After all, for that Lord, wanting to kill him was all too easy. Going back through the past 100 years of history, there was somehow always a connection to Zakro... if he so wished.
Lu Xiao sneaked a glance at Karisman, wearing a flattering and fawning smile, trying to mend his relationship with the former colleague.
Karisman's expression was both satisfied and secretly delighted, but there was also a trace of confusion.
It was both the emptiness of 'getting revenge' and doubt about ideals... as if he was also becoming a living corpse.
Luo Yan understood his feelings well and was pleased with his growth.
"Do a good job, lead the way."
"Yes! Sir." Karisman quickly responded, snapping back to reality, then hurried ahead to lead the way for his revered idol.
...
Inside the Parliament Building, rather than calling it a government institution, it was more like an ancient and imposing Demon Palace.
