Chapter 2012

Morrow stood up with the help of his servants. He was looking at the sky on the horizon when his legs suddenly felt very sore and he started to cough violently. Cough, cough! “Oh, Old Master Morrow, you're coughing up blood!” The servant next to him saw the bloodstained white handkerchief in Morrow’s hand and shouted in alarm, “Someone, quickly call for Dr. Garfield Gates!” Morrow looked past the door frame at the sky. The layers of dark clouds rolling in from the distance made him panic. “The weather is about to change.” Morrow mumbled this sentence under his breath before he coughed violently and passed out. The servants turned pale with fright and quickly called for medical staff. … On the other hand, Wade had returned to his residence and was standing in the hall with three men in front of him. They were wearing uniformed black steel armor branded with a tiger pattern, black steel helmets, steel-toe boots, and had tiger-patterned sabers at their waists. They were