Chapter 286.

　　What kind of torturous dream is this? What kind of torturous dream is this in the middle of the day...? 　　His hands were shaking. His eyes blurred with tears. Then, he groaned, 　　"Now, my mind even conjures you up to the extent that I see you in the light of the day... I am so sorry, Declan." 　　A tear dropped from his eyes and splashed into his hands. 　　The sight broke Declan's heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Brother. You did everything you could. You did as you promised. You brought us out of that shíthole like you promised." 　　"Not until it was too late," his voice sounded scrapped raw, "Not until all the damages have been done." 　　"No, you're wrong. Damages was done, but here we are today. Salem is magnificent again, I was flabbergasted when I entered the Kingdom," Declan closed the distance between them then, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "The Kingdom is wealthy, beautiful and prosperous again! In just six years! No, all damages was not done." 　　Deep into