662 Chapter 433: Dune Lord's Transformation [1/2]



The Dune Lord swallowed the last piece of meat and put down the bowl in great delight and satisfaction.

The sand ruler saw the little boy with some baby fat. He surprisingly stared at the bowl that was cleaner than a dog's lick. The Dune Lord's old face instantly turned red.

It coughed lightly.

"Little fellow, thank you for the food. It brought me delight… Can you tell me your name?"

The little boy smiled shyly and scratched his head.

"Grandpa, my name is Wild Boar..."

"Wild… A boar?"

The response startled the Dune Lord for a long time when he heard it.

Dune City only gave this name to those illiterate farmers who worked in the countryside for their entire lives.

The ignorant farmers believed that the lower the name of a newborn child, the easier it was to raise them.

The emotions in its heart became increasingly subtle.

"Who gave you this name? Where are your parents?"

The little boy's eyes quickly dimmed.

"A group of bandits slayed them during the winter before last."

"Slayed by bandits?"

The Dune Lord was silent.

Situations like this were usual during a crisis. Nine and a half out of ten orphans had similar reasons.

The sand ruler did not delve deeper into the child's legal status.

"Then why did you appear in this city? This is the desert of death…"

The little boy blinked his eyes and said softly.

"The village chief said that the troop of the Rhino Empire was coming. We have to leave."

"After that, the village chief said was no war on the other side of the desert of death. There were vast areas of uncultivated farmland, so the village chief brought us along with the caravan."

"We encountered a sandstorm on the way, and a feudal lord saved us in the end."

As he spoke, he looked at the Dune Lord curiously.

"Grandpa, did the feudal lord save you also?"

"I…"

These words made the Dune Lord feel sparingly hurt.

'Why would he f*cking save me?

'I would have planned to rule the desert of death if it weren't for that bastard.'

However, the sand ruler swallowed its words when it glared at those innocent eyes of the little boy.

It forced a smile.

"That's right. I was also… His Lordship saved me."

These words were too contrary to its heart. That caused its face to twist.

The little boy thought the other party was sad, so he pretended to be an adult and comforted the Dune Lord.

"It's okay, Grandpa. When I first came to Twilight City, I was just as scared as you. It's been better since I got familiar with it. This city is the best territory I've ever seen. No one bullies me, and no one bullies Auntie Marie, Uncle Kevin, and the others… Everyone said Twilight City was the best territory they had ever seen!"

The little boy's eye sparkled as it spoke.

"I can eat my fill in Twilight City! And there's meat!"

The tone of the voice carried a hint of pride. That changed the Dune Lord's mood.

It couldn't care no matter how many praises one would sing and recite. It did not matter. However, these words came from the mouth of a seven or eight-year-old child. It felt something odd.

Was this what a territory should feel like?

Did it not take the right path by treating the ordinary residents as slaves and crazily exploited them?

The Dune Lord shook its head and collected thoughts.

It asked the little boy curiously.

"How much food can you distribute for free every day?"

"I can eat my fill!"

The little boy looked delighted. His eyes curved into crescents. Eating his fill was especially important to him.

"How many people your age are there in Twilight City?"

The little fellow rubbed his head in distress. Then, he counted his fingers and whispered.

"There is… More than a hundred people? Mr. Hunt mentioned it last time, but I forgot."

Dune Lord frowned.

"Mr. Hunt?"

"That's right."

The little boy raised his head and said with admiration.

"The lord appointed Mr. Hunt as our teacher. He is very knowledgeable. He even knows what the Ice Empire is like! Everyone respects Teacher Hunt…"

The Dune Lord looked at the other party's gaze and was indescribably unhappy.

Did he know that the Ice Empire could gain so much respect?

He couldn't be bothered to chat with the other party and continued.

"Everyone can get free food?"

"Not really. One would need to work to earn food once one reached 14."

"Twilight City could provide food for free below this age…"

The little boy spoke with some yearning.

"I hope I can grow up quickly. I also want to work and contribute to Twilight City!"

His face showed a hint of pride as it spoke.

"Now, we have to study and learn every day. His Lordship said that learning now is to become more outstanding people and contribute to Twilight City in the future!"

The expression of the Dune Lord changed sparingly.

It stared at the little boy's burning gaze. The Dune Lord finally understood what the little boy had been feeling.

Even a seven or eight-year-old child had such strong recognition and yearning for this territory. Then what about the others?

Its rule of enslaving the residents seemed so pale and powerless.

Those commoners only escaped, rebelled, and could not actively contribute to the territory. What a joke!

Even those supervising managers often fled…

Everybody was afraid of comparison.

"Grandpa, you can also go to the square to study at night. The feudal lord said that studying is the most glorious thing. I already know 200 words. Auntie Mari even praised me last time!"

"I love listening to Teacher Hunt talks about the Ice Empire."

The Dune Lord didn't know whether to laugh or cry.