His changing expression seemed to indicate that he was undergoing some fierce struggle in his heart.
But in the end, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if he had made a decision.
He suppressed all the gloom on his face and looked at Poincaré calmly, "Yes, it's all your wishful thinking. I just need a dragon-slaying master who is easy to deal with."
"That's why I trained you since childhood, so that when you come to slay the dragon, I can easily kill you. After all, I know exactly what skills you have and what your temperament is. It couldn't be easier to take care of you."
Wang Chen and the other three looked at each other in shock.
Raised since childhood? It turns out that the relationship between Noves and Poincaré is more than just colleagues in the alliance?
In Wang Chen's previous imagination, he had always thought that these two people only met after Poincaré joined the Dragon Slaying Alliance, or at least entered Kelfang Vanity Fair.
But I never thought that they actually had a deeper connection.
From what Wang Chen and the others knew from hearsay, Poincaré was probably a young boy from an ordinary peasant family, who had climbed up to the top of Nostia's vanity fair step by step, like fighting monsters and upgrading.
To be honest, this period of his life is somewhat legendary and quite inspiring.
But as Poincaré questioned Novois and Novois questioned Poincaré's words, Wang Chen and the others gradually pieced together another less inspiring story.
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Poincaré, who was born in a farm family, lost the love of his parents from the age of one or two, and lived in a family that was indifferent to each other.
This may be because he is the third son in the family.
There were two older brothers before him. The eldest brother was also the first son of his parents, so his parents loved him the most.
It is a pity that the eldest brother died when he was about the same age as Poincaré.
And his second brother is a smart and precocious child.
Because of his extraordinary memory, he is known as a child prodigy in his village.
Therefore, he was also favored by his parents. When the second brother was in his teens, they sent him to be an apprentice to a pharmacist in the city.
The smart second brother is indeed outstanding in pharmacy.
He soon became one of the pharmacist's most valued disciples.
But his arrogance soon outweighed his actual talent.
When prescribing a medicine to treat a patient's illness, he actually modified the pharmacist's formula on his own initiative and added many ingredients that he thought would have miraculous effects.
After the customer took the medicinal liquid mixed with this formula, he died.
That guest had quite a bit of energy in that city, and his family took care of the officials and sentenced the second brother severely.
The second brother, who had "taken good care" of him in prison and was never physically strong enough, was tortured to death in prison.
Poincaré's parents once again lost their hope of having a successful son.
At the same time, they seemed to have lost hope for life.
They become numb, no longer pay attention to the growth of their children, and treat their own lives in a hazy manner.
It seems that people live to deal with everything around them.
Even if Poincaré did something good, they were very indifferent and never praised Poincaré much.
Instead, they would tell Poincaré nonchalantly, don’t be too good, otherwise God will take you away. Your brothers were taken away.
Poincaré was ignorant and under the influence of his parents, he became repressed and hid his nature. He was always the most taciturn among the children.
He grew up like this, and when he came back to his senses, self-repression had become engraved in his bones. He developed a character of low self-esteem and never felt that he could do anything well or achieve anything.
The only thing worth mentioning about him is his natural affinity for animals, whether they are domestic dogs running around in the fields or squirrels climbing up and down in the mountains and forests.
When seeing him, he will neither bark nor run away. Instead, he will come to his side and approach this human being affectionately and curiously.
Thanks to this ability, his bleak childhood was somewhat comforted. When other children were playing and playing in groups, he preferred to run into the mountains and forests.
Although he is only a child, he is at ease in the mountains and forests.
He has never encountered any danger in the mountains and forests. Even if a lone wolf from a group sees him, after a brief vigilance, he will wag his tail into a ball in front of him and lick his hand with his tongue.
Therefore, wandering around in the mountains and forests is his most relaxing enjoyment.
He doesn't have to think about the indifferent faces of his parents, nor does he have to worry about the crowds from the children in the same village.
He only had to play with these dumb friends, help them groom, pull out the scraps of flesh between their teeth, and bathe them.
These are all things he can do effortlessly.
Soon, the adults in the same village knew about this magical thing about him.
So not long after, the lord who was in charge of their village sent someone to take him away.
The euphemistic saying is that he is a natural genius who cannot be buried, and the lord educates the people.
But in fact it is nothing more than a forced human trafficking.
He was taken away in a hurry and left without time to grab anything.
My parents stood in front of the door of the dilapidated hut, holding a small bag of coins in their hands, their eyes filled with numbness.
Then he suddenly understood something and put down the hand that was beating the lord's guard on the shoulder.
He was five years old that year.
He was taken to the lord's mansion. Frankly speaking, the living standard here was much better than that in the village.
He has several sets of decent clothes of his own, but there are several poor families in the village who only have one pair of trousers, and whoever wants to go out wears that pair of trousers.
In the morning he was given a large glass of freshly milked milk and a large piece of wheat bread.
In the evening there are chunks of bacon and piping hot broth.
The milk in the village can only be drunk by newborn children, and when the mother has no milk, it must be used for other purposes at other times.
It would have been nice for Poincaré to drink a glass of milk every week, and the only food he could eat was black bread that smelled musty and bitter.
Not to mention meat, you may not be able to eat it even once throughout the year. The only fishy smell is probably the bits of oily star seeds floating on the wild vegetable soup.
It should be said that Poincaré's life in the lord's mansion basically had nothing to complain about.
Except for his little job.
He was asked by his lord to perform animal shows in front of his family, sometimes picking up boules with the dogs.
Sometimes he lets mice dance on his palms.
They are all jobs that are not worth mentioning compared to the tiring farm work.
He thought he would live like this forever, until one day his special qualities were disgusted by the lord.
Then he will be kicked out of the mansion and return to the village to die alone with the old dog.
