When they heard Chen Cheng's babbling cries, both of them looked at the Chen Cheng in their arms. Then Hughes picked Chen Cheng up, tears at the corners of his eyes, and said:
"Child, I'm sorry. You may hate me, but remember that you have an exceptionally wonderful mother."
Hughes handed Chen Cheng over to Samlet, yet Chen Cheng's tiny hand clutched one corner of his collar with a death grip.
Perhaps he was gripping too hard. Hughes tried several times, but could not make him let go.
In the end, with a tearing sound, Hughes ripped off that corner of his collar.
"Sorry, Sam. The Crown Prince's growth and safety are in your hands."
Samlet wept as though a cuckoo were crying blood and solemnly swore a promise to Hughes.
Yet Chen Cheng did not know why, but his body and mind were utterly steeped in the grief of losing the parents of this life. By the time he recovered, he was already following Samlet down the road of flight.
This time, Chen Cheng did not marvel at Samlet's inhuman speed. His heart contained only hatred for those who had killed his parents.
Samlet moved swiftly, taking Chen Cheng with him as they evaded the pursuit behind them. Yet this time, Chen Cheng did not let out a single hungry wail along the way.
But in the end, they still stopped in that familiar forest, and Samlet went to find Cloud Leopard milk for him.
Looking at this scene, both deeply familiar and strange, Chen Cheng did not immediately drink the milk. Instead, he looked behind Samlet and babbled anxiously.
"Again... people."
Though the words were extremely unclear, Samlet still understood what he meant.
The next instant, Holmes moved like a ghostly phantom, his curved blade stabbing straight toward