Sain's eyes were empty, his brow slightly furrowed, vaguely feeling a tingling sensation in his brain, an old trouble of his that would recur when he was too fatigued.
It was said that the genetic injury left by the injection of substandard gene seeds was basically beyond hope of repair.
"If Lord Sain is feeling unwell, you can go to the back," a colleague behind him said without any courtesy.
Sain paused for a moment, managing to squeeze out a smile, "Alright."
He stepped aside, making room for another, but the colleague behind him showed no pity and quickly took his place, even bumping his shoulder in the process.
"Ah..." He sighed inwardly but did not take it to heart.
Youke had been killed, and he was the primary person responsible, not to mention the previous failure of the "Exchange Conference" plan, which had made him a sinner.
