"Failed again."
At the cliff top, the atmosphere in the palace was nearly frozen. After a while, Tristramy broke the silence.
"I have long said not to stir the grass and alert the snake; we need more preparation."
Gusman's voice carried concealed anger, as he paced back and forth, his footsteps growing increasingly heavy. Clearly, appearing here this time was not his phantom but his true body.
"If it weren't for your reckless use of the bell to wake the others, how would we have become so passive!"
He said with some resentment.
"You mean to blame me for revealing this information, don't you." Tristramy laughed coldly, "It doesn't matter what those folks below think, they too desire longer life, which is a normal desire."
"But whatever they do, they can't escape our control."
"Don't think I am unaware of what you've done."
"But you must admit, this is our opportunity," Gusman retorted.
"You should say it's your opportunity." Tristramy snorted coldly.
