Brian frowned, looking hesitantly at the document in Keira's hand. "What's this?"

Keira pushed the item in her hand forward a bit. "Take a look at it before you say anything."

Brian frowned again.

Keira deliberately provoked him. "Deputy Director Dawson, are you afraid to look at something given by a young woman like me?"

Brian wasn't taken in.

But Luke was irritated. "What did you say? Let me see!"

He stepped forward and snatched the document from Keira's hands, glanced at it for a moment, and was slightly taken aback. "What the hell is this?"

The people behind him leaned forward to look. "Isn't this the declaration we made when we joined the Special Division?"

Those words made Brian pause for a moment. "What?"

Luke then handed the document to Brian.

Brian looked down at it.

It was indeed the declaration they had all written when they joined the Special Division.

These people had joined the Special Division out of love for their homeland, willing to dedicate their lives to serving their country...

Before joining, everyone had to recite the charter of the Special Division and write down their original intentions in this booklet.

It was just that as time went by, everyone had forgotten.

The Special Division had many members, and this booklet looked very old...

While the others were confused, Brian stared blankly for a moment, then immediately flipped through the pages, landing directly on page 36. There, two different types of handwriting were present.

One was written by someone who appeared very learned, with attractive handwriting: For the great rejuvenation of Crera!

Brian paused slightly.

and was

down at the signature, it was indeed

frowned and

was a row of

simple: For the great

the voice of a young boy with youthful naivety, earnestly speaking his

that row of words made Holly

sneered. "Who wrote that? It's

those words, Brian's face darkened, and he smacked Luke on the head. "Watch your mouth! I wrote it at the age of five, and that was pretty

Luke was dumbfounded.

an ingratiating smile, Luke said, "Wow, dad, you wrote this? But isn't

people didn't understand the significance of this sentence. It seemed a light-hearted remark to them, and they were unaware of how

thirty years. Brian was fifty; he was

developing country, striving to catch up with

predecessors that

clear about how much old Mr. Sims, and

didn't Vincent join the Special Division? Was it really

No...

attacked in an assassination attempt as a child, sustained

the Sims family. It belongs to everyone. Little Brian, when you grow up, you must remember this. You must fulfill the

Brian thought of this,

was obviously newer, although it might have seen many years as well, dating back thirty

had written

stared at

and slowly flipped open to the declaration

to see that declaration to know

great rejuvenation of Crera! To be Crera's safest Guardian!" The fierce expression on Brian's face gradually dissipated upon seeing

an

own aspiration drove him to

hoped to protect his family and country, to be a

did he begin to forget this

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