Chapitre 2313: Wisdom

On the second floor of the mansion lay a figure amidst the ruins.

It was a man. Beside him was debris while there was also a broken teapot that ended up splashing him with scalding tea. However, there was no change in his expression.

His gaze was blank while simply staring at his trembling hand, wondering how he ended up here, not to mention that he could still sense the dragon grip that almost crushed his hand.

"I lost…?"

Perhaps, it was the sixth time Jerius Alstreim uttered it before his eyes closed, a sigh finally escaping his mouth.

If Davis didn't let go when he struggled instinctively to pull out his hand, perhaps, his hand really would've been crushed.

Then, a wry smile appeared on his face as though his expression went from reluctance to acceptance.