Silent Court?
Though no cold wind blew through the backyard, Qin Chuan's hairs stood on end in an instant.
This name, which he both longed for and feared, had hung over his heart for months.
It was a strange feeling. Though he had never seen the Silent Court, merely hearing about it indirectly from Old Man and the others over this period had been enough to stir his emotions.
Old Man said the people of the Silent Court were all lunatics, murderous maniacs!
They did not seek wealth; they only took lives. They were even worse than raiders. At least raiders did it for money, but the Silent Court wanted no money—only lives.
Whenever Qin Chuan was beaten, he would hope for the Silent Court to come and kill Old Man and all those raiders.
Yet even as he hoped for it, he was afraid—afraid the Silent Court would kill him without a word as well.
This morning had been the time he most wished for the Silent Court to descend. He had even hoped they would kill the entire Clown Circus, himself included.
But now, that anticipation had become fear again, because he suddenly did not want to die.
Qin Chuan clenched his hand in his pocket, feeling the outline of the lollipop through the coarse cloth.
He took a deep breath and carefully approached Old Man's room, listening intently.
"Old Man, a moment's patience prevents greater ruin. That Silent Court is vicious. They're hunting down raiders everywhere. If we hadn't immediately abandoned our turf and disguised ourselves as a circus to perform all over the place, we'd probably have died long ago.
Isn't this pretty good now? Just endure a little longer. Once the Silent Court leaves, we'll be free."
"Endure? I'm Mountain-Ripping Wolf!!" Old Man's hand instantly