Chapter 1184: Accepting a low-level black orc as a dog

"hungry?"

"Eeyah~Eeyah~"

Looking at the pouting baby, Titus' expression did not change at all. He raised his hand, bit his finger, and put it into the baby's mouth.

The baby held Titus' fingers in his two little hands and began to suck them.

After a few minutes, the baby released his hands, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"To keep it, or..."

Having said that, Titus had already made up his mind. He waved his hand to gather all the corpses in the small tribe together and set them on fire.

Looking at the flames rising into the sky, Titus, holding the sleeping baby in his arms, left the place without looking back and walked into the depths of the prairie.

Three days later, Titus stopped temporarily on a small hill 300 kilometers north of the Great Snow Mountain, planning to give the baby in her arms to a family when he grew older, and then continue to explore the truth of this world.

Half a month later, in the early morning, the baby called out "Dad" for the first time. Titus sat by the bed for a long time and finally named the child Lin. Her full name is Lin Titus.

As time passed, Lin grew up, and Titus forgot his original plan and settled down on the hill.

A graceful cat-girl came to Titus, squatted down, looked into his eyes, and asked again: "Father, did you really pick me up?"

Titus, who was carving a wood sculpture, heard Lin's question and replied without even looking up: "Yes, I picked you up."

The cat girl was somewhat pleased to hear this answer, and asked again: "Where did you pick it up from?"

"Under the snowy mountains," Titus answered again.

"Then you and I have no blood relationship."

"No."

"So do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"Can I be your wife?"

"No."

"Then why did you pick me up?"

"I want to pick it up and raise it. It has nothing to do with you."

When Lin heard this unchanging answer, she stood up, looked at her father who was concentrating on carving the wood sculpture, and pounced on him.

When Lin came into contact with Titus, he flashed and disappeared from the wooden bench.

"Plop-dong——"

Looking at the girl falling on the stone slab, Titus ignored her and continued to focus on his own affairs.

"Father, you're like this again."

Lin said as she sat up from the ground and looked up at Titus, pouting.

After glancing at Lin, Titus came to a big tree nearby, leaned against the trunk, and continued to carve the wood sculpture in his hand, ignoring his daughter who wanted to have fun.

"Father, if I am gone, will you miss me?"

"No," Titus replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Lin replied with a somewhat lost tone: "I know, father."

Seven days later at night, Titus suddenly opened his eyes while lying on the wooden bed, walked to the window, looked at Lin who kept looking back, and said nothing, just quietly watched her leave.

When Lin's figure disappeared from sight, Titus returned to the wooden bed, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Early in the morning, Titus came to the courtyard as usual, selected a piece of wood, and began to carve.

Spring goes and autumn comes, time passes quickly.

Since then, Lin has returned to visit Titus every three years.

The first time it was two people, then three people, then four people, five people, six people...

Since when, the number of people going to the hill began to gradually decrease, from dozens of people to three, two, one, until finally no one came.

Standing under the towering trees and looking at the scenery below the mountain, Titus had a hint of memories in his eyes.

"It's time to leave."

As the words fell, the wrinkled skin slowly fell off, revealing baby-like skin.

The white hair gradually turned blue, the loose clothes were torn apart by the wind, and a black suit appeared behind him, automatically dressing Titus.

Close your eyes and feel the true meaning of truth and falsehood.

Time passed bit by bit, and the illusion world began to slowly collapse with Titus standing at the point where he was standing.

"It's amazing that he actually solved the mystery of the illusion."

Above the sky, Weilin sighed, then left this place and returned to the outside world.

Opening his eyes and looking at Titus who was slowly waking up, Weilin lowered his right hand that had been raised.

Looking at the black orc in front of him, the idea of subduing the other party emerged in his mind.

After a moment, Titus opened his eyes, sat up from the ground, and looked at the black-haired human standing not far away. His eyes were calm, without any fear.

"Verin Axe, that's my name."

Hearing the name, Titus looked up at Weilin, then stood up and answered, "Titus, a wandering black orc."

"Hahaha."

After hearing Titus's self-narration, Weilin laughed and said, "Titus, are you interested in working for me?"

Upon hearing this, Titus stared into Verin's eyes and asked fearlessly, "If I choose to accept it, what can you give me?"

"I can't give you anything." Weilin shook his head and said, "Everything depends on you to fight for it."

Having said that, Weilin raised his hand, palm up, and condensed a picture with his fighting spirit.

Looking at the scene in his memory when the illusion was broken, Titus was silent for a moment, then he said: "You are right, I need to fight for everything myself."

"If you don't mind a foreign general pledging allegiance to you, I can choose to follow you. As long as you don't backstab me, I will always obey your orders."

After saying this, Titus knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully.

Looking at the low-level Black Orc warrior in front of him, Weilin waved his hand to help him up and said, "In half a month, a group of Black Orc prisoners will be sent here. You can go and choose your subordinates."

"In addition, you and your new followers will also abandon your original beliefs."

"Sir, what is your belief?" Titus asked upon seeing this.

"I am from the Kingdom of Ilia, and I am also a Knight of the Eternal Light. You are free to choose."

"My subordinate understands."

Weilin took out a mask from his space ring, threw it to Titus, and said, "From now on, you will wear this mask and call yourself my servant."

"From now on, I will be your attendant."

Titus took the mask and put it on his face without hesitation, then answered.

"Someone is coming."

"marshal."

Two silver-level mid-level knights entered the tent and bowed.

"Have Speaker Pragon register Titus for military service, then carve out a closed camp on the left side of Kisilin Camp and hand it over to him."

"Yes, Marshal."