Piles of junk pieces were laid on the table.
James froze, noticing something strange among the chunks. Staring at the thing too deeply, a hint of bashfulness appeared over his face. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of cold gazes landed on him giving him chills.
Averting his gaze, he looked the other side and even exhaled deeply"It's too hot today."
'Bastard..'
"James."
"Yes, Lucas.."James responded strangely.
"How old are you?"
"31..29.."
Lucas' piercing gaze intensified, giving James a feeling of being stabbed multiple times.
"For a young healthy man, to be acting embarrassed like this. Aren't you ashamed?"
"In an age, where one is as vigorous as a horse and as strong as an ox, why the hell are you looking at this piece of trash like an impotent guy?"Lucas screamed in dismay.
The things scattered over the table were obtained from the storage ring from the omen's cannon fodders.
