Chapter 10: The Wizard Who Touches Taboo
The middle-aged man wore a British-style black suit with a bright red rose on his chest. His sea-blue eyes were filled with the wisdom and curiosity of the elderly.
In one hand, he held the umbrella that he had just put away, and the other held a glass jar covered with damp mud.
Sitting in the cafe, Byron put the glass jar on the table, and he started looking around the shop.
The cafe was small, but the interior was neat and clean.
Behind the cafe's bar stood its owner, a young man in his twenties.
‘At least that's how it looks on the surface, but in reality?'
There was this intense, scorching, and heavy aura of the Lord of Ashes around him that made him breathless. Byron would never believe that he was just a commoner.
‘So, who is this sacred person?'
Byron became more and more interested. According to his nature, regardless of whether the person is a friend or a foe he won't let it go.