In the scorching underground chamber, an old man and a young man were passionately discussing alchemy knowledge.


    Kyrie, the great witch doctor, unconsciously began to change how he addressed L. As their discussion deepened, he went from calling L “kid” to “young man,” then to “your excellency.” Finally, he directly called him “little friend.”


    The change in address indicated Kyrie’s changing attitude towards L. The term “little friend” represented his affection for this young man and his attitude of equal interaction.


    “Little friend, why did you lie to me?”


    After an hour had passed, Kyrie’s face turned red with excitement as he stared at L with a glint in his eye.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    “Huh? What do you mean by lying to you? I didn’t lie about anything,” replied L with confusion on his face.


    Just moments ago they were getting along well; why did Kyrie suddenly turn hostile? It seemed that Raphael was right – this great witch doctor had a capricious personality!


    “Hmph! You haven’t lied yet? You’re not just knowledgeable about alchemy – you’re incredibly proficient!”


    “You still think you’re not lying?”


    Atst, Kyrie couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. His previously stern expression softened.


    L was sweating profusely as heughed and said, “Alchemy is vast and profound. I dare not say that I am proficient. Sir, you’re too kind!”


    Kyrie waved his hand dismissively, “Enough of your false modesty! And stop calling me ‘sir.’ We share simr interests; today your insights into alchemy and ancient medicine have given me a sense of enlightenment.”


    “We can be considered friends now! How about we be sworn brothers?”


    “What? Sworn brothers?”


    L looked at him strangely. This great witch doctor really didn’t follow convention when it came to social norms… it seemed like every moment was unpredictable…


    “Why not? Do you look down on me or something?” asked Kyrie with a frown on his face while staring at him intently. His fiery red hair looked like it might explode any second – truly resembling that of a fire lion.


    “How could that be possible?! I’m just surprised by your kindness!” replied L seriously.


    “If you think highly enough of me, then let us be sworn brothers.”


    At this moment, Kyrie was amazed by his understanding of L. He didn’t just want to be brothers with him on a whim, but had his own considerations.


    L’s insights and aplishments in alchemy seemed to open up a whole new world for Kyrie. In just a short conversation, he had already obtained at least five precious forms from L.


    Kyrie had been obsessed with alchemy for years and it was clear how impressed he was. By bing brothers with L, he knew that his own achievements in alchemy would eventually reach new heights.


    He couldn’t let go of this walking “alchemy secret book” that was L. As for L himself, he also admired Kyrie greatly.


    He knew his own business!


    It was entirely because he obtained the jade pendant inheritance that he had achieved his current aplishments and knowledge.


    However, this great witch doctor had relied solely on his years of cultivation and research to attain his current level of achievement. It was truly admirable!


    It can be said that after this in-depth discussion, a mutual feeling of sympathy had developed between L and Kyrie.


    Next, Kyrie directly took L’s hand and, with an oath to heaven and earth, they became sworn brothers.


    Of course, the dialogue about not asking to be born on the same day but to die on the same day naturally followed. After the ceremony, the great witch doctor burst intoughter, saying, “L, rest assured, I am at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, and I can live for at least three to five hundred more years, haha…”


    Upon hearing this, L responded with a surprised “Oh?” and said, “Then I better quickly improve my strength so that I don’t just live for a mere hundred and eighty years and burden my elder brother, hehe…”


    With these words, the twoughed heartily.


    Then, L cleared his throat, changed his tone, and felt that it was time to get down to business.


    “Brother, my daughter has been afflicted with a strange curse. That’s the reason I came to find you this time,” he said.


    “Take a look…” Upon hearing this, Kyrie waved his hand and said, “No need for exnations, we are now brothers, and your daughter is my niece. Where is she now? I’ll go see her.”


    “In that case, you go up first, and I’ll gather some things and join you.”


    Hearing this, he eximed, “Great!”


    Initially, he thought he would have to bring Nora along, but it turned out that Kyrie himself would personally go to lift the curse on his daughter.


    L had previouslye down with Darius, so he was familiar with the way and followed the same path back to the ground floor of the small building.


    However, when he arrived, he couldn’t help but be stunned.


    In the hall, sitting there unexpectedly were two “familiar faces”, engaged in a conversation with Darius.


    As they saw L entering from the backyard of the small building, the three of them turned their gazes towards him.


    Upon seeing L, Altha and Penelope paused for a moment, and then a sinister smile appeared on their faces. Darius’s face became cold and filled with a chilling gaze as he stared at L.


    “L! You’vee out?” Altha asked with a sinister tone the next second.


    Penelope red at L with resentment and said, “You piece of garbage, you seem surprised, don’t you? You never would have dreamed that you would encounter us here, right?”


    With a mocking tone, she asked, “Guess why we’re here?”


    L askrf expressionlessly, “Why? What does Nemesis Pavilion have to do with you?”


    Through gritted teeth, Penelope replied, “You clever bastard! So, there is retribution in the workings of fate! Heaven had a path for you, but you barged into hell!”


    At this moment, Darius stood up and coldly and indifferently asked L, “Kid, did you kill Diego, right?”


    L hesitated for a moment and nodded, saying, “It was me. What about it?”


    Darius sneered, “Diego was my disciple!”


    Upon hearing this, L opened his mouth to say something. However, Darius interrupted him, saying, “You don’t need to defend yourself! I don’t care about the cause and effect of this matter, nor do I care who was right or wrong between you, Diego, and Altha. I have no interest in fairness; I’m only here to avenge my disciple! So, prepare to leave your life behind!”


    Upon hearing this, L shook his head and said, “Little Darius, I have no intention of defending myself. I just want to remind you that you better noty a finger on me! There is a generational gap between us now!”