3 days later, the Mad Doctor was following his routine as usual.
He had just been to his son's grave, and he was currently on the way to his office.
Over the past fortnight, each day, he had only been able to stay sane by imagining and dreaming of the moment that would soon come when he would crave the flesh of the King of Lanthanor and make him beg before finding out the location and identity of his master from him.
And if he didn't have the answer the Mad Doctor sought, then it was just too bad. The Central Continent would lose a valuable King, but a part of the Mad Doctor's revenge would at least be fulfilled, as he would be able to make that master feel a little of just how it was to lose a son.
However, until then, he had to stay out of sight of the Hero level members of the Sect of Hedon, who usually kept an eye on him due to some…activities that he had gotten up to a few decades back, which had partly given him the nickname he carried now.
