He frowned and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"This guy, don't even want to cut me off, right? What did he experience? He awakened this kind of entry..."

Xia Xiu rubbed his chin, as if he had recalled some things, and then slowly said:

“Sel’s background is indeed a bit special.

He comes from a constitutional monarchy of the twenty-four kingdoms of Oaxaca, and he is one of the royal families."

"In other words, Sele Delaven is still a prince who lost his country..."

Turs' eyebrows were beating unconsciously for a moment and felt that the character of this son of the courtyard... might be very extreme.

The words of the Lord of the Courtyard continue:

"His country should not have collapsed. Although the middle-class national system of Oaxaca's twenty-four countries has encountered a financial crisis, it can only be maintained with sufficient economic reserves and royal regulation... Unfortunately, some people don't want them to survive."

Xia Xiu's tone was calm, but there was a hint of undetectable coldness.

"external force?"

Turs' fox ear moved slightly, keenly capturing the key information in the words.

Xia Xiu added:

"Some groups, mainly aliens and aliens, launched looting and encroaching on their countries when they were most vulnerable."

"These guys not only took advantage of the situation to rob, accelerated the economic collapse of Oaxaca, but also completely crushed their resistance in the military, leaving them without even a chance to breathe.

In the end, the entire country was completely swallowed up and turned into a part of the [Financial Street], and their territory... became an "financial ruin" that no one cares about."

Tules was silent for a moment, then rubbed his temples:

"No wonder he awakens this entry... His hatred is not in the ordinary sense at all, but an instinct that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

——He not only hates the Financial Street, but also hates all foreign races.

He was not swallowed by [Financial Street], it should have something to do with his father."

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, affirming Tours' guess:

"Yes. He is the only member of the royal family to be redeemed.

His father, the last king of the Minsk Kingdom, redeemed him as a private asset from the Financial Street before the country was destroyed, allowing him to survive."

Xia Xiu said this in a plain tone, as if he was just narrating a very ordinary transaction.

But Tours heard something deeper from it:

"In other words, he was bought back as a 'commodity', which is really a shame..."

Xia Xiu did not deny it, but just nodded slightly.

"And because of the mark of [Financial Street], his soul will be swallowed by it again after he commits suicide; but after coming to the courtyard, [Financial Street] will no longer have the right to belong to his soul."

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"Well, such a guy who is full of hatred and hates the financial street and foreign races has been recruited into the courtyard by Hope, approved by you, and even arranged to be on the high-level training list..."

He paused, his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but point his tail at himself.

"You still want me to lead him?"

Xia Xiu laughed softly, a faint light appeared in his eyes, and he said lightly:

"You guide him with Broly."

Touls stared at Xia Xiu suspiciously, his tone delayed a little:

“How to guide?

Let me tell him not to hate, not to hate, let go of his past obsessions and pursue the so-called transcendence?"

Xia Xiu smiled, shook his head gently, his tone calm and confident:

"It is impossible to let him let go of hatred. Our purpose is not to let him let go, but to make his hatred purer and more directional."

Tours narrowed his eyes and swept his tail gently over the back of the chair behind him:

“…So, what do you mean?”

The Lord of the Courtyard looked at Seer Draven in the curtain and said:

"His hatred is the source of strength; we cannot erase his hatred, but we can only restrain his hatred, so as not to be swallowed by hatred.

We don’t need to erase his hatred, but we need to let him control it, let him learn how to turn this hatred into fuel, and burn those targets that really need to be liquidated."

"His hatred should not be a ball of flames without direction, but a sharp sword that accurately penetrates the heart of the enemy."

Turs pondered for a moment and replied to Xia Xiu:

"...Okay, since it's your arrangement, Broly and I will 'teach' him."

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