The thing Xu Mo pulled out of the wardrobe was very simple, it was the corner of a linen sweatshirt, with stained aurora spots on the corner of the clothes. These stains were completely integrated with the clothes, not distinguishing each other. Obviously, the place where its owner usually lives was extremely dirty, this was the little werewolf's linen sweatshirt.

"No, you can do more for him so that he can overcome all this immediately after leaving Saint Cice!"

"Transform, let me tell you how to make a person completely strong!..."

The old werewolf had too many experiences in his long life, so when he realized that the little werewolf was in the closet behind Xu Mo, he immediately recalled what Xu Mo said when they first started talking.

Yes, what else can shock a person's heart more than seeing his grandfather die in the hands of his respected master. This shock will make the little werewolf remembered for life, and this hatred will make him grow rapidly. After realizing that there is no relative to rely on, the little werewolf will be depressed and lost for a period of time, but after that, hatred will make him strong like a piece of granite.

Saint Cice could no longer restrain the little werewolf. The little guy would breathe and live under the free sky. He would freely choose his spouse and hunt freely. His children would no longer be slaves, and freedom would accompany them for the rest of their lives. The price of all this was only the old werewolf's old life. Xu Mo had long known that the old werewolf would agree to this deal and was willing to accept it.

The old werewolf even had an absurd idea in his mind. Perhaps, from the moment he saw them in Ceylon Mountain, this guy named Cole had already made such a plan. All humans, werewolfs, and blood clans were puppets under his command. He controlled him to dance gracefully while his fingers were swinging, opening the prelude to this conspiracy. But he probably could no longer see the ending, but what does it matter? His instinct told him that the human demon did not lie, and the little guy would be free and completely free.

Xu Mo, who was sitting against the closet, looked at the old werewolf who was relieved and rushed towards Tennis like a firefly. He listened to the little werewolf awakened by the sound of fighting in the wardrobe behind him, and gradually woke up. He watched the old werewolf's claws cut bloody wounds on Tennis' body, and finally inserted them into Tennis' chest; he watched Tennis's Salson's stabbing sword cut off the old werewolf's arm, stabbed into his throat, and cut off the old man's head.

A cruel smile slowly appeared on Xu Mo's face. For the little guy, this is really an impressive education class. Have you experienced the cruelty of survival, have you understood the pain of a lame boy, and have you understood the sadness of losing a relative? If this happens, the little guy can't live strongly in this world, then it will be too wasteful of the old werewolf's pains and it is too difficult for Xu Mo's performance.

After a flash of smile, Xu Mo immediately regained his painful expression and ordered Luo Liya, who was panicked, to help her support the seriously injured Tennis to find the therapist in the castle. Then, he opened the door of the wardrobe and carried the little guy who was already awake but had a twisted and ferocious expression, wrapped his thin body with a coat, and at the same time took out a small wine bag to give himself a vampire drink.

Time was a little tight. Xu Mo quickly stepped out of the room and went to the gate of Cisse Castle. When he left the city, the little guy who was struggling more and more as the drug properties of the anesthetics decreased, almost exposed Xu Mo to the examination of the Blood-Sei Guard. Xu Mo immediately said, "Do you want your grandfather's death to be meaningless?" and made the little werewolf quiet again. Fortunately, Xu Mo is very famous among Saint Cisse, and the Blood-Sei Guard dare not stop this adult.

Xu Mo put down the little werewolf wrapped in a coat on his back in the woods a few kilometers away from Saint Cise. The little werewolf unbuttoned and cried loudly. The big blue eyes were filled with blue tears.

"Why, why, why?" The little guy grabbed the corner of Xu Mo's clothes, his face full of tears was full of confusion and confusion.

Xu Momo silently took out the bronze key he had picked up. The little werewolf opened the collar around his neck and handed the collar to the little werewolf: "It was because your grandfather chose to die with dignity in order to allow you to get rid of this collar!"

"Have you seen clearly his heroic moment in the last moment? Always remember that moment, remember the price of your freedom! Now that you are free, you are no longer a slave, and you will never become a slave again!"

"Cast you, transform and run freely, hunt the cowardly humans, swallow their flesh and blood, tear open the throat of every blood clan you touch, let their blood dilute your hatred. Defeat any of your tribes, let the young werewolf crawl at your feet and howl at the full moon, the world belongs to you!" Looking at the little guy whose eyes were gradually clear, a raging flame burned in Xu Mo's eyes. He seemed to see the self who was suddenly murdering in front of the court in this world. How happy and so vivid it was.

"Sir, will you be with me?" The little guy's eyes also had a flame of stars, but after thinking about something, he immediately turned around and said pitifully to Xu Mo.

"Bang!" Xu Mo, whose face changed drastically, slapped the little guy hard, "Remember, don't call anyone 'sir' in the future. You only belong to yourself. You will walk alone. Only you can take care of yourself in the future. Get out of here now!"

Seeing the little werewolf crying and leaving step by step, Xu Mo sighed and said, "Come back!"

"I'll only take a sip when I'm injured, and I'm not allowed to drink it normally!" I took out the small wine bag with heartache and handed it to the little guy. After thinking about it, Xu Mo gritted his teeth and took out a simple scroll full of purple-red patterns, and reluctantly stuffed it into the little werewolf's hand.

The usage of "Dark Gate" was explained in detail. Xu Mo, who was so painful that he couldn't help but curse the old werewolf. After entering the space, Xu Mo, who had never done a loss-making business, suffered a huge loss this time. Most of the benefits of the early mission were given to the little werewolf. If Xu Mo could not make up for the profit after staying for a few days, I wonder if he would regret it.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Mo cleaned up his parting mood and asked lightly: "Little guy, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name, and St. Cice's slaves don't have a name!" The little guy seemed to know that he might never see him again after he left. This Lord Cole, who made him feel extremely friendly.

"I'll give you a name, and you'll be called Caesar in the future. Go, Caesar! Go and find your home that truly belongs to you!" Xu Mo shouted loudly, watching him disappear into the depths of the woods with tears in his face. Then he turned around and went to the pilgrimage to Cisse Castle. At the same time, the soul mark also sent a reminder:

"Reincarnation No. 228 completes regional hidden plot: Little werewolf's freedom (Shirashi level). The reputation of the werewolf has increased by 500. Currently, the total reputation of the werewolf is 800, and the reputation has changed from indifference to neutral. Should you join the werewolf camp immediately? Or after 24 hours, confirm again whether to join the camp! Rewards for other missions will accumulate until the next time you enter this world."

After returning to St. Cisse Castle, a bloody servant informed him that Prince Victor would see him immediately. Xu Mo smiled slightly and teared the wound on his stomach that was almost healed again, making his sweatshirt full of blood and walked towards the hall of the main castle.

"Prince, you want to see me!" Xu Mo, who has a different identity, no longer has to call Victor by the title of Master, but instead calls Victor by following the etiquette of the blood nobles.

"Yes, Cole, can you tell me what's going on? Why did that werewolf slave attack you and even severely injured Tennis!" Victor glanced at the wound on Xu Mo's abdomen and spoke slowly.

"Yes, sir! The two werewolf grandchildren followed me to fight on Ceylon Mountain. I originally planned to make them the guards of my daytime sleeping after I became a real blood clan. But they didn't know where to know about Garcia in Billy's intelligence, and knew that I had contacted Billy's intelligence, and then began to force me with force. Fortunately, Lord Tennis arrived at my room in time!" Xu Mo replied in fear and trepidation.

"Don't be afraid of me, you will soon be one of us, my descendants, and a noble nobleman. You must get rid of your habit of being humble and inferior now. Do you understand?" Victor looked at Xu Mo who was intimidated and frightened, and inexplicably felt uneasy and irritable, and his tone became higher and higher.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions, Victor said calmly again: "You are about to become my descendant of the line. It is time for you to know the truth about some things. Originally, Tanis had another task in addition to being the clerk of Saint Cice. But now, his serious injury made him unable to take on this task for the time being, and other blood nobles could not take on this task for various reasons, but you are a suitable candidate, so... can I trust you?"

After hearing Victor's words, Xu Mo felt a moment of suffocation. He lowered his head and tried hard to suppress his ecstasy and replied respectfully: "Yes, Prince, you can trust me completely. Cole will follow your will!"
Chapter completed!