William Singleton.
This is a name that everyone knows and a name that is despised.
"Please give me a little more time. The children of [Hearth House] will soon be on the battlefield."
The man in black robe wears a mysterious mask. The pattern of the mask is a heart held by four pairs of hands of different colors, which means sensibility, reason, strength, and restriction.
"Oh, Duke William, I think the association has given you enough time. The destruction of the first-generation mask has wasted too much of our time." The masked man said impatiently
"Yes, yes, it's all because my uncle is too neurotic. Give us another three years, and we will definitely find some satisfactory candidates for your association."
Duke William flipped through the pages at random. These beings with hearts beating at the same temperature as his body were just cold data in his hands.
If nothing else, the evaluation result this quarter was unqualified.
Suddenly, Duke William's originally careless eyes began to widen involuntarily, and his gaze stopped at an unexpected report.
[Experiment Report No. 11]
Loyalty: A
Occult: S
Social Communication Skills: A+
Physical fitness: S
Evaluation result: Note, excellent weapon.
Duke William bit his pipe, blew out a puff of smoke, and showed a satisfied smile: "This No. 11 Will be a part of our William family from today on."
