"Does a Black Wizard really live here?"
"That's what Old Atar said."
"But in my impression, a Black Wizard's residence shouldn't look like this." Zhang Ji Xin's eyes swept over the beautiful lawn and the round, neatly trimmed shrubs around it. Then he looked at the lazily lounging Guardian Beast and the somewhat foolish Door Ring Beast, muttering again and again: "...It shouldn't look like this."
"Then what should it look like?" Zheng Qing countered. "Should there be a row of Man-hitting Willows planted outside the house, with a few rows of Man-eating Flowers as well? Should the guard dog be a skeleton with a deformed head whose drool can erode granite? And the Door Ring Beast — should it answer the visitor's questions in a creepy voice?"
"Not necessarily a skeleton dog," the red-faced Warlock solemnly corrected, "It could be a Hellhound, or a Houdou, or even a Nameless Monster stitched together from various creatures."
