Sweat streamed down from his body, wetting the ground beneath him.
He lay there like a salted fish, struggling to catch his breath.
His lungs already felt like they were about to burst, wheezing like an old bellows.
His mouth, however, wasn't dry, the moist liquid making him feel somewhat better.
"Ha... ha..."
Herbert lay on the ground, panting for a while before slowly crawling up.
He was exhausted.
He had to use both hands to support his knees when rising, his body trembling violently, barely managing to stand up.
After straightening his body, he staggered back and forth a bit, almost sitting back down again.
"Ha... haha."
Once he stood steadily, Herbert couldn't help but laugh twice.
He was able to hear again and could speak.
Herbert could have questioned Luhier why she treated him like this or even humbly begged her to spare him.
But he didn't.
He did not ask.
Herbert was extremely arrogant by nature.
He had his own pride and perseverance.
