C1074 The Deathmatch Is near

In the face of Evelyn's complaint, the Grand Deacon's face didn't show any change.

He gently poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip.

The scalding hot coffee, to someone with his strength, wouldn't cause any harm at all.

"Who asked that thing to escape from us? No matter how much it costs, we have to take it back. That blood worm is very important."

The Great Deacon said indifferently