"That’s right." Duren Burg smiled while he walked in as he shook his head. "I’ve also read the stories written by some scribblers who called themselves traveling poets. Those stories made me feel like laughing a lot. How could there be villains as silly as them? Have those traveling poets encountered such the drama they write about in their own lives?"
Fanta Kunge leaned against the wall and kept shaking his head. "You don’t understand. Having acted as the scum for long, they feel like they really achieved something big. They haven't told anyone their accomplishments, thus they want to boast to their opponents about their cleverness and…"
"Power…"
Amidst the dust, Rafal emerged slowly and glimpsed at Qian Jin and his friends with a sneer. He kept saying the same word, "Power…"
Lucifer Lucy turned back to look at Qian Jin who was standing somewhere not far behind and said in a complaining tone as her expression looked vicious: "It doesn’t work. He is dressed in Dark Demon Armor."
