Mormon squeaked his head, took something out of his pocket, pulled Snow's hand, and placed it in the palm of Snow's hand: "That, actually... I'm here to give you this."

Touching the two small, cool spherical objects in his hand, Snow frowned: "Is that person given it? I have said I don't want it anymore, why do I give it to me?"

Snow tried to grab Mormon's hand, but failed.

"Hold it, I think this can help you. "Eye of Love", the merchant calls it this name, probably the same as the fake eye, but it can help you see things." Mormon lit a cigarette, took a sip, and then spit it out, and the strong smell of tobacco was spreading in the air. "If one day we are gone, it will be difficult for you to not see it."

Snow clenched the things in his hand and frowned: "Isn't it enough to stop doing those dangerous things?"

Mormon smiled mockingly: "There is no way to stop, right?"

Not far away, the broken air-leaked door of a room without lights was pushed open with a "creak" and the door was shaking in the air, as if it would fall down at any time. A tender voice and two gentle footsteps were getting closer and closer, interrupting Mormon's words: "Brother Mormon, Brother Snow, I heard you win again?"

Mormon squatted down, stuck the cigarette on the ground, snatched it out, and then smiled and touched the messy hair of the two yellow-faced boys: "Yeah, yes."

The two boys cheered, and the older child could not hide his excitement: "It's great, my brother and I will eat one more slice of bread every day from now on! Thank you brother, goodbye!"

Seeing the child disappearing behind the door, Mormon lit a cigarette again and took a sip: "This is the reason. You know very well, right? These children often couldn't even eat. I was just an ordinary craftsman, thinking of supporting myself and my family with my own efforts, but in the end... I only survived by myself."

Mormon took a sip of cigarette calmly and gently spit out the smoke rings: "Now looking at those children always reminds me of myself, obviously the same... not right, different, obviously the blood of nobles is also flowing, but I can't live the same life as them. If I could get this power earlier..."

Snow noticed that Mormon's mood was a little wrong. Suddenly, he realized something and said in a panic: "Do you want to start a war?"

Mormon's face froze, and the cigarette in his hand fell to his feet. Mormon simply stepped on the cigarette butt and stomped it out: "Probably."

"Aren't you serious?" Snow didn't want to believe his ears.

Mormon laughed: "Just kidding! Ah, you're here to your residence not far ahead. You'll have no problem going back by yourself, right? I'll leave first. Alas!"

Mormon felt like he had hit something, but it was not a hard object like a wall.

"What a coincidence, I met you downstairs. It's just that late. Shouldn't you be resting?" Crodia's voice drifted into the ears of both of them. Mormon rubbed his forehead and raised his face. Crodia was staring at the two of them with squinted eyes.

"Ah, that...that..." Mormon was speechless for a moment.

Crodia's eyes narrowed even thinner, and under the faint light, sweat was oozing from Mormon's forehead.

"Actually we're delivering goods to others." Snow interrupted suddenly. Mormon looked at Crodia's puzzled gaze and turned to Snow immediately agreed: "Ah, yes, yes! They're delivering goods to others. They're leaving us for dinner. After chatting for a while, you know that Snow couldn't see and was inconvenient to move, so he came back so late. Uncle, you suddenly appeared like this, scared me so much that I couldn't react, haha..."

"Oh, didn't Jessica go together?" Although Crodia was not asking about the late return, she still squinted her eyes.

"Well, they said there was something wrong, and the person would not be there in the afternoon." Mormon continued to reconcile.

Snow nodded: "I wanted to come out and get some breath, so I asked to follow me."

"Yes, yes. That, uncle, we are so late and we are tired, so let's say goodbye first, and uncle should rest early." Mormon took Snow's hand and walked towards Snow's residence. Crodia did not stop them.

But as soon as the two of them took a few steps, Crodia's voice rang behind her back: "Let's just say what you said is true, then you should know the fire tonight, right? More than two hours have passed. No matter how slow you walk, you won't get home at this time, right? So you really don't know where Jessica and the others are?"

Crodia took a deep breath. Although the fire had long been extinguished, she could still faintly smell the faint burning smell in the air.
Chapter completed!