"Do people gather grapes from thorn bushes, or figs from briers?"
Carl leaned against the body of an SUV and looked at the morning glow, lost in thought.
The back door opened and Liz came out. She yawned blearily and rubbed her eyes.
"what does it mean?"
Karl turned around and smiled, "Nothing, you can sleep a little longer, there is nothing else to do today."
Liz blinked, looked at Carl, pouted slightly, and said nothing.
Karl was slightly stunned, then smiled, "Okay, I get it. Look, it's good now. Be more natural and don't act too different from ordinary people."
"Performance?" Liz was slightly stunned.
Carl nodded and smiled, "Well, performance, never show your inner thoughts, you have to separate what you think in your heart from your performance, you just need to perform correctly."
Liz didn't respond, but slowly lowered her head, and her expression seemed to change slightly.
Karl didn't notice it either, he opened the door and took something out from the passenger seat, "Liz."
"Ah?" Liz quickly raised her head, seeming a little confused and guilty.
Carl handed the item in his hand to Liz, "Your gift."
Liz was slightly stunned when she saw the pistol in Carl's hand. It was a silver-white pistol with a frosted texture on the back of the barrel above the handle.
The morning glow reflected the red clouds, and the gentle sunlight spread down, making the silver gun body shine brightly and with a halo flowing.
"Its full name is Smith & Wesson M3913 LS 9mm pistol. It has very little recoil and a very stable barrel. It is a pistol specially designed for ladies," Carl introduced with a smile.
This was one of Woodbury's plunder, taken by Carl from the prison's armory a long time ago.
"Why not continue? Don't you like it?" Carl was slightly stunned.
"No..." Liz took the gun, but her expression was not very happy. "I just didn't expect the gift would be a gun. Ryan gave me gifts before, but they were all hairpins, clothes, dolls and so on."
"Liz, I think a good gift should be something that can be used, rather than just a decoration."
Carl smiled and patted Liz's head. "Remember what I told you? I want to teach you some things, many things, in addition to how to behave, there are also practical skills, such as the gun in your hand."
Liz looked up at Carl, slightly startled, thinking of what Carl said and her own shooting, and nodded quickly, "Okay."
"Well, let's start tomorrow. I have some things to do today, and I also need to learn some new things. I should be able to finish most of the things in the afternoon. Then I'll see where to arrange a room for you."
Carl originally wanted to give Liz to Carol, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. The original reason why Carol liked children was entirely because of Sophia.
And now Sophia is still with Carol, and coupled with Liz's special nature, giving her to anyone could be a time bomb.
"Oh." Liz lowered her head again.
"Do you miss your sister?" Carl glanced at Liz and frowned slightly.
"No." Liz shook her head.
"What about your father? Do you miss him?"
"No...I don't know."
Carl looked into Liz's eyes, confirmed that Liz really didn't know, closed his eyes, and opened them again.
"I want you to remember him, remember your father."
"Why?"
"Because he loves you. After him, you will never find someone who loves you as much as he does."
"I don't like his love."
"Yeah, I understand. Believe me, I understand."
Carl rubbed Liz's head and instructed, "There is bread in the car. Eat and sleep for a while, or get familiar with your Wesson. I'm going to check the situation in the prison."
"Are you leaving?" Liz looked up at Carl.
"Yeah." Karl was about to say something, but...
"Then go ahead." Liz left a word, went back into the car and closed the door.
Karl frowned slightly, somewhat confused, smiled bitterly, shook his head, turned and left. He didn't have the ability to read minds, so how could he really know exactly what everyone was thinking?
After all, everyone has a lot on their mind, and they are all independent individuals with their own ideas.
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"Rick, I can't..."
"This is betrayal! I told you long ago that we can't trust those people. Look at what you have done. You accepted prisoners from the prison and executioners from the enemy forces! I told you that something bad would happen if you let them live with us. Look! Don't you realize it?"
"Rick, you should calm down. It's not that serious. It's just a small matter."
"A small matter? Sean, you tell me it's just a small matter! I told you a long time ago that these people are time bombs. Don't you care about Lori's safety? Ah!"
Having said that, Rick inexplicably hit a sore spot in his heart. He was immediately furious and pulled out the Colt Python. He hit Martinez's head hard with his thumb, and his thumb had already pressed the hammer.
Martinez showed no emotion and did not resist.
Sean quickly grabbed Rick's arms and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Don't stop me, Sean. I'm going to kill this traitor." Rick struggled frantically.
"Hahaha, these two brothers made me laugh to death. I knew that they would fight sooner or later." More held Daryl's shoulders and laughed, as if he was about to fall down from laughing.
"More, please stop talking nonsense." More looked at More helplessly, then looked at Sean and Rick with some worry.
"Mor, sometimes I really want to cut off your tongue." Michonne glanced at Mor coldly and was about to step forward.
"Let me do it. My persuasion should be more effective for both of them." Carl walked past the crowd and walked towards Rick and Sean.
Carl looked for Sean for a long time, until he met Andrea and found out that Sean was holding a meeting with some old people in the open space behind the prison.
Andrea didn't know what they were doing, but Carl knew when he saw these people here.
Shane Rick, Maul Daryl, Glenn, Michonne, Martinez, Thomas.
"What are you doing? How about a cowboy duel to see whose gun is faster? The loser dies, and the survivor gets everything. How about that? Sounds good, right? Why don't you give it a try? I'll be your referee."
Perhaps because he has been with Moore for too long, Carl's sarcasm and sharp tongue are catching up with Moore's.
"Carl?" Sean looked at Carl in surprise and let go of Rick.
Rick still held his Colt Python, but didn't raise it. He looked at Carl and said, "Carl, this matter is not what you think, but there is no need for you to get involved. Go ahead and I will explain it to you later."
Karl smiled and said, "My dear father, your son has grown up. Don't treat me as a child, do you know?
The people who are here now, except Martinez and Thomas, are old, very old, and at that time, I will make the right decision for the team before you come."
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