The light in the room is all warm-toned.

The elderly don't like too bright.

Therefore, the light in the room is dim yellow.

This is especially true for goblins.

Goblins don't like light by nature.

When they once owned the mining kingdom, they used the mines to build their own houses, streets, and trenches.

But that was more than eighty years ago.

More than eighty years...

Andy Timothy gently covered the old man with the quilt.

His great-great-great-grandmother.

Liva Timothy is already quite old.

The lifespan of goblins is much longer than that of humans.

Maybe twice as much, maybe three times more.

Very few goblins die well.

For this race, they are either seeking death or on the road to death.

Maybe the old man in front of me also had the experience of wandering when he was young.

But no one remembers it anymore.

The most profound thing in Andy's memory is that this old man was always willing to hold him and comfort him.

Andy knows it himself.

I have always been very vulnerable.

His emotions are always like a taut spring, hovering on the edge of collapse as the outside world suppresses him.

The old goblin is his most important support in this world.

It is also the most important and important existence in his mind, besides revitalizing the name of Timothy.

She is old.

Especially in the past few days, she has always been sleeping for a long time.

Andy didn't see her during the entire festival.

She is very tired.

Andy didn't know how long he stared at the old goblin's sleeping face.

He stood up slowly and turned around to leave.

The old goblin needs to rest, no matter how much he wants to tell the old goblin that he will revive Timothy's name.

An old and tiny voice sounded from behind, causing the limping goblin to stop.

"Andy..."

The little goblin turned his head.

The wrinkled old goblin stood up slightly from the bed and reached for the place where he usually kept his glasses with his palms, but found nothing.

Andy picked up the glasses that the old goblin accidentally threw on the ground and handed them to the old goblin's hands. He lowered his voice and said softly:

"it's here."

The old goblin struggled to take the glasses. Her eyes were cloudy and unclear. Even with the glasses on, she couldn't clearly see the face of the person in front of her.

But she knew that in front of her was her most adorable and lively little grandson.

She gasped lightly and said, "It's so similar..."

Andy leaned on the bedside and held Liva's hand tightly.

The old man is very tired.

Saying a few words is her limit.

Andy didn't speak, he listened quietly to the old man's words.

The old man's eyes fell into reminiscence:

"You are very similar to your grandfather... Andy, when I picked you up from that room, I thought there was no one left in your family... But you were like a little adult, holding a book and

Reading in an empty room...

Your grandfather is like this, he is always fragile, but he pretends to be mature... He is a genius, but he is still different from you. He will never have responsibility in his heart... In fact, it is a good thing to have no responsibility..."

Andy gently stroked the old goblin's rough palm.

Liva hadn't spoken to him like this for several days.

She'll get through it.

For elderly goblins, winter is the time when they are least energetic, but Andy believes that his grandmother can survive it.

She's been through it many times.

This time there will definitely be no exception.

"Andy, are you still there?" Liva stood up gently. After the blurry shadow appeared in her eyes again, she felt relieved and her body relaxed.

Goblins are not social creatures.

Goblins rarely have a sense of family.

Goblins have no sense of honor or shame.

It is difficult for goblins to reach their old age, and it is even more difficult for goblins to be taken care of after they reach their old age.

I am lucky.

My little grandson is a special case.

Like his grandfather, he has a passion as hot as fire, but he is also different from his grandfather. He knows how to repay kindness and he knows responsibility.

He is a unique and special goblin.

"In the past few days, I have been dreaming about that time, when your grandfather was still here..."

With a smile on her face, Liva slowly said:

"That catastrophe left a deep impression on every survivor... There were explosions and deaths everywhere, and the screams quickly disappeared because those who dared to scream disappeared... I saw it in my dream

When it comes to you...and your grandfather, you changed the ending..."

The old goblin's voice became lower and lower.

Her body became soft, and the palm holding Andy gradually loosened her grip.

Andy put his palm under her nose, and there was a shallow flow of air flowing through her.

She just fell asleep.

Andy knew that the old goblin had experienced that disaster.

At that time, she was not that old.

It will be a good dream.

The little goblin stood up, stood on tiptoes with great effort, and straightened the old goblin's quilt.

He walked out of the bedroom.

Sit on a table and chair.

His bodyguard stood there faithfully, with reports one after another on the table.

Andy's eyes lightly scanned these reports.

Goblins' understanding of machinery is no worse than humans, or even much better.

Those money-hungry guys gather in the shadows wherever money can be made...

Under the temptation of money.

As long as these guys can see money, they can unleash terrifying power.

Many goblins died under the temptation of profit...the extra money can be given to other goblins, making those goblins even crazier.

A batch of machines have already been completed.

Taken away by those nobles.

This will be their secret, no one will make it public, these things will be buried in the old houses of those nobles, because the spells they unfold are all order spells, and the Paladin cannot detect their essence unless they are close to those machines.

Those nobles are too rich, really too rich.

As long as he gets these primitive accumulations, he can turn around and become a real big businessman.

As long as those nobles can be kept from going back on their word... they are indeed on the same boat. No matter who talks about it, everyone will die, because under the holy light of the Holy Knight, no heretic can survive.

Andy is indeed weak... Maybe he can get those nobles to take action.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

His eyes swept over the old diary.

The greatest Timothy... He must be the greatest Timothy, Andy thought silently in his heart, he was very close to his goal.

…

The eyes are already buried.

Ken buried his eyes on the two escorts. As long as the bear-like man appeared, he would know.

Ken slowly sat down on the edge of his bed. He did not offer sacrifices before going to bed as usual.

He will not take any more sacrifices from Emilia until he has fully recovered.

In Emilia's case, the level of attention he received was too high, and he could no longer continue to sacrifice until his human anchor point was increased or strengthened.

He opened the ancient books of the Lucas family again.
Chapter completed!