The dark room, the man in the robe, under the pointed headgear, a face with clear edges and corners, is full of gloomy color.

"he even called me the little Lord of JIAYE!"

"he must know something! Damned Macedonia, not at all! "

"the competition will start soon. What should I do?"

at the moment, he is in a panic. He can't pay attention to his mission and the heavenly teacher he founded! What he thinks now is to run away!

but he didn't run away before the game, because he had one last trump card!

when his palm turned, a pebble appeared in his hand.

look carefully, the pebble...