"We made it, brothers…"
"Preparing to enter a new event… Guess what it is?"
Kara's face flushed crimson, like the apple in Aunt Martha's basket.
Did this guy get kicked by a donkey in the head?
Who evaluates a girl's clothes like that?
What kind of look was that?
"You… you're crazy!"
Kara struggled for a long time, only managing to squeeze out that one sentence.
"Not crazy."
Ter-Rol grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
He leaned lazily against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, his whole posture loose and relaxed, yet exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Just a little thirsty."
He smacked his lips, his gaze sweeping over Kara again.
"Seeing how fresh and dewy you are, I suddenly feel like quenching my thirst."
Kara felt her head steaming.
What kind of lewd words were those!
Hooligan! Ruffian! Scoundrel!
Just as she was about to explode, Aunt Martha's gentle voice came from the kitchen.
"Children, what are you chatting about at the door? The apple pie is baked, doesn't it smell good?"
Martha walked out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming baking dish, a kind smile on her face.
The rich, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere at the door.
"Delicious! So delicious!"
Ter-Rol immediately changed his expression, his face overflowing with fawning smiles, and he scurried over.
"Aunt Martha, you are like my second parents! Your cooking, even a Michelin three-star chef would bow down to you!"
Kara watched, dumbfounded.
This guy changes his face faster than flipping a book!
Martha laughed heartily at his words, playfully nudging him with her elbow.
"You're such a sweet-talker! Go on, call Clark, dinner's ready."
"Alrighty!"
Ter-Rol responded with crisp enthusiasm.
As he turned and passed by Kara, he added in a whisper:
"I'll slowly quench my thirst with you later."
Kara stiffened, completely frozen.
This guy! He's not going to stop, is he!
At the dinner table.
The atmosphere was a little strange.
Ter-Rol, holding a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other, ate with both hands, devouring the food like a whirlwind.
He finished half a large apple pie in a few bites, his mouth stuffed full, yet he didn't forget to mumble praises.
"Mmm… Aunt Martha… so delicious… I feel like I'm in love!"
Martha watched him with a smile, as if looking at her own silly son who hadn't eaten for three days.
"Eat slowly, child, no one's going to snatch it from you."
Clark, sitting opposite, was a completely different picture.
The apple pie in front of him was almost untouched; he just held his fork, poking it around in the plate, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
He was still thinking about the cattle ranch theory.
Ter-Rol's twisted logic was wildly spreading in his mind, shattering the beliefs he had built over decades.
Kara, sitting next to Clark, also had no appetite.
She looked at the troubled Clark for a moment, then at the oil-mouthed Ter-Rol, her heart a mix of emotions.
She always felt that ever since this guy appeared, the peaceful life on the Kent farm was gone forever.
"Cousin."
Ter-Rol finally swallowed what was in his mouth and took a big gulp of milk.
"What's wrong? Is the apple pie not to your taste?"
He asked, knowing full well.
"You look like someone stole your wife."
Clark looked up, giving him a complex glance.
"Ter, I'm wondering, what exactly is the justice we uphold?"
"Pfft."
Ter-Rol almost spat out the milk in his mouth.
"Brother, we're eating, and you're hitting me with philosophical questions?"
He put down his cup, a look of disgust on his face.
"What justice or injustice, why do you think so much? Aren't you tired?"
"You just need to remember one thing."
Ter-Rol used his fork to spear Clark's piece of apple pie and directly pulled it over.
"Whoever has the bigger fist, that's justice."
"Whoever disagrees, beat them until they agree."
"See, how simple."
Clark was choked by his bandit logic and couldn't speak, so he could only lower his head again, silently poking his empty plate.
He felt there was an insurmountable chasm between himself and Ter-Rol.
Kara couldn't hold back anymore.
"Stop filling his head with your twisted logic!"
She glared at Ter-Rol.
"You're harming him!"
"I'm harming him?"
Ter-Rol chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin, leaning back, and spreading his hands.
"Kara, you've got it all wrong."
"I'm enlightening him."
"He possesses the power to slaughter gods, yet he always wants to reason with ants. Is this kindness? No, this is stupidity."
"I…"
Kara wanted to retort, but Ter-Rol interrupted her.
He shoved the last bite of apple pie into his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Then, in front of everyone, he announced a surprising decision.
"Aunt Martha."
He looked at the kind-faced Martha.
"It's great here, with food and drink, and a soft bed."
"I've decided."
He grinned.
"I'll stay for a few days."
The air instantly froze.
Clark abruptly looked up.
The fork in Kara's hand clattered onto her plate.
Only Martha, after a moment of stunned, broke into an even brighter smile.
"Oh, good! That's wonderful!"
She clapped her hands happily.
"One more person, one more pair of chopsticks, the house will be livelier! I'll go tidy up a room for you right away!"
"Thank you, Aunt Martha! You are my god!"
Ter-Rol immediately stood up and gave Martha an exaggerated knight's bow.
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
Clark and Kara almost shouted at the same time.
Clark stood up, his face ashen.
"Mom! You can't let him stay! He's dangerous!"
Kara also became anxious.
"Yes, Auntie! If he stays here, he'll tear the whole farm apart!"
Ter-Rol looked at their agitated expressions and shrugged.
He put on a pitiful act, pointing at Clark and Kara.
"Aunt Martha, look at them."
"They're ganging up on me, not letting a poor, lonely relative like me eat here."
"My heart is broken."
Martha's maternal love instantly overflowed.
She immediately turned her head, her face stern, towards Clark and Kara.
"Clark! Kara!"
"How can you talk about Ter like that? He's our family too! Family should help each other!"
"It's not a big deal! So what if he's a bit boisterous? I was even more boisterous when I was young!"
Clark: "…"
Kara: "…"
The two looked at Martha, who had an "I'm not wrong" expression, and Ter-Rol behind her, who was winking at them. They felt a lump in their chests, unable to go up or down.
How did this family suddenly fall into his grasp?
Late at night, most of the lights in the farmhouse had gone out.
Ter-Rol lay alone on the roof, gazing at the moon.
"What are you thinking about?" Kara's voice came from beside him.
Ter-Rol turned his body, propping his head with one hand, his posture somewhat alluring.
"I'm thinking, how strong you all would be once all your restraints are removed."
Kara was very confused; this man was still the muscle-brained guy who only thought about fighting and eating.
He definitely had a split personality.
Ter-Rol, who had been looking comfortable, suddenly became serious, gazing in a certain direction.
"Oh? Not bad strength…"
Kara's heart skipped a beat; it was that expression again.