Business

'F*ck, did he think I wanted to come here to be ridiculed every day? I really want to kill him... I would have already gotten rid of him if he wasn't a member of the Burning Tower.

'If I don't come, how could I know how far these b*stards have progressed? Who knows if they are putting on a show? What could I do if they made some progress and just used it on themselves?'

Dylas couldn't help fiercely cursing as he cautiously checked his surroundings. Sure enough, there was no one guarding the place, so he started walking towards the entrance.

But suddenly, a magic pattern appeared under his foot, and three glass bottles filled with dark green liquid appeared in front of him.

The three runic bottles instantly exploded, and the rotten-smelling liquid shot towards Dylas like three Water Arrows.

Dylas' eyes widened and he rapidly retreated while using a Mana Shield to protect himself.