And he would introduce to Karen the other side of the world that ordinary people don't know about.
Then he would analyze which organization the man and the woman who got out of the car belonged to, and what responsibilities and rights they had.
When the explanation is over,
Grandpa sighs and stands up,
"Since we've talked about it, I won't deceive myself anymore. Die, Demon."
As for grasping people's hearts, Karen was a professional. He didn't want to dismantle his shield for his curiosity. This was far more dangerous than the last time he went to the basement to find Mr. Mozam for a "heart-to-heart talk".
Karen still knew the difference between being a dead man and looking for death.
"Meow..."
Karen lowered his head and found that Poll had crawled to the edge of the sofa.
Poll seemed listless these days, as if sick.
Karen reached out and picked up Poll.
