Warwick the Godfather of Terra

But now, she has turned into a bright and burning fire, illuminating the surroundings, facing the darkness head-on without fear.

This growth...

It's really sad.

"Children will grow up eventually."

At this moment, a low, dull, yet majestic sound like a bell or drum came from beside me.

"Everyone has the right to choose their own life. When they take this step, all we need to do is cheer for them."

With his rich experience as a parent, the werewolf immediately noticed Sofia's momentary distraction and naturally knew what she was thinking.

In fact, many parents are like this. After witnessing their children achieve success, the first thing they think of is to suppress them because the gap in their hearts is too great.

They fear that their children will leave the nest after they grow up, and they are even more afraid that the bond that originally held them together will be severed.

Therefore, when their children achieve undeniable results, they often feel a huge sense of loss.

As the young owner of a barbecue restaurant, the werewolf had seen too many men in his previous life bragging about their children at the dinner table, with reluctance and helplessness revealed in their eyes.

Feelings are the most difficult to describe, and it is impossible to distinguish right from wrong.

So the werewolf could only give Zofia some advice as a person who had experienced it.

After all, when it comes to parenting experience, Warwick believes that Zofia is far inferior to him.

"Yes."

Surprisingly, Zofia did not deny what the werewolf said.

Instead, she heaved a sigh of relief, raised her slender wrist, rested her chin on her palm, and her slightly bent chest showed a mature and confident curve with an enticing fullness.

“Maybe I should think about myself.

Have you ever thought about yourself?"

The werewolf didn't take Zofia's words to heart, but the chocolate biscuit in Texas' mouth was suddenly broken by her.

"not good!"

Texas was shocked and turned to look at Zofia who seemed to say all this nonchalantly, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching.

This woman is trying to retreat in order to advance!

What’s more important is that his own father actually tried to get involved in this circle!

At this moment, Texas was immediately angry at her own lukewarm temper, which made her not alert to Zofia's words at the first moment.

But now, when she realized it, it was already too late!

In an instant, Zofia broke through Texas' defense!

Seeing that his father was about to be counterattacked by this woman and then pulled into the woman's advantageous zone, little Texas felt that he was about to explode with anger.

There was no way, my aunt's level was too high, and she was not comparable to a naive girl like Texas. Even though she had already shown a maturity that was not in line with her age, and had the plug-in of Glimmer Texas, she was still a little behind Zofia.

Seeing that his father seemed to be about to step into the circle drawn by that woman, Texas didn't dare to think about it...

Ok?

Suddenly, the warmth from above her head made her whole body numb.

Texas was stunned, and it was Warwick's hand that touched the top of her head.

"As for me, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Texas and Zofia didn't expect it either, the werewolf's answer was beyond the expectations of the two women, one big and one small.

The werewolf's words of comfort to Sofia were swallowed back by him.

"Hmm? Didn't you say that we should give children the right to choose their own lives?"

Sofia suddenly became anxious.

No, you're not playing by the rules.

But unexpectedly, the werewolf smiled.

"Yes, but I also chose my own life."

The steel claws that had killed countless lives stroked the girl's black hair.

"My life is her."

The werewolf will never forget the voice that woke him up from the blood and violence many years ago.

"Father."

In the dead silence, the girl's call broke the shackles that had deprived him of his humanity and awakened his heart.

From that moment on, he was inseparable from Texas.

If we say that the love for Ceobe is because of the pampering for her innocent and well-behaved nature.

The pity for Ifrit comes from her pure nature but ill-fated fate.

For Texas, it is his redemption of his own humanity.

The role of father became a promise that the werewolf had to interpret throughout his life the moment Texas called him.

The object of the promise is the child who has no relatives other than him.

He wanted to be her father, her only relative, bear her joys and sorrows, and accompany her through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

She is his only relative and his recognition of the world.

Chapter 131: Hiding Merit and Fame

"Hey! Hey! This child!"

Seeing Texas suddenly stand up and run away, the werewolf, who originally thought he was quite sentimental, was suddenly stunned.

No, it's obvious that I love you, why did you run away?

As Zofia watched Texas stand up and run away from the werewolf, she felt a mixture of emotions, which finally turned into a complaint.

"I don't know if you are really sentimental or just insensitive."

But the game was coming to an end, so Texas just left, maybe he went to the bathroom.

Texas just left his seat and jogged, but he didn't run out of the stadium, but ran directly to a remote corner.

A large number of gamblers had already slipped out to exchange their money the moment the result of the game was announced, leaving a large area empty.

Finding a chair to sit down, Texas took out the communicator.

"Hey, the mayor finally remembered to contact me?"

In the mayor's office of Piltover, Lappland rested her booted legs on the desk, spinning her compass-like sword with her fingers, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.

The merchants from Columbia have agreed to come to Piltover, and the first group has already arrived in Piltover.

The merchants who had originally planned to say goodbye to their property with a desperate mentality arrived in Piltover and were surprised to find out.

The black-haired Rupert woman didn't lie to me!

This city was just as she described, brand new, as if it had never been used since it was built!

What surprised them even more was that in addition to these little guys, a business giant was also involved.

The Shi Huai Ya family!

They are the big tycoons in Victoria. In Yan Country and Victoria, they can earn one dollar for every bottle of Coke sold, and they run various businesses and chassis. Although they have moved the business center from Victoria to Longmen, they are still not comparable to small fish and shrimps like them.

With such a big boss's behavior, everyone suddenly felt that they had come to the right place and began to roll up their sleeves and get to work.

All of this requires someone to be responsible, so Texas can only hand these things over to Lapland for management.

"Is the matter done?"

Texas' voice came, and Lappland, who was lying crookedly on the chair, suddenly sat up.

"Why is it you?"

The voice on the other end of the communicator didn't have the familiar frivolous tone, which meant that the person calling him wasn't the Texas with green highlights!

But the original Texas!

Why did she contact me?

As the sole promoter of Texas, Laplander believes that he knows Texas better than Warwick.

Although she didn't know under what specific circumstances the highlighted Texas would appear, she was sure that two Texases could not appear at the same time.

And with the temper of the real Texas, she would not contact me unless something happened!

Suddenly, Lappland prepared for battle.

But unexpectedly, Texas' tone remained calm.

“She is me and I am her.

Lapland, there is only one Texas in the world."

Lapland relaxed upon hearing this and slumped down in his chair.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Mayor, go ahead."

Texas raised his head again, looking at the field while speaking into the communicator.

“I need you to contact an organization for me.

An organization called the No Heroes Alliance.

Not as the mayor of Piltover, but as the person in charge of Zaun."

Texas' eyes flashed with a fierce gleam.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

"Yes, Manager, I have finished my business for this week."

In the office, Mauna lowered his head and handed a signed trade agreement to his superior in front of him.

The superior took the document from Mainna with satisfaction, and looked at this knight who he had only looked up to when he was young bowing his head in front of him. This refreshing feeling is hard to resist at any time.

"Okay, you did a great job."

The manager casually put away the documents handed over by Maina, stood up, reached out and patted Maina's suit jacket which had become a little wrinkled due to working overtime for several days, and looked at him with great appreciation.

"During this period, our group's business has improved a lot, all thanks to you.

I heard that your family members are still participating in knight competitions during this period. I didn't expect that you can still devote yourself to your work wholeheartedly. It's really rare."

Although she knew that the words from the man in front of her sounded like he was praising her, but he must be despising and mocking her in his heart, but Mainna still lowered her head with a numb and confused look on her face.

He nodded his head and nodded as if he had really become accustomed to this kind of oppressive life.

"No, it's all thanks to the company. I just did my part."

Sword power needs to be accumulated.

The longer it accumulates, the brighter its edge will be and the sharper its blade will be when it is unsheathed.

After receiving praise from the manager and being granted a three-day vacation as a token of favor, Mainna walked out of the door of her company with tired steps.

After leaving the company, he did not choose to return to the Linguang residence, but went straight to the small apartment he rented, pretending to need a rest.

Are you really tired? No, not really.

As a knight who can fight alone on the battlefield for several days and nights, Mainna's physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, not to mention that this simple office work does not consume any physical energy at all.

But he has to rest now.

Or rather, someone else needs him to rest.

After returning to the room, Maina took off her coat, casually tidied the messy bed, and fell asleep.

In the Linguang residence, the two sisters, Margaret, who had won four games in a row, and Maria, who had won six games in a row, sat on the sofa, but they did not seem very happy.

Because it was going too smoothly, everything was going too smoothly.

It went smoothly and even a little abnormally.

During this period of time, the Commercial Federation had no intention of finding fault. The opponents that the Linguang sisters drew were all normal opponents in this division. There were no high-end players like the Rusty Bronze Knight who could suppress the points and bully the weak.