Third Person’s P.O.V.
“Damn it…. How did he spotted everyone this quick?” I screamed at the top of my lungs while glaring at my informant, who was shivering in front of me. “We…. We thought th… that we have a upper hand on them, b… but we were wrong, my lord…. They deceived us.” He answered me in a fearful tone.
The next second, I threw the glass of wine that I had in my hand to him. He didn’t dodge the attack, and glass hit him on his forehead, and fell down, shattering right on his feet. He flinched harder, but didn’t dare to look up.
“They deceived us? They? It should be us deceiving them…. But you ruined all my efforts and planning of all these years.” I screamed at him once again, looking for something to throw at him again. I had been planning against them for more than 25 years a
