Logan's heart was already dead.
After all, in his opinion, Maurice and Saber were already high and mighty people.
But in front of Tigger, he was like an ant.
He didn't even have the right to struggle.
He even understood why Tigger would let him go.
Because people like him didn't even have the right to let Brother Tigger speak.
The difference in status was too great.
Punishing himself would be a disgrace to Brother Tigger's status.
He watched helplessly as the hair and knife, who he had always been serving as the respected one, were easily dealt with, and his heart was already devoid of any hope of life.
However, when he saw William, he was once again unwilling to accept it.
"Why should I do that?"
A good-for-nothing who lived off a woman could talk to Brother Tigger, and even let Brother Tigger lower himself to tell a lie to absolve him.
As for himself, he could only be beaten up time and time again.
"Why should I do that?"