Just before his death, Patterson finally understood.
He had, after all, participated in Linley’s father’s funeral. He knew that Linley’s father was already dead.
The funny thing was, just now, he had been hoping that he could leave with his life. But now, he completely understood why Linley had done what he had done. Deep in Patterson’s heart, he was unwilling to be resigned to dying like this. Based on his prowess as a warrior of the seventh rank, it wouldn’t be too hard to live for another two or three hundred years.
His life should still be long.
“I’m dying, but Clayde, your life won’t be much better.” As Patterson’s soul was drawn to the Netherworld, it contained a thread of hatred, hatred for his brother Clayde.
…..
After watching Patterson die, Linley returned to his normal form.
“Clayde. So the man behind this event was Clayde.” Linley frowned deeply.
