The people around them all stepped forward at once, some raising guns and others drawing knives, ready to swarm forward.

"I'm sorry, Wallis."

David looked down at the child in his arms and smiled: "As for me, I still cannot go against the traditions of Pansa. You are right, I am an incompetent and useless David. The Pansa family must wield their swords for their masters, but I... have no master."

He crouched down, pulling Wallis into a protective embrace, and murmured, "In this world, no one can be Pansa's master anymore. The squire has lost his master, the knight has lost his purpose... Wallis, I am not worthy of your admiration, but thank you anyway."

He never imagined that someone would appreciate him.

Although I can't fight, at least this body is still useful.

They're after their own lives. As for the children, as long as they're protected, there won't be any problems!

"Xinei!"

The thugs around David had now closed in and were about to stab him.

when!

The knife suddenly broke, and a piece of the blade spun in the air before falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Suddenly, a person appeared in the crowd.

Snap, snap, snap.

Moore clapped his hands and smiled at the people around him: "Alright, alright, it's over. Gentlemen... what should we call you? Assassin? Thug? It doesn't matter. Please leave now."

"navy?"

The burly man paused for a moment, then looked Moore up and down. The man was wearing an ordinary naval uniform, with a hat, but no cape or rank insignia.

"The navy shouldn't meddle in other people's business! Are you alone? Kill him too!" the burly man commanded.

"ah..."

Moore scratched his head. "If you don't behave, Uncle will be very troubled."

A man next to him raised his flintlock pistol, ready to pull the trigger.

Just then, a burst of white light exploded around him, scattering rapidly around these people like stars.

brush!

In an instant, the white light shone again, enveloping the figures of those around.

Thump thump!

Those people all fell down, and upon closer inspection, their necks and hearts were covered in blood and wounds.

Moore then walked slowly toward the burly man, flicked the blood off his hands, and smiled, "But we can't let you kill this man, after all, he... is the future king of Dressrosa that our lieutenant general has his eye on."