Granny Snake had escaped yet again.
William Cole did not pursue, aware that the old woman had numerous tricks up her sleeve.
Who knew how many dangers lurked in the shadows, waiting for him?
Roxy Hartman's gaze flickered: "Was this Corpse Refining? Decades ago, I heard about a palace coup in Indonesia. The royal advisor controlled a large group of suicide soldiers."
"Back then, the Indonesian monarch's army consisted of 30,000 troops, and yet they were rendered helpless by a mere thousand suicide soldiers. They were on the brink of being forced to hand over the throne."
"However, a remarkable man emerged, decimating the royal advisor's army and saving the Indonesian monarchy from disaster."
Hearing Roxy Hartman's words, William Cole was somewhat surprised, "Indonesia also practiced Corpse Refining?"
"I don't know."
Roxy Hartman shook her head: "It's been decades already. My father hadn't even been born by then, so I certainly wouldn't know."