Chapter 95 Where Did It All Go Wrong?

• CALEB.
• “The scroll has been taken already. So your words are useless. I should have given you someone who is familiar with the arts. You're competent, and I thought it best to use someone I know.” His voice was as smooth as the silk shirt he had on. For once, he didn't dress like he had murdered a thousand people while eating croissants in France with a beautiful woman at his side.
• He looked normal.