Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Firdened

The little boy immediately got up again, rushed over, and hugged one of the man’s arms, his little fists raining down on the man’s body like ineffective punches. “Get out, get out, get out

The boy agilely hooked one of the man’s legs with his own, hanging onto the man’s body and shouting, “Her husband will be back soon!”

He tried to scare the man away.

But the man, empty–handed and fearless, easily pulled the boy away and threw. him to the side.

The man’s wolf–like eyes locked onto Isabelle, his mouth uttering words too foul to bear, eagerly advancing towards her.

Isabelle’s hand under the blanket tightened around the short knife George left for her self–defence, her eyes flashing with cold determination.

Just as the guy was about to jump onto the bed, George came rushing back.

Before Isabelle could do anything, George landed a swift side kick, sending the guy flying to the side. Then, he grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pinched his neck, and yanked him away from the bed, slamming him hard against the wall.

The impact knocked the guy out cold in an instant.

George released him and hurried over to the bed, asking with concern, “You okay?”

He quickly pulled back the covers to check on Isabelle.

Isabelle softly reassured him, letting him know she was fine.

George went out to investigate the situation but didn’t find any trace of the Dark Shadow for the time being/Isabelle’s wounds were just starting to heal, so she tried not to move unless necessary. They could hide out here for another day if they had to.

So George decided not to leave and instead took care of the man’s body.

In the slums, losing one person and having one die didn’t raise any suspicions at

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little boy came and wiped away the bloodstains from

though his uncle wasn’t good to him. He was a bad person, but he

he was young, growing up in the slums had toughened him up to the harsh realities of life and death, so he

cleaned up the dirt from the floor, then glanced over at Isabelle in the bed, her

closed door, maybe to see

him and asked in Egnaric, “What’s your

boy told her his name, and Isabelle didn’t say anything

George

guy said to him with a guilty look, “Sorry, I couldn’t protect your wife. My uncle was a

eyes, he finally said, trying to comfort him, “You did your best, kid. You’re pretty brave.”

feeling a bit relieved as

emotion, “Once we’re out of danger, let’s send someone to take

thing, I’ll do as

the small house.

little guy slurped up a bowl of noodles like they were the best thing

his bowl, munching away while watching George

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did you and your wife get

little guy asked,

Isabelle before answering, “We haven’t

your wife gonna have a

not–so–friendly look. He didn’t dare to say the wrong thing. “Nah.”

bombarded them with questions, “So when are you guys getting married? When are you having

these questions were ones

you’re already so interested in getting married and having kids. Don’t you have any other dreams?”

though it was freezing outside, he had his bare feet on

I want

teased, “You mean the noodles in your

was a hint of disdain in her tone.