The nights in the City of Maple Flowers are very cold. Even with a fire with a lot of coal, the indoor temperature is only a dozen degrees. In the cold wind outdoors, it is very common for ordinary poor people in the Maple Leaf Kingdom to sleep. It is common to see that the beautiful waiters standing next to Punk and Bin Rachel all have common expressions.

But Ben Laijing couldn't be used to it. It was impossible for him to ignore it like punk. At this moment, he was looking at the body of the thin skinny little girl, a little confused and at a loss:

"Brother Sai'an, I feel funny when I talk about it. The bad things I have done in Ben Rachel have gone. When I was young, I almost reached the level of an evil camp. After I got older, I have never done anything good. The official mage who had been killed before I advanced to the master level is almost unremembered. After I advanced to the master level, I was even more unscrupulous. I opened a black market to sell those potions to the red-robed madman, forced the female apprentice to sleep with me, and killed those disobedient subordinates and never felt lenient... But now, when I see these children suffering, I feel sad and angry..."

Under the flames, Bin Rachel no longer had that kind of indecent funny feeling. Now he looks like an old man in his twilight years more than ever, with his fat face full of wrinkles left by the years.

"Think about it carefully, what my dad said when he was a child is right. I am more suitable to go shopping with him on the streets and sell apples, rather than being a big boss or a mage... Speaking of which, I am over 4,000 years old. When I was young, I left a secret injury. At most, I could live for four or five hundred years.... Legends and other things are not realistic for me... At this time, I still feel so sentimental, and I feel angry about the situation of these ordinary people... It is worthy of being laughed at... But I still can't control myself."

Benrachel casually hung the roast goose that he had not eaten before him to the corner of the table, and then summoned a flame to burn the little girl's body outside the window to ashes.

It is not difficult to see that Bin Rachel is very sad and confused now. The fire elements around him are beginning to be filled with a sense of loneliness. Even if the flames in the fireplace are added, they will inevitably sway.

"Dingdang"!

After swallowing the last bite of duck meat, Punk put down the fork expressionlessly.

"Sadness? Confusion? Anger? Compassion? These boring emotions are just obstacles on the caster's path, entangled by these childish things... Bin Rachel, this means that you are just that."

Punk's words are still as cold and sharp as ever.

However, this time, Bin Rachel, who was immersed in his own world, did not respond to him. The lost fat old man was still looking out the window without saying a word, watching the howling cold wind wiped out the ashes on the ground and the little bit of residual heat.

"never mind"!

Punk, who had never cared about Bin Rachel's reaction, stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Your childishness and stupidity have nothing to do with me. After killing that black dragon, it doesn't matter whether you plan to save this country or the whole world, but......"

Speaking of this, Punk looked at Bin Rachel with a chill.

"Don't let your stupid emotions get in the way of my plans, this is the bottom line of tolerance"!
Chapter completed!