Chapter 453: Immortality?

Fatty packed away Mr. White's portrait, his goals now tenfold greater than Wraith's. Yet, the silver he had in hand had flown away, leaving him somewhat distressed. Meanwhile, Wraith was already poring over the decomposition simulation diagram of the potion, oblivious to the surrounding ruins. His sole focus was to swiftly develop the antidote to make Spectre concede defeat. "Serena, he's not faking it, is he?" Fatty asked, unsure. If Wraith were to run off again, finding him wouldn't be so easy. Tina's lips curved slightly, "No, he won't." Wraith was a medical fanatic; once he delved into something, it was hard to pull him out. His greatest adversary was her. Wraith had spent half his life trying to defeat her. Now that he had this chance and was rid of the nuisance of Fatty, why wouldn't he be pleased? Most importantly, staying here allowed him to concentrate on his research. Fatty sighed, "Serena, what about my money then?" Tina glanced at him, "After this is over, I'll