"Devlin?"
Zain Ellsworth opened the door and glanced at the black-clad Devlin standing before him, asking aloud, "Is that you?"
"Indeed."
Being questioned in such a manner, Devlin felt a surge of panic inside.
He was somewhat worried that the person seated within the house might be the Holy Master.
But according to the intelligence from Brysen Beaumont, there should be no mistake, right?
"My master has been waiting for you for a long time," Zain Ellsworth said, stepping aside to clear a path.
Devlin hesitated but eventually stepped into the house.
Now, if the real Holy Master was inside, he feared he might not even be able to leave if he wanted to.
One could only say the poison was too vicious.
If it had been an ordinary poison, he would not have needed to take such a risk.
After entering the room, Devlin saw a man sitting on the living room sofa.
The man's back was to him, holding a book, thoroughly engrossed in reading.
"Master, Devlin has arrived."
