At eight, she was at the age when flower buds blossomed—pure and beautiful.
In Emerich, Alvin saw a rare, dazzling spark of humanity!
Perhaps the Warhammer Universe was a cesspit, but there was no denying that many people still shone brightly, struggling with everything they had just to ensure their species endured.
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It was thanks to many people like Emerich that the Imperium had endured to this day.
Alvin instinctively reached out and ruffled his hair, his voice turning gentler. "You're a kind boy, Emerich."
"No, Mr. Alvin. You're the kind one." Emerich had an admirable character. His blue eyes were full of sincerity and gratitude. "If it weren't for you, Chris and I would have starved to death. I've always been grateful to you!"
It was rare to find a child so thoughtful. Though Alvin felt reluctant, there was nothing he could do.
Emerich was too stubborn, yet so sincere that he'd set his heart on the Iron Hammer Gang and Kolch.
But if Emerich hadn't been the sort to repay kindness, perhaps Alvin wouldn't have helped him in the first place.
Every cause had its effect.
Alvin sighed inwardly and pretended to reach into his coat, actually pulling out a small nugget of gold. "Take it as a little something from me. It's a birthday present for Chris. Be sure not to show it to anyone. You're smart enough to find a way to turn it into money."
That was all he could do for Emerich.
"No, Mr. Alvin, I..."
Feeling the heavy metal in his hand, Emerich hurriedly tried to refuse. "You've already helped me so much. I...I can't accept anything more from you. Please, you have to take it back."
"Don't you like what I gave you?"
Alvin deliberately furrowed his brow, pretending