Killing Without Teaching Is Torture

The cold wind at night blew comfortably. His mind was clear and his forehead was cold.

The door was kicked open. Amidst the flames, Kang De strode out.

The wailing people were shocked. They looked up and saw a figure walk out of the light, his face, and body hidden in the dense shadows.

Flames shone on both sides, casting two illusory shadows that stretched to the sides behind them. From the perspective of these people, it was as if two shadow wings had opened.

They smelled something wrong.

It was very bad.

"I actually have a lot of logic to tell."

"I can say that I'm not from Goethe, nor have I enjoyed the wealth of your Goethe. I've never squandered the taxes you paid or exercised the right of a feudal noble, so I don't have any obligation to you."