Darius raised an eyebrow. He could sense the black-robed person truly meant his words, and he exhaled. He sat down and crossed his legs at the knee. "I've met many black-robed people in the past." Darius kept his eyes on the young man; perhaps he knew something about this. Though it seemed like the matter with the black-robed people who'd been sent to assassinate him had come to a close, Darius couldn't help feeling that was only the tip of the iceberg.

There was still much danger waiting for him, along with secrets that had yet to be unearthed. He didn't intend to allow these secrets to fade with time; he also didn't believe an organization that had passed the test of time would've crumbled so easily.

And Darius was right. The young man had heard about the black-robed people Darius had met before this and scowled, looking angry. There was also a trace of grievance amidst the anger.

Darius put a glass of water on the table beside him and said, "Can you tell me anything about them? M