"A bunch of garbage!"
Mr. Charles cursed aloud and, after pacing back and forth for a moment, closed his eyes.
Soon, a faint golden light appeared not far from him, and an old man wearing a grey robe slowly surfaced into view.
Without waiting for the other to speak, Charles hurriedly approached him, staring into his eyes in an aggressive and domineering manner.
"Your people have screwed up again! Why do I have to say 'again'? Can't you come up with some decent weapons? Or are those scaly fishmen the only thing you have to offer?!"
Alzu's face was just as ugly.
After all, he wasn't a true Pioneer but an Apostle based in "Sanctuary No.2." He couldn't completely shield human emotions, which prevented him from achieving purely rational thinking.
Still, even so, he patiently waited for the man to finish complaining before expressing his dissatisfaction in an icy tone.
