Chapter 893 - 604 The Clumsiest Way of Revenge_2
"That’s right, not a single one in the Thorne Divine Tribe is a good thing." Kaska’s hand, holding the glass, suddenly tightened, and the ice-made goblet shattered instantly, red wine spilling everywhere.
Then, he stared blankly at the shattered glass as a tear suddenly slid down his cheek.
Duge and Jannie exchanged glances before looking back at Kaska, "Kaska, my friend, although I don’t know what you’ve been through. But if you share the pain in your heart, your suffering will be halved, and I’m willing to bear your pain."
He gently touched the broken goblet with his palm.
The scattered ice crystals reformed, restoring the beautiful goblet, with even the wine he had spilled returning to the cup.
This was a simple psychological implication: the restoration of broken things symbolized rebirth and could instantly soothe an agitated mood, dispelling any sense of guilt for having destroyed something beautiful in his heart.
Kaska was Duge’s only chance to understand the Universe, and he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
Even if Kaska was a master of disguise, pretending to be foolishly wise, he was okay with it, for erroneous information was always better than no information at all.
Kaska, looking at the restored goblet in his hand, calmed down a lot. He downed the wine in one gulp, then said, "The Thorne Divine Tribe slaughtered my race."
"Slaughter?" Duge was shocked.
"Yes, slaughter. They did it just because our planet had the most precious Aurala Metal in the Universe. We did not wish to submit to the rule of the Thorne God-king and become slaves digging for them, so he sent armies to destroy our planet and take it from us."
The glint of hatred flickered in Kaska’s eyes, "In the end, only a mother ship with less than three hundred people escaped our planet. To avenge our people, the State Preceptor planned the theft of the Origin of Mankind. Then, all the others died, leaving only me."