Treatment

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, Solam finally arrived at Fitzgerald's hideout. Honestly, given how complicated the terrain here was, without someone to guide you, you would never find the correct way out in less than a few weeks.

"I'm telling you, you Shadow Thieves are really cautious, hiding in a rat hole like this." The moment Solam saw Fitzgerald, he began complaining. He had promised Lilith that he would spend the entire day with her, yet he had broken his word. He had already missed dinner, and he had no idea how angry Lilith would be when he got back.

Fitzgerald showed no displeasure at Solam's vaguely mocking jab. In fact, he took Solam's sarcasm as praise. As Shadow Thieves, what they were proudest of was their headquarters. This place could absolutely be called one of the safest locations in the world. Since the Shadow Thieves had come into existence, no one had ever breached this stronghold.

However, he had no time to show off to Solam. He grabbed Solam and dragged him into Edward's room, then pointed at Edward, who was lying on the bed at death's door. "Help me! I'll agree to any condition!"

Solam did not respond. Instead, he carefully examined Edward. Edward's entire body had taken on a strange bluish-gray hue, and a lingering stench of blood clung to him. It appeared Edward's bleeding symptoms had become extremely serious.

Solam stepped forward and carefully pried open Edward's eyelids, closely inspecting his eyes. The situation was even worse than it appeared on the surface. Blood had already begun seeping into his eyeballs. The whites and blacks of his eyes, once clearly distinct, had now been stained halfway through by dark red blood.

Given Edward's current condition, the bleeding had spread throughout his entire body. Judging