"Cough, cough! That hurts! You little brat, be gentler!" Leo abruptly opened his eyes from unconsciousness, then immediately cried out in pain. The unforgettable agony of purging the curse made his entire body tremble. It had not been cleansed through light or holy skills, but forcibly expelled by a divine artifact. The sensation of having his flesh and soul torn apart nearly killed Leo.
"Uncle Leo! I never thought I'd live to see you again!" Apophis Breo wiped away his tears, sounding aggrieved. Heaven knew how hard the Junlin Family had struggled after losing its sixth-tier pillar... If king Roland had not remembered old ties and helped them, the entire Junlin Family might not even exist anymore. Without a sixth-tier powerhouse, anyone dared to trample on them. Apophis Breo felt like Wang Xia'er at New Year—worse off with every passing year.
"You foolish boy, and you're still crying at your age? This old man isn't dead yet!" Leo Braeu patted the arm of the child who was nearly thirty and weeping uncontrollably, trying to comfort him.
"You've done well, kid! You've even secured territory now! The king is someone who remembers old ties and still trusts our Junlin Family so much. What a pity, though. The family can no longer charge into battle for His Majesty as we once did!" Leo murmured.
"But after the Battle of the North, the Junlin Family owed the Lagrange Family nothing! We were people who bled dry and gave our loyalty for this empire. What we have now is only what we deserve!" Leo muttered to himself as he reclined against the hospital bed.
Apophis Breo did not comment, immersed only in the joy of his clan uncle's return. But Olaf and Dura wished they could plug their ears. Good lord! Were they really