When the mask was removed and Trueman saw the familiar face behind it, he was dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the man in front of him before he broke into a frown. "Ha, so it's you. In that case, it seems that the Imperial League hasn't come at all. Or are you saying that you've usurped that old geezer's position and replaced him? Good, very good. I've disliked him for the longest time. Where did you lock him up?"
Justin didn't speak immediately—he didn't know what Trueman was thinking.
But Nora, who had possibly discerned a thing or two, kept quiet for a while before she finally said, "He's dead."
Trueman was taken aback. "What?"
He looked back at Justin and narrowed his eyes. "That old geezer is dead? How can that be? He is clearly so sick in the head and is even pursuing immortality…"
Come to think of it, it was indeed ridiculous.
The one who wanted to live forever was already dead.
Yet their experiments were still continuing.