20. Sweet dreams tonight

Abel's face showed anger:

"I've already given you the house, what more do you want?"

Hewitt retorted:

"No, no, no, Mr. Abel, you've returned the house that belonged to me. To say such things is really funny. Is this the Pure White Knight's Apprentice?"

The fat man beside them was completely stiff, considering where he should pick his grave.

But Lisa beside him was very happy. If Hewitt bought the house, she would get a bonus. After all, she didn't sleep with clients, so earning her sister's tuition depended on luck. She didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Unable to bear it any longer, Abel sneered and threatened:

"You dare insult my teacher, you and your little thing need to have a stay in jail."

Hewitt shook his head:

"Do the current Knight Apprentices no longer follow the Knight's Code? Insulting women and children, and never losing their temper is also broken."

Abel was surprised:

"You know the Knight's Code?"

But Abel thought that the other party was an internal member of the Knights, but upon reconsideration, now which of the Knights would take the Knight's Code seriously? He probably just heard about the code somewhere.

Hewitt pretended to be angry:

"I was originally planning to discuss a big deal with the Pure White Knight. Now it seems that the Primordial Flame can consider renovating the church."

Upon hearing this, Abel was really a bit flustered. The Primordial Flame getting funds was not a bad thing for him, but more importantly, if George knew that it was he who let the money flow from the Knight's Order to the Primordial Flame, his position in his teacher's heart would greatly decline.

For a moment, Abel even wanted to kill everyone present, but reason told him this could not solve the problem. He could only take a few deep breaths, put on a smile, and look at Hela:

"I'm sorry, little sister, big brother's words were a bit impolite just now, I apologize."

Hela looked towards Hewitt, asking his opinion.

Hewitt nodded and put on a satisfied expression:

"If that's the case, maybe consider letting the Knight's Order and the Primordial Flame talk about business together."

Hewitt never intended to negotiate only with the Knight's Order. Since making money, he naturally wanted to make everyone's money.

"By the way, I have not yet asked for your name."

"My name is Lite, and this is my niece Alice." Hewitt pointed to Hela.

Abel revealed a warm and gentle smile like a spring breeze:

"Nice to meet you."

When Abel left and no one was around, Hela looked at Hewitt:

"Is Alice my new name?"

"Just a pair of fake names. I have to do something here. During this time, I want you to call me Lite in front of others as well."

Lite was a fake identity, and he could discard it once he had the Heart of the Frost Giant.

Hela seemed to have some difficulty accepting the change of names:

"Alright, Hew...Lite."

Hewitt brought little "Alice" into the villa, letting Hela look around the house while he went alone to the courtyard.

He took out a small white wax twig from his pocket and stuck it in the empty ground, squatting down in front of it.

"Thrasir, why do troubles keep finding me even when I do nothing?"

The twig swayed gently.

"Why do people keep climbing up? Is it for peace of mind? But in reality, the probability of death on the path of growing stronger is far greater than in an ordinary life.

"Is it for enjoyment? Fine wines, beds, power - these things were once so easily attainable for me, but I was too lazy to give them a second glance."

The twig shook again.

"Indeed, the feeling of sitting high in the clouds is fascinating. However, this is no longer our era. To put it nicely, I am a mysterious, unidentified stranger; to put it plainly, I'm just an old man who's been left behind by the times.

"On the other hand, even if I were just an ordinary demon hunter, killing some unintelligent monsters, they would still come after me, digging out my heart and burying it who knows where.

"I don't even know those guys. If I weren't the first target, the world would probably already be ravaged by demons."

Hewitt sighed softly. The dim sunlight scattered on his body, and the white wax twig leaned gently on him, comforting the demon hunter with its actions.

The girl pushed the door open and saw several green branches sprouting next to a small tree, gently supporting the sleeping demon hunter.

The girl didn't know what kind of past Hewitt had, nor why he would lend her a helping hand, but she knew that it was he who saved her from that dark place.

It wasn't the woman who broke the cage, not the scam artist she met on the road, and not the countless people who ignored her, it was Hewitt.

Hewitt didn't dwell on her past. As long as she showed an unwilling expression, Hewitt never asked her again. Hela knew that Hewitt was waiting for her to talk about it herself.

But she had already decided that she would never speak unless Hewitt asked again.

If Hewitt left her too, she would have nothing left.

The girl tiptoed back into the house, holding a bundle of cotton that was even larger than her, slowly approaching Hewitt, and gently laying it on him.

The girl returned to the house, dragged out a slightly smaller cotton bundle, and flopped down next to Hewitt. She quietly crawled in and revealed a contented smile.