"These damn guys!"
"One day, I will take revenge! I will uncover the other side of this world!"
Ram was walking on the street, venting his anger on the roadside.
They were chased out by the mages.
"The other side of the world?"
"Is it like me?"
Flanders's voice came from behind them, sounding a little strange.
"Yes! The other side of the world!"
Ram did not turn around.
However, after taking a few steps, he seemed to feel that something was wrong with Flanders's words.
What did he mean by 'like me'?
Ram turned around to take a look out of curiosity.
And it was this one look that caused Ram to instantly break through his defense. His scalp went numb, and he retreated repeatedly!
In his line of sight.
Was Flanders still that gentle and refined young man from before?
He had already become a scarecrow with a twisted face!
