"Sir, that kid said he never saw the Elixir of Immortality!" a shrill voice spoke respectfully in the dimly lit room.

By the glow of an oil lamp, one could make out a stern, square-jawed man wearing reading glasses, his eyes fixed on an old, weathered book.

"The tomb has already collapsed and sunk deep underground, completely destroyed. And this kid is the most likely person among those who returned alive to have obtained the Elixir of Immortality. His claim that he didn't see it sounds completely fake, no matter how you hear it!"

The shrill voice chuckled coldly. "That was my thought too. I almost wanted to rip his shoulder blade out just to see if he'd confess. But Mr. Joe gave clear orders, so I held back and didn't lay a finger on him."

The man with the square face turned his head, revealing a large, dark bruise spread across one cheek. This was none other than Maurice Driscoll, the ruling patriarch of the Driscoll family.

Standing before him respectfully was the leader o