"Bandit, what are you doing?! Do you still want to act properly or not...? Let them go!"
The director hurried over and tried to pull Bandit Bartol away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge him.
Bandit's face was solemn, his honest expression completely gone. "Lorien is my friend. I can't let them take him away.
"Take one away today, then come for another tomorrow. Do you really think this place is a pig farm? Even if it is, you still have to pay, right?"
Bandit wasn't protecting Lorien merely because Lorien could let him enter dreams and relive the beautiful visions of his past. More importantly, Bandit owed Lorien his life from last night.
Though he was evil and enjoyed the thrill of hunting, he still knew how to distinguish between gratitude and grudges. Besides, these people had come to the film set to arrest someone, and they had been hurling all kinds of insults. He had been displeased with them for a long time.
Just as he was about to take Lorien back, William suddenly blinked his bright, glittering eyes. "How much does it cost to buy a Lorien pig?"
William actually pulled a wallet stuffed with bank cards and cash from his pocket and handed it over. "Lorien is the New Moon of the Lesion, you know. He's worth a lot of money! This is all I'll give you today. If it isn't enough, I'll come back tomorrow to make up the difference.
"I even signed an agreement with you. I guarantee I keep my word!"
I just didn't expect that Lorien, this taciturn fellow who only knew how to study medicine, could make a close friend in such a short time—someone even willing to stand up for him at a moment like this.