042 couldn't understand what the old man truly wanted to do. Was he seeking death? Bringing so many demon hunters to die with him? But wasn't he supposed to lead the golden age? If not seeking death, then what was he planning to do now? Continuing like this would only lead everyone to their deaths here.
"That was a long time ago. I encountered the Silencer, but interestingly, I didn't die. Instead, I survived and came to understand their existence."
The old man seemed like a reckless person, holding a wine glass while leaning beside a corpse, and started talking to himself again.
"Lorenzo de' Medici!"
042 shouted impatiently, clenching his fists. Under this extreme erosion, he found it difficult to suppress his emotional turmoil.
"Don't be impatient, child. 011 is strong. We still have plenty of time to talk about those stories buried in dust," the old man said with a smile rather than anger.
