Chapter 289

Perseus wasn't someone who enjoyed poking at others' sore spots. But when it came to Ebreans' pain points, he was more than happy to poke fun at them. "My level might be just one now." Alfred slowly held up one finger. He felt humiliated and wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He had never mentioned this to anyone before, but meeting someone like Perseus, who gave him hope for recovery, made him cast aside his pride. "And what's the score out of? Ten or five?" Donald asked with a grin, clearly enjoying adding salt to Alfred's wound. "A hundred," Alfred whispered. "So you have no ability at all." Perseus scoffed. Ebreans really knew how to bluff. Scoring one out of a hundred was worse than not scoring at all. It was just a waste of time. "Yes, I've almost lost all ability. My wife has been growing close to our neighbor lately, so I…" Alfred decided to pour out all his troubles, hoping Perseus would help him. "Isn't it normal for your wife to be close to your neighbor