Chapter 13

The bloody-suit men surrounded the old man, and one said as he clasped his hand, “Senior, you've been away for a month, how's the outside?”

The old man shrugged, and coldly excuse himself, “The lord need my presence. I'll excuse first, brothers?”

The bloody-suit men nodded despite the shock in their face. In their heart, they sneered the old man for being such a lowly snob! A hag that just become someone important because of having the grearest use for the lord.

But a day will come and they will show this hag the real hell!

The old man saw through the deepest of them. They are nothing but a tool of the lord, yet they possess more than what they can hold. As much as he can do, the old man must be cautious as possible!

“My lord,” he bowed to the altar, not daring to look closely to the blood-robe figure.

“Brother,” the figure said, “I see you comeback fine. You've been away for a month, and I thought the last-bloodied perhaps hard to lured to the trap!”

“That's right, my lord,” his re