Chapter 39: Dumbledore and the cold beauty
The back gate of the apartment complex opened, and an old man stepped out of the gate. Damon had to rub his eyes and look again because the old man looked as if he had stepped right out of the game world. Or rather, the Harry Potter movie set.
He was kind of like Dumbledore with long white hair and a long white beard, and flowing layered robes that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
A tall wooden staff topped with a faintly glowing crystal tapped softly against the pavement as he walked. He had an air of unhurried dignity, each step radiating the calm of someone who had seen centuries pass and grown bored of most of them.
Damon blinked again. His instincts told him that this was definitely not a regular old man from the neighborhood. He immediately couldn’t pinpoint it, and it took him a second, but he soon recognized why.
Mana!
This guy in front of him actually had mana gathered in his body!
Impossible! Damon’s eyes went wide. The first thing he did after he turned into a vampire was try and sense mana, but there was absolutely no mana in Earth’s atmosphere. At least not yet. Then how could this old man have mana in his body?
It was not much mana. It was definitely not enough to form a mana core. In fact, the old man seemed not to even know how to handle mana and prevent it from constantly seeping out of his body, and yet there was undeniably mana inside him.
While Damon was still trying to size up the old man, a familiar face appeared beside him. It was that cold beauty from next door.