Although Blake looked down upon Leon, he knew clearly that Leon was not that weak to be killed by some ordinary killer he hired.
He knew that he was talking nonsense when he gave the speech.
The butler shook his head and said, "Mr. Blake, you got me wrong."
"I mean, what we are going to do is to make him lose part of his strength or ability to move."
"For example, if he loses an important ability, he will be very uncomfortable in the following hunting season."
"He is no match for us then."
"Great," Blake hurriedly clapped his hands. "That's a good idea."
He looked at the butler and asked, "What should we do then? Do you have any idea?"
The butler smiled mysteriously.
"Well, curse, of course."
"Curse?" Blake murmured.
Time passed quickly.
There were still two days left before the hunting season.
"It's almost time. How is the curse going?"
Blake asked the butler.
They couldn't curse Leon long before the hunting season.