I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"You mean, my brother has been getting close to Pasak's guards recently?"

The brown-haired man stood tall and wore a pure black uniform. He was Krollin's adjutant and confidant.

But since Clorin came back from his ancestral home last time, not only did he not take over the handling of various matters, but this time he directly sent him to Chris's side, saying that things were not peaceful recently and asked him to protect Chris, but in fact he was distancing himself from him.

Dallas frowned, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Pasak's twin guards have always only obeyed his orders. Even if they follow Pasak's orders to do things, they will act on their own and do what they want."

"Brother Luo Wenyu is like this, and younger brother Luo Ke is better. The only thing that remains unchanged is that they will only respect and be loyal to one master, and that is Pasak."

"My Lord will ask you to come over every five or six days, or come to see you in person. No matter how busy he is, he will do so regardless of the weather."

"Two days ago, I thought it was strange that he hadn't come to see you for eight days, so I went to remind him, but I saw Luo Ke greeting him. My Lord and I have met Luo Ke countless times, but I have never seen him greet you."

Jonar had been planning for a long time, and even Pasak's network of relationships, which was used as a backup plan, had been investigated and dealt with thoroughly, so there would definitely not be too many hidden dangers left.

This time was different. He did not expect Rowan to fail, nor did he expect his body to collapse so quickly.

Therefore, he could only adopt an emergency plan and hastily seize Crolin's body.

Although Crolin was the person he had chosen early on, time was too tight and he had not yet had time to deal with the series of troubles caused by the body snatching.

This trouble includes arousing suspicion from people close to Cronin.

Changing the body only gives you the body, but not the memories of the original owner. If this secret technique could be perfect, he wouldn't be so hesitant.

"Now that you mention it, I also feel that my brother is a little abnormal. I remember that he would never wear those cumbersome clothes except on important occasions. Dallas, did he attend any banquets before he came to see me?"

Dallas shook his head.

"What happened to my brother? Is there something that must be hidden from the two of us?"

There are some things that Chris is not comfortable knowing, and he never asks about matters related to Cronin's position.

But Dallas was different. He and Cronin had known each other since college. They were superiors and subordinates, but also comrades-in-arms who fought side by side and had participated in many battles together.

Cronin would discuss everything with him first. It was normal to hide it from Chris, but it was incredible to hide it from Dallas.

"Did you know that my brother has been busy lately?"

"It seems that there is a transfer of positions. Elder Pasak intends to pass the position of the first elder to you."

No matter how much time passed, Chris didn't understand why Krollin was so obsessed with that position. He was already an elder, the supreme leader who commanded the entire wolf clan, so why did he have to compete with those people for the position of the first elder.

What's good about that position?

Chris fell into the chair as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Dallas, let me ask you, why does my brother want the position of the first veteran? Does he have to fight for this first place?"

After their parents passed away, the two brothers never sat down and had a good talk. The best case scenario was that they sat down and had a meal, but more often they quarreled and parted on bad terms.

Krollin really protected his younger brother too well.

As a bystander, Dallas knew what was wrong with the two brothers, but since Cronin didn't let him say it, he couldn't intervene. Now it seemed that there was nothing wrong to say.

"The master cares about you very much. He has never forgotten his deceased parents. You only saw him miss his mother's death anniversary, but you didn't see him getting drunk in an attempt to forget the pain."

"Before, he fought for the first place to prove his talent and value to everyone. Now, he fights for the first place to better protect the people he wants to protect. Only the strongest can have the absolute right to speak."

"But what I want is not the strongest brother at all!" Chris roared, "I just want to live a normal life with him. I don't want him to be so tired, and I don't want to see him lying in bed with injuries all over his body."

"I'm afraid he will die out there someday, and I won't even be able to see him for the last time!"

Being in a position means shouldering the responsibility. For some things, Crolin must be at the forefront and give courage to those behind him.

"Chris, you are too naive." Dallas sighed, with a hint of blame in his tone, "Do you know where the food you eat and the place you live in come from?"

"Do you know how many people die every rainy season? Do you know how many people fight for the right to live in the City of Light for a long time?"

"You don't know anything, and you don't need to think about it. You were born into a state where you could never reach a height that ordinary people could not reach even if they worked hard all their lives. Your father is the former secretary general and a disciple of the first elder. Your mother is the daughter of an elder of the Silver Moon Clan and a saint of noble status."

"Even if they all fall, you still have a brother who loves you and bears all the pressure and responsibility for you. This allows you to get things that others cannot get even if they fight to the death without doing anything."

"Even your promotion to Beast King..."

Dallas stopped talking abruptly. He looked at Chris and shut up without saying anything else.

"What does this have to do with my promotion to Beast King?"

Chris stood up and grabbed his collar, his purple eyes filled with confusion and anger.

"I asked you to tell me! What's going on?"

Dallas tilted his head, his brown eyes filled with gray.

He shouldn't have said so much. The situation was unclear now. Clorin had distanced himself from him for some reason, and Chris was a piece of shit who wasn't making any progress. If Clorin fell, what would this bastard do?

Crolin cared about him the most.

"Back then, the first place in the graduation assessment of the Temple Academy was awarded the Spirit Purifying Divine Water. The divine tree contains spirits, and only half a bottle can be obtained after a hundred years. Drinking it can purify blood and improve talents."

"He didn't drink it, he gave it to you. You do nothing all day, why do you think you can compare to those who work hard to improve themselves? Is it because of talent? There are people who are more talented than you and work much harder than you!"

Chris loosened his collar, dropped his hands dejectedly, and walked out of the living room.

The amount of information was too much for him to take in.

Anyone who has lived for hundreds of years would surely collapse if he suddenly found out that everything he has achieved was because of others.

He always thought that these were left to them by his father and mother. Why did this happen?

Having done so much for him, why didn't Krollin tell him?