Fisher Tiger didn't blame the silly girl.
After all, she was worried and tried to save him.
Moreover, how could he blame a little girl who had just walked out of the shadow of a Heavenly Dragon slave?
Looking at the little face full of self-blame and tears in front of him, Fisher Tiger subconsciously reached out and carefully wiped the blood on Kerla's face.
He was surprised to find that even though this little girl was not a murloc, he could feel an unprecedented warmth from her body.
The excruciating pain from the wound on his back was overwhelming. The loss of blood made Fisher Tiger's blood-red skin gradually pale.
But strangely, at this moment, his heart was filled with hope.
He was glad for Keira's safety.
Perhaps, it was this little thing that others thought was insignificant that made his efforts in his life not so ridiculous and absurd.
He suddenly smiled.
It was as if his smile was brighter than the sun in the sky.
"A commoner?"
A few meters away, Stoloberg said coldly.
His expression didn't change even a little because of the appearance of the little girl, like a pool of stagnant water.
Sensing the murderous aura from Stoloberg, Fisher Tiger's expression changed slightly. He was about to prop himself up when he stumbled and knelt on the ground.
His face grew paler.
He had already reached the end.
He tried his best to smile at Keira and said softly,"
"Let's go, Kella. You've done very well. I'm fine.”
Kella was stunned.
The tears of defeat seemed to be choking in his throat.
Mr. Tiger's smile was obviously comforting.
That smile was firmly fixed on his weathered face, as if it had been forgotten there.
The cannons stopped firing.
The air in the forest was filled with a rotten and stinky smell.
The birds in the forest slowly descended and rose again.
All around them were lords who had the word "justice" draped over their backs.
A warm feeling slowly seeped out from her chest. Kerra subconsciously looked down.
It was scarlet red.
She suddenly realized that her body was covered in Mr. Tiger's blood.
In an instant.
She felt all the blood in her body rush to her brain.
"Move aside, little brat."
The navy officer's cold voice rang out.
Countless images suddenly appeared in Kella's mind.
"I'm very sorry! I'll work, I'll keep cleaning, please don't hit me! I'm sorry."
"No matter what happens, I won't cry. Please don't kill me!!”
A little girl had a stiff smile on her face. She lowered her head and rubbed her rough hands against the ground.
At that time, a burly man who was not good-looking reached out a warm hand to her.
"You're already free."
She covered up the tattoo of the Flying Dragon's Hoof.
She changed into brand new clothes.
His dirty hair was also washed clean.
With the man's help, she returned to her hometown.
Why did he treat her so well?
He was clearly not human.
"Brat, I said, move aside!"
The naval officer's voice sounded again, but this time, his tone was clearly mixed with impatience.
Kerla trembled.
She gently put down Fisher Tiger's weak hands and looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to stop the scene.
After that.
She mustered her courage and took a step forward, then another.
"I'm not leaving."
she said.
His tender face actually exuded a kind of shocking determination.
Stoloberg slowly narrowed his eyes and pointed the long knife in his hand at the completely powerless Fisher Tiger.
"Do you know that he is a criminal wanted by the World Government?”
"In other words, he is a very evil person.”
Kerla shook his head stubbornly.
She picked up a piece of metal with a sharp horn from the ground and stood in front of Fisher Tiger, staring at Stoloberg.
She forced a smile.
"I'm still young. I don't understand these things."
"I only know-"
"The whole world says he's a bad person, but if he treats me well, then he's a good person.”
"The whole world says that the navy is a good person, but to me, the navy is a bad person.”
Stoloberg was stunned.
The other navy soldiers were also slightly dazed.
Indeed.
For a thirteen-year-old girl, the logic of this world was just that simple.
Stoloberg's wooden expression gradually changed, but the momentary hesitation quickly disappeared.
What replaced it was the iron blood of a soldier when carrying out a mission.
"In that case…"
He took a step forward.
The two blades slashed down without hesitation!
A strong wind blew.
The smell of death and fear made Keira close his eyes subconsciously.
Fisher Tiger roared weakly.
The blade fell.
Clang!
At this moment, an incomparably sharp sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.
Stoloberg felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was sent flying backward and only stopped after he crashed into a tree.
He stared in front of Keira in disbelief.
It was a sword that was flashing with a cold light.
It was deeply inserted into the ground.
It was like an insurmountable natural moat.
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