There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Sitting opposite the two of them, Pancho leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look.

Now he looks like a tired old man, with a fading look on his body, and there is no trace of his former majesty.

“It’s OK. Ernesto is very welcoming and the atmosphere here is good.”

Before Chen could speak, Talina answered first.

She was worried that Chen would say something like he did before, which would be troublesome if it made Pancho unhappy.

People have invited you sincerely, and it would be bad for no one if it ends in a bad mood.

"Hahaha! That Ernesto guy...if he's offended you in any way, just come to me and I'll take care of him for you!"

After hearing what Talina said, Pancho laughed and was obviously satisfied.

Just when Talina thought she had successfully passed this level, Pancho changed the subject.

"But that's not the truth, little one. I'm asking about your real experience as a bystander, not a tourist on vacation."

The voice became low, and Pancho's cloudy pupils stared straight at Chen and Talina, with a strange look in their eyes.

"Luxury, extravagance, a den of money..."

After changing a few words of what he said to Ernesto, Chen slowly opened his mouth and answered Pancho's question.

Although she didn't know why Pancho asked such an obviously "disrespectful" question, it didn't stop her from expressing her own opinion.

Since the other party has already explicitly asked for their opinions, why not share them?

"Yeah... a den of vengeance. I don't know how much money was spent to build this tourist attraction..."

Pancho's words were full of emotion, like an exclamation, and also like self-mockery.

"Even you have seen Dosoles' true colors. It seems that we can no longer hide this false sense of security."

"Mr. Pancho...we were just saying it casually, you don't have to take it seriously."

Chen frowned slightly and added to what he had not yet finished saying.

She just felt that something was wrong.

The other party couldn't have invited them just to have a simple meal. There must be something else waiting for them later. But they had no idea whether it was good or bad.

"Yes, the problem is that it's a problem. Now, Dorlingsos Reis is just relying on the booming tourism industry to survive."

Shaking his head, Pancho continued, "This is a distortion. Today, Bolivar is sandwiched between two puppet governments and an independence army. Wars are breaking out all the time. Perhaps even now, a village or city is being captured."

"And Dosoles is enjoying himself at this moment..."

"The soldiers are addicted to gambling and have lost all their wealth. The people are living a life of drunkenness and not caring about tomorrow. I can't see any backbone in them. They only care about themselves."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pancho, we're here as individuals, and it has nothing to do with the people behind us. We've never been to Bolivar before, and we're not familiar with the situation here, so we can't jump to conclusions."

Talina's scalp felt numb. This was the first time she realized that having a backer wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Pancho's words and deeds were trying to lead her and Chen Wang Dosoles to his political stance. Although he was asking for their opinions on the surface, he was actually testing their attitudes.

As for why she was testing him... Talina didn't know either. Maybe Chen knew, but judging by her current state, she probably wouldn't tell...

Looking sideways at Chen's face, Talina noticed something ominous.

Could it be that Pancho had provoked his emotions...

"The existence of Dossolez is a safe zone tacitly agreed upon by the three parties in today's Bolivar. Am I right about that, Mr. Pancho?"

Sure enough, when Talina turned her head to look over, Chen had already spoken.

"That's right. Even people from the other three parties who come here must abide by the rules set by Candela."

Pancho nodded, confirming Chen's statement.

In today's war-torn Bolivar, Dossores is undoubtedly an unusual presence.

Dancing in the smoke of war, the spirit-like Dosorai Siqi wanders across the sky, bringing a place of rest to those trapped in the war.

Of course, only the rich can afford it.

At the same time, this is the only safe place. As the only place for enjoyment, no one will attack it unless the war breaks out to an irreversible point.

"With all due respect, Mr. Pancho, you think too much."

Looking at Pancho, who seemed to be thinking about something, he said, "Every city and city has its own way of survival. Whether it is to linger on or fight back, it is their own choice. All we can do is watch."

“But I’m Bolivarian, and they’re Bolivarian, and I can’t stay out of it.”

Sighing, Pancho looked out the window: "Bolivar has never been truly independent. It has always been embroiled in war, and the Bolivarians have always been displaced. How many true Bolivarians are there on this land today?"

"Numbness eroded their bodies, and they huddled in corners, reveling alone, as if that were the only way to escape the war outside."

"But this is ultimately just self-deception."

"Mr. Pancho, what...do you want to say?"

Stopping Chen who was about to speak, Talina asked in a deep voice.

Pancho had been a colonel in the independence army, something Ernesto had once told her, so Talina had anticipated Pancho's way of thinking.

But she didn't expect Pancho to be so straightforward...

"Ms. Tarina... daughter of Russell, chairman of the Casimir Supervisory Commission... you look a lot like my daughter."

Looking at Talina who was a little wary, Pancho smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Adopted."

Talina filled in the gaps in Pancho's words.

"I also adopted Rafiela. She is the daughter of one of my comrades-in-arms. Of course, she is also my daughter."

A look of nostalgia appeared on Pancho's face, but it was short-lived and disappeared in an instant.

"You... you know, people like us can die at any time. Even though I'm chatting with you right now, my body might be found in the sewers of Dosoles tomorrow."

Pancho unconsciously used honorifics. At this moment, he was more like a father who was worried about his children and was looking for a slim way out.

"If possible, I hope you can take care of her in the next game. This child is very well-behaved and obedient. She won't cause you any trouble..."

The live broadcast of the previous game flashed through Pancho's mind, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but it was hidden by his thick beard and no one except him could see it.

"This kid seems to like you very much. It would be great if you could be friends."

After saying that, Pancho sighed deeply.

"I'm old now, and I don't have many days left. Apart from these two, there's nothing else I care about..."

Volume VI: Chapter 22: The True Bolivarian

"Um...I'll try my best..."

Hearing Pancho's slightly ambiguous words, Talina felt a little ashamed.

Does Rafiela get along with her?

I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet?

I'm afraid that this Liberi's evil taste will only drag her into the abyss?

But...was he also adopted?

Pancho's previous words automatically filtered out of her mind, and Talina looked at the soldier with some curiosity.

Rafiela is Liberi and Pancho is Pello. There is no way these two can be biological father and daughter. On the contrary, Ernesto can see some shadows of Pancho.

Talina couldn't say anything since he was so humble for an adopted daughter.

Seeing that Talina agreed, Pancho also showed a relieved smile on his face.

"It's getting late, and you two are here in Dosoles for vacation. I won't disturb your vacation time. That's all for today."

After getting rid of a worry, Pancho was obviously much more relaxed and looked more energetic than before.

Pancho called Ernesto, who was arguing with his sister outside, and ordered: "Send the two guests back. Be careful on the way. If anything goes wrong, don't come back!"

"Can't you just trust me for once? Dad..."

Having long been accustomed to the way his father interacted with him, Ernesto could only sign a "military order" in front of him to ensure the safety of the escort.

"Lafiela should go with you and take good care of her."

Pancho turned his head to look at Rafiela who was hiding by the door and eavesdropping. He reached out and called her in and stuffed her into the team.

"Remember to get along well with others, apologize to them, and control your temper."

Rubbing his daughter's head, Pancho spoke softly, his attitude was completely different from Ernesto's before.

"She's not a child anymore..."

Ernesto complained quietly, vaguely unhappy with his father's favoritism.

But he underestimated Pancho's hearing. The strong man, who was over two meters tall, immediately glared at his own son.

The terrifying pressure almost made Ernesto breathless. Before his father could make any move, Ernesto quickly ran outside.

"It's getting late! Please come this way!"

Standing outside the door, Ernesto waved to the two of them and quickly came to the gate.

After saying goodbye to Pancho, Talina and the other girl followed him out, just as they did when they came in, except that there was one more person with them.

Pancho's residence was not far from their hotel, so the four of them did not choose to take a car but decided to walk back.

On the way, Chen was intentionally or unintentionally trying to find out about Candela and Pancho, so he had no time to pay attention to Talina who was competing with Rafiela.

Looking at the guy next to her who was imitating her, Talina made a face at her.

Rafiela followed suit and returned the favor, her movements exactly the same as Talina's.

"Tsk..."

Reaching out and grabbing the face of the guy who brought her disgrace, Talina couldn't help but exert some strength, and at the same time, a strange feeling arose in her heart.

An expression of grievance appeared on Rafiela's face, which was similar to hers, making Talina feel a little unsure about what to do with her hands on her face.

There is always an illusion of bullying children.

"Ahem! Don't do that next time. Others will misunderstand you, okay?!"

After satisfying her craving, Talina temporarily let this playful little guy go.

"Hmm~ Got it~"

Rubbing the part of herself that was pinched, Rafiela spoke softly, and then stared at Talina's face intently.

"What...what happened?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Talina took a few steps back, but unexpectedly, Rafiela followed her directly, keeping the distance between them the same.

"We look alike~"

Looking closely at Talina's face, Rafiela couldn't help but stretch out her hand and began to knead it like Talina had just done.

The cold little hand wandered across her cheek, scaring Talina so much that she quickly ran to Chen's side and looked at the smiling Liberi warily.

She had a feeling that being targeted by this guy would never be a good thing.

Chen, who was busy asking questions, didn't pay any attention to the two people's antics. He just patted Talina's head as if to comfort her.

Seeing that Talina was scared away by her, Rafiela also showed a lost expression on her face, but Talina, who had suffered a loss once, could not be deceived again, so she simply followed Chen.

"Then I'll take you here. You two should rest early."

Stopping outside the hotel, Ernesto waved goodbye to the two people who had already walked in. He stopped only after he could no longer see their backs.

"You, you, when will you let me relax?"

Reaching out and patting Rafiela on the head, Ernesto avenged the previous attack on him.

"He's a guest, how can you make such disrespectful gestures?"

"Ugh! I'm going to go back and tell Dad!"

Covering her head angrily, Rafiela's face puffed up as she looked at Ernesto viciously, wishing she could eat him alive.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you."

Raising his hands, Ernesto made a gesture of surrender.

He has never been able to do anything with Rafiela. She is his sister, so how could he possibly speak ill of her?