Chapter 142 (1/2)

142 – The Eye of Truth, Exploration of the World

“Who for?” The wooden door of the house opened and a youngster dressed in black with messy hair and dark circle around his eyes extended his head out Looking at the group of people and the huge dog facing him, he asked cautiously

“Does Mr Glanny live here?” Well ently, “Our Master, the son of the Count of the Coral Island, the Baron of the Flower Town, Liszt Tulip, wants to ic-related issues”

“Ah, wait a ster stared blankly for athe door

After a while, the door opened, revealing the youngster's eure: “Teacher invites the Baron in The others are to wait outside”

Liszt nodded: “Stay outside”

“Sir…” Röh

Liszt waved his hand On the Coral Island, even the ive the Tulip Fae odor assaulted his nostrils It wasn't a common, day-to-day smell, but rather, resembled an odor released by some kind of chemicals

Liszt couldn't help but frown

It was dim inside In the room, he could see a mess of various ‘equipment'- metal, jade, and crystal tools There werelae sreen juice

The roo it was difficult

“Teacher is upstairs, he's waiting for you” The youngster was a bit wooden Looking at Liszt, there was no fear and reverence fro with an aristocrat in his eyes, only aardness froer

He probably lost his reverence towards aristocrats due to following a Wizard for too long A major factor why Wizards weren't popular was because these felloho believed in ‘knowledge', had contee was the only truth in the world

It got brighter as he ascended the creaking stairs

Then, Liszt saw the Wizard Glanny Truth The Wizard was covered in a wide cloak He was about 40 years old and had a hook nose, blue eyes, and brown hair

He sat on a chair with a book in his hands

After seeing Liszt, he closed the book and put it on a messy desk Liszt's eyes were sharp, he could see clearly that the cover of the book read [Iron, Alchemy Conjectures – Dedicated to His Excellency Great Wizard Dele with an eye inside

“Baron Liszt, compared to your brother Viscount Levis, you look raceful aristocrat” Glanny stood up He was taller than Liszt by a head Underneath the cloak, his figure was also wizened His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time

“Mr Glanny, you've seen my brother?”

“Of course, I cooperated with Viscount Levis several times Have a sit I don't observe the hypocritical etiquette of the aristocracy”

Liszt found a fairly clean stool: “The aristocratic etiquette isn't hypocritical, it's classy”

Glanny sneered: “Classy,others”