Preface
“How’s my son?” a big
tan man with black beard asked an old man beside him.
“Not so good, leader,” he replied, frowning. “His symptom is not good.”
Aloysius, the leader of Adolph clan, inhaled deeply, trying his best to control
himself not to rampage. He looked down at a young man lying on the stone bed.
“Is there any way we can help him, wizard?” he asked, fondling his unconscious
son’s black hair softly.
“Yes, leader,” the dark wizard said. “We need pure blood from the right girl.”
“The right girl?” Aloysius caressed his beard. “How are we gonna find that
girl?”
“Please follow me, leader,” the dark wizard bowed low, before walking ahead to
the deep corner of the chamber.
He pointed at a small pond, and chanted long strange words. The withered skin
in the entire body trembled.
Aloysius waited patiently. His fists were very tight, and his breath was fast
and frequent. His mind was deeply sunk into a hot pond of fear. Was he really
going to lose his beloved son?
“Leader,” a harsh voice called Aloysius’s consciousness back.
“Yes?”
“Please look inside the pond,” the wizard said.
Aloysius looked into the pond, and the reflection he saw made him smile.
“I’m sending my men now,” he spoke loudly. “She’s gonna be here to serve my son
tonight.”
But the wizard shook his face in a very serious manner. “I’m afraid you can’t
do that, leader,” he sent Aloysius a parchment.
Aloysius gave him a suspicious look, before taking the parchment to read. Every
alphabet written on that parchment tightened his fists.
He gave the parchment back to the doctor.
“So, who do you think should we send?” he asked, trying his best not to show
out his fear. He knew that this was not an easy job at all.
“Heaven has chosen the guy for you,” the doctor replied, and told his leader
who was to be sent.
Aloysius nodded imperatively. “Call him here now!”