Chapter 279 - Chapter 279: Chapter 269: The Most Important Thing to You (2/2)
Perhaps in another hour, he would win.
He finally could not resist the constant onslaught of sleepiness and could only turn his head to look at his daughter, saying, “Daddy needs to rest well, and you must not let anyone in before tomorrow, okay? Baby.”
The little girl nodded and obediently said, “Okay, Daddy, I understand.”
Upon waking up, everything would be fine—perhaps he really would get that pound of Gold, the anxious and fearful man longed to sleep, because as long as he fell asleep, he wouldn’t have to continue worrying.
As in ordinary days, as long as he was drunk, all the bad things in reality would disperse like smoke and clouds.
As long as…
Eventually, the middle-aged man deeply entered the realm of dreams.
Unconsciously, he felt an icy coldness on his face, a sensation of dampness.
“Ah!”
The middle-aged man suddenly awoke and sat up, only to discover in shock that it was his daughter standing beside him, crying!
“Sob…”
The tearful young girl looked at her father, clutching some coins in her hand, and said in distress:
“Daddy, you’ve been working so hard outside, earning so much money, and you’ve even got injured, but I can’t help you at all, I feel so useless.”
“Can you, can you stop getting hurt, Daddy.”
She looked at her father with heartfelt pleading in her eyes.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Daddy, even if we don’t have bread to eat it doesn’t matter, I can eat beans.”
He numbly touched the tears on his face and was silent for a long time without speaking.
I…
All along, the middle-aged man had lied to his daughter, saying the money was earned from hard work, never admitting the fact that he was a thief.
She was proud of her father.
And she felt like a useless burden because of it.
But how could she be a burden?
Initially worthless himself, without a wife, family, or children, it was she who suddenly appeared at his doorstep, the infant in that snowy night, who gave him hope and courage…
It wasn’t I who saved her but she who saved me.
Then, he realized something terrifying!
He had lost the bet and was about to lose the most important thing!
The next moment, without warning, the middle-aged man saw the cloaked old man standing behind his daughter.
“You lost.”
His voice was extremely cold, devoid of even a trace of human emotion, as he slowly extended his scaled, aged palm and gently laid it on the young girl’s head.
In the depths of his heart, a profound fear unlike any before surged, and he suddenly stood up and screamed loudly!
“No, no, no, no, don’t! I beg you, give me another chance! No, no, no, no! Don’t!”
In the blink of an eye, the daughter’s body turned into a lifelike sculpture, still just as beautiful as when she was flesh and blood.
“Ah, no, no!”
The middle-aged man’s tears poured out crazily, as he embraced his daughter’s statue in agony, constantly pleading and repenting, hoping the cloaked old man would give him another chance.
“Hahaha!”
The cloaked old man laughed mockingly, paying no attention to the man.
The next moment, he pushed open the door and walked out, instantly transforming into a huge and powerful black dragon that took to the sky, leaving the city known as Rus.
——
Half a month later.
Dirty all over and completely insane, the middle-aged man cradled the statue of the young girl, muttering to himself as he sat on the street corner.
“Don’t, don’t… give me another chance… don’t…”
His eyes were vacant and lifeless.
He looked like nothing more than a corpse that yet moved.
Many people cast sympathetic glances, but ordinary people would steer clear upon seeing the sculpture, daring not to provoke the powerful Extraordinary Exponents or the unfathomable supernatural beings.
“This is the place.”
Two men emerged from the hustle and bustle of the street crowd, approaching the completely insane middle-aged man; one of the “old men” squatted down.
It was an “old man” with deeply etched wrinkles, a head full of snowy white hair, and eyes profound with wisdom.
And behind him stood a silver-haired, extremely handsome middle-aged man.
They were so distinctive, merely standing among the crowd highlighted their superior demeanor, inadvertently drawing the attention of all onlookers.
“Hello, I am Byrne Fischer.”
The “old man” smiled, his deep gaze fixing on the madman’s murky, confused eyes, as he continued:
“To get straight to the point, friend, I want to inquire about something… about a black dragon.”
“That old lizard did something quite intolerable to my father, too. We’ve been looking for him for decades… hoping you can help us.”
The insane middle-aged man remained unmoved, showing no reaction whatsoever. Byrne narrowed his eyes in thought.
It was only when Byrne whispered in his ear that he began to speak.
“Trust us, say all you know here, please understand one thing, it will be the only chance to bring your daughter ‘back to life’.”
Finally, a glimmer of lucidity emerged in the madman’s eyes.
“What, what did you say?”
“Can she really come back to life?”
Byrne slowly nodded, he who had been squatting down stood up again, standing beside Chris like an inscrutable mountain.
“At least, I can assure you that your daughter is not completely gone.”