Aiden looked at the old man with broken teeth and said, "Your goal is the Demonic Blood Dragon, right?"
Gudolf was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, yes, yes, that's my goal."
He waved his hand, and from the shadows at his feet emerged a disgustingly large housefly. It flitted up and perched on his shoulder, its red eyes glinting malevolently. The creature looked like something straight out of a nightmare—a demonic fly from the depths of hell.
"Meet my cute brain eater," Gudolf said, stroking the fly with a twisted affection. "With her help, I learned the secret of the Blood Demonic Dragon. After I killed an Alchemist here just because she was hungry, I was able to uncover its secrets." He grinned wickedly as he kissed the fly, which buzzed ominously in response.
'Who is he?' Aiden telepathically asked Ancestor, whose face was set in a solemn expression as he stared at Gudolf.
