Chief Judge: "..."
He felt he might be getting old. He was already starting to hear things.
"People willing to help others are all good people," Little Robot said earnestly.
"Well said!" Painter suddenly turned his head and looked at Mu Linsen, deeply moved, as though he had found a kindred spirit.
"My brother, you're the only one in all of North Mang who truly understands me. From today onward, you're my best brother!
"They always say you're stupid, but I know you're not stupid at all. Your intelligence just isn't obvious."
Mu Linsen blushed and scratched his head. Words like "brother" and "intelligent" were still far too overwhelming for him.
But feeling Painter's enthusiasm, he didn't want to leave it unanswered. He could only muster his courage and say, "You... don't be sad. One day, everyone will stop misunderstanding you and realize you're a good person."
Painter froze. "I'm not sad."
He really wasn't sad, even with everyone condemning him.
Anyone else would have either been upset or turned to the dark side...
But when Painter was the one everyone condemned, he felt nothing at all. He even found it a little funny. There was no special reason-he was simply used to it.
If everyone stopped misunderstanding him one day, he would actually feel a little out of sorts.
Besides, he knew perfectly well that... a lot of the time, he wasn't actually being falsely accused, though he always refused to admit it.
This time, Mu Linsen froze. "Then why..."
He pointed at Painter's painting.
"Oh, you want to know why I stopped painting?" Realization dawned on Painter, and he smiled. "Because while I was painting, I suddenly realized I was about to die."
Mu Linsen: "???"
Little Robot's eyes widened, his brain momentarily crashing.
But a second later,