Chapter 424 The Death of Rolf Holden
- No!
- To be precise, what lay under the old man’s feet couldn’t even be called a path. The rain-slick stones were treacherous, but though his steps looked slow and heavy, every placement of his foot was solid.
- He wore a gray-brown straw raincoat. The forest was muggy and wet—worse after the downpour—but he moved as if oblivious to the miserable weather.