Rufus' POV:
Everyone fell silent, surprised by my words.
I pursed my lips and continued, "But because this wall was built by the ancestors of all the citizens here, I hope I can get your permission first."
Nobody dared speak. They all looked at me warily.
The sudden riot just now stained their faces with blood.
Even the well-dressed werewolves from inside the wall were not as clean as they were at the beginning. They stood among the werewolves outside the wall awkwardly, their clothes also stained with blood.
It was Geoffrey who had given them the opportunity to don such gorgeous clothes. He had created a sweet dream for them.
But no matter how wonderful their lives were, they had to wake up one day.
Today, I was determined to burst the aloof bubbles in their hearts.
And this wall was the beginning—and also the end—of everything.
"Will the vampires come to take revenge?" It was a boy who spoke. He was in rags, standing barefoot. Despite his dirty face, his eyes shone brightly with hope and humility.
"I also want to destroy the wall, but I'm really scared. I don't want to see anyone else die..." The boy couldn't help but sob. "Everyone in my family were killed by vampires. I'm the only one left. I'm really scared..."
His crying pained my heart.
It was a kind of desperate sadness from someone who had been through immense suffering.
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