"Damn it, the item was already in hand yet it was snatched away!"
Rylan, no, now he must be called Sylvain.
Sylvain crushed the ceramic cup in his hand, the shards slicing into his hand making blood flow profusely, but he acted as if he did not know it.
The Lion clan beastman hurriedly knelt down, lifting his mate's bleeding hand, carefully removing each ceramic shard: "You calm down first, let me see how your hand is..."
Sylvain abruptly snatched his hand back: "Who exactly ruined my plan?!"
The beastman who came to deliver the news prostrated on the ground, his voice trembling slightly:
"Those two people are not people of the Western continent. That is a married couple, heard they just appeared nearly two months ago, currently staying at the Black Scale tribe. In the letter it said, the Black Scale tribe people call them Divine Envoys..."
Sylvain's bleeding hand suddenly trembled. He stepped back half a step, bumped into the chair's armrest, slumping down.
