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As Huihui attached to Naga, George, who was moving just a second before, slumped softly into the chair.
His body slowly slid down, steadied by Arthur.
Yesterday, Huihui had recounted Arthur's life story up to his combat abilities, eventually mentioning that he regarded George as a father.
Thus, the two were more like brothers than master and servant.
Although the poison had not been completely cleansed, it was no longer a serious issue, but his appearance was somewhat comical.
His mouth askew, his neck too seemed unable to straighten.
He hoisted George onto his back and approached Heine.
The eyes that were once filled with murder now held something more profound.
"You are very talented."
He spoke briefly.
Heine was startled.
"What?"
"You possess a great talent for being a warrior."
Heine instinctively wanted to laugh, but facing those eyes, he couldn't muster it.
He was serious.
