"Besides a hot-blooded spirit, you have nothing else. Forget it, you wouldn’t understand."
Kenneth sighed and then walked in front of Potterla.
"Let help seal her bloodline, then it will be your turn," Kenneth said casually.
"Just help her," Yield exhaled.
"I don’t need it."
"What?" Kenneth looked at Yield bewildered, "Your situation is more severe than hers. If you don’t take asures soon, it won’t be long before you are consud by the world’s power."
"I know, but this is for the best."
Yield gave a bitter smile, "You don’t know Potterla. Doing this, even if it’s to save her life, she will never forgive ."
"She will not only distance herself from but might even draw her weapon..."
"Perhaps it’s for the best; having lost her child and been betrayed by her lover, if she feels no hatred, she will lose the will to survive in this world."
Yield tightened his face as he carefully observed his wife’s statue.
"Her power is unique. In the end, I cannot escape her tracking; by then, I will surely die at her hands."
He shook his head.
"A woman who kills her husband, once her great vengeance is avenged, what else could she possibly have?"
"Truly nothing at all."
"By that ti, a despairing person, one who loses the will to continue living, can only embrace death."
Everyone was slightly moved.
It was unexpected that this seemingly simple and rough man could think of so much in such a short ti.
"With her bloodline sealed, her body will gradually weaken; it’s a process, and by then, the child’s death will be inevitable."
Yield looked at Mina.
"Take care of her for , don’t tell her what I just said, let her think I escaped from White Winter City and am living sowhere in this world."
"Once she regains her strength, she will surely co looking for , but by then, I would have died in so unknown place."
"She will keep searching, keep searching. All I can hope is that ti will erode everything, allowing her to live a little longer during the long search."
Yield’s eyes were already filled with a resolve to die.
"Have you thought about her feelings?" Mina’s face softened slightly, "The path of revenge is painful."
"Here, living a longer life is already sothing to be grateful for." Yield smiled.
"There is not much I can do, especially now; I can’t hope for a perfect solution."
After hearing his words, everyone’s eyes on him underwent a dramatic change.
People didn’t understand Potterla’s character, nor did they know if Yield’s predictions would co true. Perhaps this woman, after her despair, would co to her senses and gradually forgive Yield.
But this simple man chose the most desperate path, willing to sacrifice himself for the hope of Potterla’s survival.
Regardless of right or wrong, this courage and resolve were enough to move everyone.
"Let it be, I entrust the remaining matters to you!"
Yield bowed.
But just as he was about to leave, a calm voice erged from the crowd.
"Actually, you don’t have to do this."
Roger stepped out from the crowd.
"I can help you."
"You?" Yield looked puzzled.
Roger smiled, "I ntioned before that if you were willing to tell the details, I might be able to help."
"Now I am quite sure you don’t have to leave. Well... it may require temporarily sealing the bloodline, but I think you rejected Potterla’s request not because of the burden of the child, but because you don’t want to lose your wife."
"In this matter, I can help."
"I can guarantee that your wife can safely give birth to the child without sacrificing your life."
"If that’s the case, are you willing to try?"
Roger’s words stunned everyone, and after a brief silence, the hall buzzed with discussion.
"Who is this guy?"
"It’s the newcor who was just introduced," soone responded.
"But even Lord Kenneth thinks this is an impossible situation. Is he stronger than Kenneth?"
"Maybe he hasn’t grasped the situation?" soone proposed another possibility.
If it were in other worlds, even under the suppression of world rules, there would be many ways to solve the current predicant.
But here, bloodline power is almost antagonized by world rules.
Even if they had thods, using their power would be tantamount to suicide.
"Do you know what you’re saying?"
Yield clenched his fists.
"If you deceive and cause Potterla’s death because of this, I promise I’ll make you pay a heavy price!"
Even before the words were fully spoken, he shook his head violently.
"Impossible, not even Lord Kenneth can do this, you must be lying to ."
"I don’t believe you!"
"Being powerful doesn’t an everything."
Roger walked up to Yield. The emotion between this man and his wife was sincere, although extrely intense due to his personality. Such a person was worth saving.
"I have so special research on the body."
A sharp nail glided over, the exquisite clothing on his upper body splitting in the middle, revealing Roger’s thin chest.
"If conditions permit, the process of gestation doesn’t necessarily need to be completed within the mother’s body."
As he spoke, he sliced open his own chest and plunged his hands inside.
"Oh my god, what is he doing?" Mina gasped, covering her mouth.
Crack, crack, crack.
Roger wasn’t keen on exposing any powers, and just as he said, even if he were to pin Kenneth down and rub him on the ground,
the impact wouldn’t necessarily be as strong as what was unfolding now.
Amidst the screeching sounds, Roger pried open his own chest, displaying the insides of his body to everyone.
"Look, at the very least, regarding bodily research, I should surpass everyone present."
There was no pain. While Roger toyed with the weird structures inside his body, he maintained a smile.
Honestly, even though there wasn’t any strong energy fluctuation on him at the mont, the shock caused by casually playing with his own organs left everyone speechless for a long ti.
So people’s gazes towards Roger even carried a faint fear.
Sotis intimidation doesn’t necessarily co from sheer power.
And at this mont, Yield seed to understand sothing.
"You plan to place the child in your belly to help us cultivate it?"
Upon hearing this, Roger nearly couldn’t resist slapping Yield to death.
Clearly, he intended to assist out of goodwill, yet how did he arrive at such an odd conclusion?
"You’re overthinking it, but I have other thods."
Roger restored his body with a cold face.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the genuine affection between the couple, and the unborn child, why would he cut open his body for no reason?
Due to his special origin, Roger felt it was unlikely for him to leave his offspring in any world, but in such situations, he still lent a helping hand.
"It’s truly incredible, you’re not lying to , you surely aren’t!" Yield nodded continuously.
Honestly, what he needed now was just a reason.
After all, as long as there’s a glimr of hope, no one would want to abandon life.
"Lord Kenneth, please!"
Yield bent and saluted.
Kenneth didn’t say much, just cast a knowing glance at Roger, then he summoned his power to help Yield and his partner seal their bloodline one by one.
After completing all this, he slowly walked to Roger’s side.
"Although it’s a lie, it’s a benevolent lie. All that’s left is to hope in the coming ti they can resolve their differences and reconcile."
"A lie?" Roger was slightly taken aback.
"Others might not see through your trick, but on such matters, I won’t make a mistake."
Kenneth lifted his head proudly.
"The wisdom of the Silver Dragon is renowned even in the Supre Dragon Court."
"Your body modification should be so kind of alchemy, right? It looks truly exquisite, but it’s useless. It can’t solve the issues at the level of rules."
Kenneth spoke eloquently.
"However, since your intention stemd from goodwill, I’ve begun to like you a bit, hmm..."
After pondering for a mont, Kenneth spoke again.
"Today’s a good day for , so I’ll give you a chance, a chance to beco my follower."
Before he could finish speaking, from Roger’s perspective, he could only see Kenneth’s raised chin.
"I never admitted that what I said just now was a lie, did I?" Roger was speechless.
But just as he intended to say sothing, the Fate Coin placed in the Hunter’s Cabin suddenly began to tremble.
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