"Wait a minute! Whatever the case, we don't have to execute you, do we?" Sheraya couldn't help but be startled and hurriedly pleaded.
"No, it's very necessary," the chef said. "I am no longer of any use to the Feast. What use is a chef who only goes mad, disrupts the Feast, and is suspected of poisoning? Isn't our practice always to eliminate those who serve no purpose? Right?"
Saying so, the chef looked toward Dick.
Dick's face was also looking rather ghastly. He said, "No, I was planning to eliminate the useless ones first, not keep eliminating indefinitely. At this point, we need more people to fight the werewolves."
"Dad!" Xi Yun also hurriedly said, "It's not your fault that Iron Brother died! No matter what, you don't have to die!"
