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.

at it and was also

at the signature, it was indeed old

and looked

of

was simple: For the

the voice of a young boy with

words made Holly

immediately sneered. "Who wrote that? It's

darkened, and he smacked Luke on the head. "Watch your mouth!

Luke was dumbfounded.

this? But isn't your declaration of joining the Special

this sentence. It seemed a light-hearted remark to them, and they were unaware of how many of their predecessors paid

in the last thirty years. Brian was fifty; he was five

a developing country, striving to catch up with other

efforts of these predecessors that brought about

understand, but Brian was very clear about how much old Mr. Sims,

the Special Division? Was it really because he

No...

as a child, sustained an injury, and was unable

up, you must remember this. You must fulfill the wish of me and your father! You must lead the Special Division, carry out our

this, Keira handed him another

was obviously newer, although it might have seen many years as

Mr. Sims had written his manifesto. Still, when he officially joined the Special Division, he

stared at

it, and slowly flipped

see that declaration to know what

be Crera's safest Guardian!" The fierce expression on Brian's face

has an

to take

truly hoped to protect his family and country, to

he begin to forget this

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