"They stole a facility from the Divine Race?"
I said incredulously, and Qianqian also clicked her tongue in wonder, "Have the Fallen Apostles really fallen on such hard times recently?"
"There's no copper in the storage area; even if they stole it, it would be useless," Bingdisi fidgeted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with having to sit still and listen, "Besides, that thing isn't even rare. Stack systems are not only cheap tools in the Divine Realm, but even you Xyrin Apostles can make them. And functionally speaking, you have similar technologies."
I noticed a subtle change in Sandora's expression and quickly understood: It was embarrassing enough that their former comrades had turned into terrorists, and now they were also moonlighting as petty thieves, sneaking around the Divine Race territory to pilfer parts. The awkwardness was beyond frustrating.
"To be honest, I have no idea why they'd want to steal a stack system."
