Enge said with a hint of joking.

Teller was a little stunned when he heard this. Is this the ordinary Engel? Why does it feel a bit strange???

Even when he was confused, he responded with a slow smile.

"It's okay, dad."

Enge glanced at Teller strangely, and chuckled helplessly.

"We haven't had a meal together for so long, and you act like nothing is wrong."

Teller thought quickly. They hadn't had a meal together for a long time. Coupled with suicide and sleeping pills, the gloomy mood was what people who were wrapped in haze would have. Teller should have locked himself up completely when he died.

Just like the locked diary, all failures are the reason. Ordinary people who take the first test are one of the locks, Terrell.

"I am also the chosen one now. As a member of the Osman family, I should naturally look forward, right?"

Teller responded firmly.

Engel was stunned for a moment and smiled silently, and that smile was mixed with a little sadness.

"I'm glad you can cheer up again, my child."

There are birds chirping in the morning outside the window, the sun shines in slightly, the silver knives, and the steaming breakfast, as if this is the dawn that the winner can see after the haze.

"Master, the tea will get cold if you wait a little longer."

"Come on, let's eat."

Engel said and picked up the knife and fork.

Terrell was a little surprised. He originally thought that his father would say some prayers before meals, but that didn't happen, so he followed suit and picked up the knife and fork to slowly cut the food.

The sound of the knife and fork hitting the plate, the sound of cutting, the sound of chewing.

Teller always slowed down his movements naturally to prevent himself from making unknown etiquette mistakes, and carefully glanced at Engel's behavior.

Time slowly promotes this time when some people are leisurely and others pretend to be leisurely....

Enge slowly put down the tea cup and wiped his mouth, then looked at Teller who was just picking up the tea cup gently.

"Trel...."

Enge's tone, which seemed to have made up his mind, made Teller slightly startled, but he still put the tea cup to his mouth.

Noticing that his child had been drinking tea and avoiding him, Enge sighed silently, stood up and prepared to leave, but stopped again when leaving.

"Osman is just your home, my child."

Engel's words revealed a kind of guilt and a sense of powerlessness. He knew that he was not qualified to say such words, and he was not asking for forgiveness, but he knew what Teller would face in the future.

And this time Osman will be just a destination for him to escape from.
Chapter completed!