Davis was full of surprise, but then his expression scrunched as though he had eaten shit when he heard such a rumor.
In his opinion, seven out of ten times, when the world described a person, especially a Saint, as though their hand made evil cease to exist, he knew it was most likely bullshit.
And these Saints were capable of being real saints or hidden devils.
Who knew what kind of character they possessed without meeting them?
Davis remembered that back then in the First Haven World, Frostrose had said that Including all races, there were only five Saintesses and four Saints in the True Immortal World, including Saintess Myria, and amongst them, Saintess Myria was the most powerful, adored, and sought out by all, and that even the Saints actively pursued her.
Instantly, he bore passive animosity towards those Saints.
Fuck them! Screw that damned Orpheus!
Davis inwardly cursed, but maintained a forced smile at Lydia.
