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Suddenly, Qin Chu understood Zahar's mentality.
Perhaps, only nobles at the lowest rung like Zahar needed such so-called etiquette and decency to maintain their pitiful and fragile dignity.
"Karlin, can you close your eyes? Just for a little while, it'll be alright. I might need to clean up some trash," Qin Chu said to Karlin, suddenly gentle.
This girl, who was willing to speak for him after his execution, meant something completely different to Qin Chu.
Karlin nodded obediently, her eyes closing as told.
Qin Chu used magic power to block Karlin's hearing.
The next second, Qin Chu's gaze turned a stark silver-white, his pupils seeming to dance with silver flames, a gaze as piercing as ice ruthlessly sweeping across. Zahar's incessant chatter abruptly ceased as he felt an indescribable oppression, his heart aching as if it were being clenched tightly.
His face was contorted in agony.
From his throat came the pained howling of an injured wild dog.
