Darius raised an eyebrow as he looked the old man in the eye. “You’re lying. All of the formidable black-robed people are dead.”

The old man looked at him dazedly. However, when he spoke, his tone was agitated. “When did that happen?” He looked at Darius desperately, but it soon faded into doubt and suspicion. “You’d better be telling the truth, Darius Reid. Otherwise, there’ll be hell for you to pay. I know you grew up in squalor, so you might’ve picked up some bad habits. However, you should know that certain nifty tricks that seem to work like magic may not exactly give you the same results when used on a wealthy person.” He looked Darius in the eye as he spoke, trying to determine whether Darius was lying.

Darius looked at him scornfully. “You people constantly use the environment I grew up in to attack me, but you’re the ones who end up dead.”

The old man stared at him for a few moments before slowly chuckling. Then, the chuckles turned into a hysterical laugh. “Their deaths must