章 150: Chapter150-The Conversation

Wopole's complexion shifted instantly, a shadow of unease flickering in his eyes.

Though it vanished swiftly, was there anyone present who wasn't a seasoned schemer?

Barlo caught the fleeting change on Wopole's face and inwardly sneered, "Interesting, it really is you."

Wopole internally lamented, aware of the grudge between Roger, the saint of the angel race, and Owen, the saint of dragons.

During the Saint Selection Ceremony, Barlo had not only torn apart a member of the angel race, but Owen had also slapped Roger across the face in front of a multitude of races, reducing him to a figurative pig's head.

How could Roger swallow such humiliation?

Yet, the angel race made no move, only exchanging a few words with the dragons afterward, which were promptly rebuffed.

This debacle was witnessed by all races, greatly tarnishing the angel race's reputation.