Kill?!
Smith's breathing grew even more rapid.
He was far from stupid, and the moment Qin Ran spoke, he understood what Qin Ran meant.
Eliminate the danger before it arrived.
Destroy the enemy before they struck.
This was undoubtedly the best way to handle things.
But his strength...
Smith knew his own limits very well. Against ordinary people, his Bloodkin gifts might give him an enormous advantage. He could even easily defeat Bloodkin with little talent. But against truly gifted Bloodkin, he would not stand a chance.
Let alone those Bloodkin who held noble titles.
But if he did nothing and the scene Qin Ran described really happened again, what would he do?
Beg someone else for help again?
Even if others were always willing to help him, who could guarantee that the people he cared about would remain safe in a situation that could change in an instant?
And more importantly!
Instinctively, Smith turned to look at the little girls eating silently with their heads lowered.
The hesitation in his eyes gave way to resolve.
Some things only needed to be experienced once.
Never a second time!
"I understand."
Smith nodded slightly.
"No, you don't."
Qin Ran shook his head, then handed him a crumpled piece of paper he had prepared earlier.
"I've written down a few things that will help you."
"As for what you do?"
"That's up to you."
With that, Qin Ran ended the conversation.
He watched Smith take care of each little girl and bring them upstairs to rest, without saying another word to him.
Because Qin Ran knew very well that he had nothing more to say.
Smith's mixed blood had doomed him to isolation, but that isolation had also made him long for companionship and warmth. Once he found that warmth, he would