Sometimes, when Raul encountered idiots like this, it left him feeling frustrated.

People born with talents they could put to good use, but who end up losing their lives due to poor choices.

'What can you do? They can only blame themselves for being born without common sense.'

Raul leaned on his staff and slowly rose from his seat.

“I’ve heard your resolve. I can’t guarantee that things will be as pleasant the next time we meet.”

“Is that so? Personally, I think the atmosphere will be quite pleasant,” Ghislain said with a bright smile.

Raul tilted his head, puzzled.