The Peerless Man With a Thousand Gifts

243 The Grave Robbers

Even though the corpse had been in the grave for almost two weeks, there was no smell of rotting flesh. No insects or worms had swarmed the dead body. It was preserved fresh as if frozen in time.

However, Victor's corpse looked despicable, with ugly black veins running all over it. Cracks had developed all over the limbs and torso, exposing his flesh and organs.

The two shovelers looked away. "I can't believe Mr. Damone actually died. I thought he was immortal," one of them said, wincing.

"You want us to carry the dead body to the NWO laboratory, sir? To conduct tests?"

"Do you know the mythological story of Thanatos and Alceste?" Atticus asked, ignoring the question.

The two exchanged confused glances, finding the out-of-context question strange. Was the Tribunal delivering a farewell speech to Victor Damone?

"No, sir," they replied in unison, keeping their thoughts to themselves.

Atticus looked up at the stars and began. "Then let me tell you the story. In Greek mythology, Thanatos