Springs came and autumns went for another six years. Batch after batch of people were brought into the villa, but in the end, only one ever walked out.
He was strikingly handsome, with brown hair, azure eyes, a high-bridged nose, and thin, alluring lips.
"Young Master, Madam wants to see you in the laboratory."
A man in a black cloak and a centipede mask handed him a white towel.
A barely perceptible trace of disgust flickered in Elias Lennox's eyes. He quickly drew a dagger. Blood splattered as the body convulsed.
Expressionless, he straightened up and walked out of the cage, ignoring the white towel Centipede offered and heading straight for the stairs.
"Young Master, Madam dislikes the smell of blood."
"Heh..." Elias Lennox sneered.
He continued on his way.
In the past six years, he had shot up like a willow sprout and was now almost as tall as Centipede.
"Young Master, the Master returns today. Please be sure to change into fresh clothes for the evening."
