Old Man noticed that they passed quite a few pools of blood along the way.
The blood in those pools still flowed and had not congealed.
They felt very ominous.
Old Man thought it over and decided that if he made trouble along the way, something unfavorable to him would surely happen.
This was someone else's territory, after all, and he did not even know where his escape route was.
Anyone thinking normally would avoid acting too recklessly.
It was just that being at someone else's mercy felt terrible.
Old Man disliked it immensely.
He hoped the power he gained would be enough to make up for that disgust.
Otherwise, he would certainly raise hell here.
Before that, he was weighing his own strength against the other party's.
He was calculating whether he could gain any advantage in this rather dilapidated-looking secret base.
Judging by the Blood Noble before him, provided there were no ambushes or other unexpected circumstances.
He should be assured of victory in a head-on fight.
What if there were multiple Blood Nobles?
There was no need to fear that either.
Old Man would not stand stupidly in place, waiting to be surrounded and attacked.
He would use the terrain to keep moving, then cut the Blood Nobles down one by one when they became isolated.
Old Man had great confidence in his blade.
This blade had accompanied him through years of battle and was his most trusted companion.
It served him better than any divine weapon.
The journey was short, and they soon reached their destination-Mohg's bedchamber.
Calling this place, exposed to the wind on all sides and without so much as a ceiling, a bedchamber was entirely Mohg's insistence.
In fact, it was clearly a great hall or temple, looking more like somewhere used for