The mild smile on the man's face on the coin, in Lyle and William's eyes, carried a faint hint of mockery, mocking the ignorance and narrow-mindedness of two self-proclaimed rookie Mystics.
"So powerful! Kevin, you can really control good fortune!" Having been beaten down by those around him numerous times, Lyle quickly accepted the fact that his noble friend Kevin possessed such a bizarre talent. After regaining his senses, he sincerely expressed his envy. The world wasn't scientific, and if his dear friend could secure himself with such an excellent talent, Lyle should feel relieved in his heart, right?
