpectedly, before he could even open his mouth, the big white deer actually gave way on its own.

The werewolf was surprised and walked in quickly.

As soon as he entered, the big white deer lay down again and nestled in front of the patriot.

The werewolf had no choice but to let the patriot go back first, and he went in alone and started to show off like crazy.

After Xuan had a satisfying meal and a few drinks, the werewolf took the gifts from the white deer and did not return to Dosores. Instead, he went straight to the location of Ceylon's father Herman, intending to give him the money from selling sea water a few days ago.

But who would have thought that Hermann was actually in Zaun.

The werewolf wondered as he looked at the pink-haired old man.

"Why are you here with your child?"

As he spoke, the werewolf glanced at Miss Ceylon.

"Aren't you just here to join in the fun and take a look at what good items you have at the auction?"

Although he knew in his heart that Warwick must know why he came, Herman knew it because he brought his child with him because of this sentence.