Chapter 842 Weather-Beaten Journal (2/2)

The little boy was holding his ha to

”Your father is a great man Remeht in your heart,” Lu Li said sincerely

”Of course reat man, but ould I listen to you? You're just a Thief I hate Thieves because you're so sneaky and cunning,” Tyran sneered in contempt

”Child, true honor is not defined by race or class, but by one's character Goodbye”

Lu Li patted the child on his head, stood up and left with a sense of sadness

Before he reached the dock, he heard two fisherle: ”Hal…”

Hal McAllister: ”What's up, Nat?”

Nat Pagle: ”I had the saht…”

Hal McAllister: ”Which one?”

Nat Pagle: ”The one where thousands of people looked down and mocked our dream from the sky It was like ere puppets controlled by the for their a us, even e're awake like right now…”

Hal McAllister: ”Shut up and fish, Nat”

It was a very weird conversation between the two fishermen Lu Li wanted to hear the drea

Nat Pagle: ”Hal…”

Hal McAllister: ”Yea, Nat?”

Nat Pagle: ”I had that dreaain…”

Hal McAllister: ”Which one?”

Nat Pagle: ”That one where I'm in Durnholde and Orc orc that Blackmoore keeps as his personal slave breaks out He ends up destroying the whole keep, Orcs we're keeping in the ca of Orcs Warchief or somethin'Crazy, isn't it?

Hal McAllister: ”Impossible!”

This wasn't the answer that Lu Li wanted, but his heart skipped a beat This was a prophecy about Warchief Thrall escaping fro of Orcs

Back then, no one had listened to Nag Pagle's dreale: ”Hal…”

Hal McAllister: ”Yea, Nat?”

Nat Pagle: ”I had that dreaain…”

Hal McAllister: ”Which one?”