After pondering for a long time, he threw it into the drawer.
He turned to look at the corpse of the maid lying on the floor.
"Failed transformation? It seems a powerful body is needed, no, maybe the male demon devoured her soul, causing it to fail.
No rush, take it slowly."
He casually comforted himself, waving his hand lightly.
A spatial rift appeared beneath the corpse, along with the blood-stained carpet, which fell into it.
As if nothing had happened, he sat beside the chair, continuing to drink the wine in his hand and reading his book.
...
At this moment, a dark small room.
Several cloaked figures were gathered here, sitting around a circular table, with the only illumination in the room being the candles on the table.
At this moment, the door beside them opened.
Another cloaked figure walked in, through the wooden door you could hear the pattering rain outside.
