"Failed..."
Devlin sat inside a tavern, looking at the image on his phone, and sighed softly.
"I'm really a bit tired. Why is it that every time, the Holy Master can win! I, Devlin, am a wise man, the smartest person in the world! Why! You tell me, why!"
He picked up a cup of wine, unusually emotional.
People are emotional beings, with flesh and blood!
With anger, with joy.
Calmness is just the norm.
But once emotions exceed that threshold, even Devlin can lose control!
"Mr. Devlin, victory and defeat are common in warfare. No matter what, Julius Reed is the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. You know how many years he's lived, even the Emperor..."
