Robin's words made Galen instantly recall the specialties of his hometown that only existed in his memory, such as "naughty children", "bear parents" and "minor scum protection law", and almost couldn't help but make a three-bus bus company to maintain justice.

Robin could not understand Garen's inexplicable resistance, and it was only natural to protect the child in her heart.

But since he understood Garen's displeasure, Robin immediately changed his words to tell the story of miss. Golden Week:

Miss. The Golden Week is actually not a devil fruit ability, but a talented sketching painter.

She can use her superb painting skills to match colors and blend colors and patterns that can affect people's emotions.

Because of this strange ability, Miss. was targeted by the Baroque Work Club at a young age and was forced to join the killer organization, and was assigned to MR.3, a wax fruit abilities that matched her abilities best.

The image of an inspirational girl who was trapped in a demon cave and did not forget her dream of painting was outlined by Robin in a few words.

Let’s take a look at miss. Golden Week myself:

A little girl with a pigtail, a little red hat, a simple summer shirt, and a sketching tool box on her shoulder.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a primary school student who has just finished school, which makes people really unable to do it.

Garen nodded, and sighed helplessly:

"Isn't it enough to say that earlier..."

"I won't kill such a little girl who can't help but behave."

Robin and von Clay breathed a sigh of relief, nervously looking.

"but..."

Garen rubbed his chin and added:

"A girl who falls in love is also a fall in love after all, and this labor reform is still indispensable."

“What is labor reform?”

Robin asked in confusion.

"It's the kind that works for me, food and accommodation, and doesn't pay my salary."

Galen explained casually and looked at Miss. Golden Monday:

"Wallace was discussing with me that he would publish a few albums in the East China Sea to strengthen publicity. You can definitely become a professional painter under my command."

"Do you want me to draw?"

Miss. The Golden Week completely ignored the extremely important point of "no wages" and immediately replied in extremely concise words:

"no problem."

"Do you agree so readily?"

Garen asked in confusion: "I just killed your partner."

"It's okay."

Miss.The mood during the Golden Week was unreasonable:

"mr.3 just wants me to help him fight, I don't care about his life or death."

"For me, drawing is something worth paying attention to."

"but..."

Her expression finally fluctuated a little, and she turned to look at mr.2 von Kree:

"I, I don't want him to die."

"Von Kree?"

Galen followed the miss. Golden Week's gaze and looked at the mr.2 von Kree who had been sitting back on the floor due to serious injuries on his body.

Von Kree had sacrificed his life to cover up miss. The escape of Golden Week did indeed allow Garen to see the shining points on him.

So Garen decided to give Von Clay a chance:

"Demacia is just!"

Robin saw the gorgeous and dazzling light column for the second time, but he still couldn't guess what the light column was.

Garen ignored Robin's questionable eyes and just muttered to himself:

“It’s close to 70%…”

"Sure enough, black is black."

"No matter how many shining spots there are on your body, they won't be able to light up."

As Garen talked to himself, the sword edge in his hand gradually became closer and closer to Von Kree.

"don't want!"

Miss. The Golden Week rarely burst out with excitement, and her petite body trembled and wanted to rush forward.

However, her body was suddenly tied tightly by several arms that suddenly grew out, and she could no longer move.

Robin walked up and gently hugged the delicate little girl into his arms: "Don't go."

"Why?"

miss.Golden Week asked in confusion:

"You've clearly spoken for me just now, so you can't help Feng Clay..."

"cannot."

Robin shook his head gently.

After Garen let go of miss because of her own words. Robin had already understood Garen's behavior patterns, so she didn't feel that she could help Von Clay again.

Miss.Golden Week is a little puzzled, but Galen quickly answered her doubts:

He slowly walked to Fon Kree and sighed softly:

"I'll give you another chance."

"Can you tell me some experiences like Miss. Golden Week that can make my men show mercy?"

Von Krel's expression stagnated and there was no answer.

Garen looked back at Robin and looked at Miss. Golden Week.

Robin had no expression on his face, while Miss. Golden Week hung his little head weakly:

She couldn't say it either.

No one can say it because there is nothing to say.

Von Kree is not a good person, nor is he a miserable young man forced to join the killer organization.

Except for Robin, who served as the boss's secretary, all senior agents at the Baroque Works Club were field agents;

The order of senior agents is not only sorted by strength, but also by performance.

Von Kree sat in the second seat among the killers, and behind the seat was the blood and corpses of countless assassinated people were hidden.

"Can't you tell me?"

Garen looked at the three people present, but in the end he got silence.

"Kill me."

But Von Krei's expression calmed down:

"Like everyone else, the slave is a professional killer."

"How can those who do our jobs be qualified to hope to get mercy from others before they die?"

"No, I have mercy on you."

Galen quietly clenched the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"I have seen people like you in the East China Sea."

"Only talk about loyalty, not right or wrong."

"If you could keep up with a good boss at the beginning, you wouldn't have fallen into this."

"It would be a pleasure to be friends with you."

Galen shook his head gently, and a golden flame rekindled from the sword:

"What a pity..."

"I am neither your boss nor your friend."

As he said that the flames from the "Wrath of Justice" were about to swallow Von Kree's life.

Robin, who had been expressionless, stood up at a critical moment and blocked the fire-burning sword that Garen was about to land on Von Clay's neck:

"etc!"

Garen stopped the offensive and asked in confusion:

"Why, what glorious deeds have you helped him recall?"
To be continued...