In the lavish room, the moment the Commander of the Black Religious Congregation appeared on the screen, the few lucid girls in the room fainted instantly.
"Plaid, you should be in the lab now, getting ready for the alchemy process." The elderly man on the screen said feebly, "If you want to indulge yourself, I will continue to satisfy your demands once things are done."
Master Plaid sneered, looking at this elderly man who could die at any moment... how could he not know that the old man's life had already been drained to its limit?
What a pathetic fellow, constantly enduring the fear brought by death.
"You seem to have forgotten your identity." Master Plaid shook his head, "Or perhaps you want me, like last time, to quietly approach you with a knife to your throat to remind you of some things—of course, this time I don't need a knife, you can choose what you want, I can fulfill it for you."
The Commander's eyes suddenly shot out a peculiar blue light.
