Chapter 756
"That certainly sounds sincere…" Roben’s laughter-tinged voice faded into the dim basement.
Looking down at the backs of Miguel and the masked slave ahead, Ian followed them down the stairs step by step.
—This is the kind of place I’d love to make into my lair.
The air grew colder and more stale, and the tainted magic became clearer. Soon after came the familiar sensation of entering a corrupted den, as though the place had been completely cut off from the outside world.
The sudden hush behind him confirmed that the others felt it too.
"This is my personal laboratory," Roben added casually as he walked ahead.
Nodding slightly, Ian took in the room.
Two rows of thick pillars stretched across the chamber, as if supporting the entire mansion above. Between them stood a series of beds that looked disturbingly like operating tables.
"Impressive," Ian finally murmured after glancing even at the closed room behind the stairs, which was clearly a study.