Chapitre 541: This was his life.

''Sire, we have a report!'' In the dark castle, the servants stepped into the office while holding gas lamps, paving their way in shining light. The office looked creepier than before, with dusty bookshelves and dark-framed bronze mirror.

The servants silently gulped, looking at the dark-robed old man, who stood next to the draped windows. He had his shoulders slumped and back hunched. His previous aging eyes looked swampy like he was dying.

''What is it…?'' Lord Souldeath asked with his dying tone. Between the words, a wet cough escaped his mouth. In his current state, it looked like he was only moments ago from dying.

''Arthur Welhenheim entered the land on a tropical island called Picu!''

Lord slowly raised his head, tiredly looking out of the curtain cracks. The streets of the City of Soul were bustling. The cobblestone streets looked perfectly clean, and every citizen wore fancy clothes. While Picu looked vacation island, this island looked like a home for the wealthy.