"More than a year ago, when I received the mission to come to Pan Yun Province to monitor you, His Grace the Duke happened to mention it to me."
"Oh, he was feeding the dog at the time, 'Old Grey,' you know it, that old dog whose tail fur is almost all gone and can barely walk."
"His Grace the Duke told me, you're just like it, no matter how many bone scraps are fed to you, your heart won't warm up, you'll just grow an increasingly large appetite and courage."
"Like you, who seems to have some capability but is actually unfit for important use, just a master-biting wild dog, only fits to pick bones outside the castle for the Molton family for a lifetime."
Lawson broke down defensively.
Years of confusion finally found an answer, and the loyalty once offered to the family seemed so ridiculous at this moment.
As if hitting a sore spot buried deep in his heart, that face harboring gloom and anger became extremely hideous.
