Big Guy

"The Candlelight Society despises you, but why must you believe in the candlelight? The people of the surface hate you, but why must you be friendly to them?"

There was a trace of anger in Frey's voice.

"Why not charge out of this underworld and fight your way up to the Rhine? They oppress you, so make them bleed. They exclude you, so blast their homes to pieces as well. I'd like to see whether the blood flowing from those noble bodies of theirs is gold or silver!"

After saying that, Frey looked up at Little Bu and was surprised to find that a whole circle of people had gathered around him.

At some point, these Untouchables had stopped arguing. They had drawn close and were quietly listening to him.

Frey felt that he might have said a little too much, but he was still young. Gritting his teeth, he stiffened his neck and met the gazes of the people around him.

There was fear, surprise, disbelief, and doubt in those pairs of eyes. As Frey's gaze swept over them, many lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Yet some looked back at him with burning eyes, while quite a few sank into deep thought.

After a while, Little Bu's voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Frey, you said just now... Big Guy can keep me from being bullied?"

Little Bu's voice trembled slightly, but this time it was not from hesitation or timidity. Frey heard a hint of... excitement in it?

But as for that question...

Frey considered it carefully, then nodded. "I don't think that'll be a problem. Throughout the entire Lower Rhine—the surface, as you call it—I haven't seen any armed force capable of standing against it."

To be more precise, Frey had not seen any