During this time, Caesar Suwell always saw the elder standing alone on the hill.

It naturally has no way of knowing what the elder is thinking.

Is it the future of Arnold, or is it about conquering a hostile plane, or how to destroy those damn demon lairs?

Occasionally, Caesar Sewell would also have some absurd ideas:

It feels that the elder may be lonely.

Or maybe, every great existence is lonely.

At this time, Caesar Suwell felt a little satisfied.

At least sometimes, it has something in common with these great beings.

"What brought you here, child?"

The elder asked.

"I want to do something to help the elderly."

Caesar Suwell was stunned for a moment, and then said this.

"Go and have fun."

"I came not to bring corvée, but to fill the world with joy and hope."

"This is why you respect me..."

Yi Chun smiled, then stroked the forehead of the hybrid half-orc boy and said.

Caesar Suwell looked at the elder.

He had never seen from the elder's appearance what his father had said about the majesty and inviolable sanctity of the gods.

But if gods really exist, they should look like this.

God is a burden.
Chapter completed!