Chapter 10: The Wizard Who Touches Taboo (1/2)

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.

Shen Yi put a professional smile on his face to ensure that every guest has a spring-like experience.

‘Finally, there is a guest.'

Shen Yi muttered in his heart that if he didn't come back, there would be no guest, and if there was no guest he wouldn't be able to open the coffee shop and would have to sleep on the street.

The dignified "Lord of Ashes" couldn't afford the utility bills, lived on the streets, hungry and cold. He didn't know what the cultists would think.

Shen Yi nodded to him: "Okay, I will serve you the coffee soon."

He heard people who like to drink black coffee tend to have a more calm personality. The temperament of today's first guest seems to confirm this statement.

Nolan was an aristocratic country, and Shen Yi was not surprised by Byron's suit.

Shen Yi chose Boza coffee beans and skillfully took out the filter paper, put it in the filter cup, dampened it with hot water, and put the coffee powder in it.

Then he started hand brewing.

First, he poked a small hole in the coffee powder with his pinky finger, then poured some hot water from the kettle into the hole, spread the coffee powder clockwise, and steamed it.

Let the coffee powder swell up.

After repetition of adding water and resting, the black coffee gradually became aromatic.

Byron secretly observed the youth behind the bar.

‘He had an aura of Him, an intense one- the aura of the Lord of Ashes, an ethereal god.'

But this aura was gradually dissipating.

As for why Byron could distinguish this kind of aura... He had recently hunted a

follower of the Lord of Ashes not long ago.

Byron was from Nolan's orthodox aristocracy and also a top wizard. Most of them were not his opponents even if they were followers of a god outside the world.

‘Who is this person?' Byron's eyes were filled with doubt. ‘Did he come here to confront me?'

A few minutes later, the Lord of Ashes' aura completely dissipated. Byron frowned slightly and began to speculate again.

‘Could it be that the young man making the coffee in front of him is not the one who spread the aura of the Lord of Ashes in the cafe?'

He still couldn't determine the true identity of the young man.

"It's ready."

Shen Yi gently shook the heat-resistant pot and carefully poured the brewed black coffee into a mug with extraordinary elegance and concentration.

He served hot black coffee from the bar and put it on Byron's table.

"Your black coffee, please."

"Thanks."

Byron nodded and took a sip of coffee, not caring about the heat.

‘The aroma is not particularly strong, a light grassy fragrance, soft taste, low acidity, no discomfort. It should not be a magic potion.'

"Isn't it hot?"

Shen Yi was a little surprised, and then he noticed the glass jar placed on the table, which is covered with moist soil as if it has just been dug out from somewhere. The jar was filled with sea-blue paper cranes.

He exclaimed, "There seems to be a thousand paper cranes in this jar!"

Byron gently nodded and smiled, "They are all made by my daughter. Each one is beautiful, right?"

Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment. He didn't understand why the man in front of him would carry such a thing and walk around on the street.

But he couldn't let the conversation get cold and replied with a smile, "It's very beautiful. Your daughter must be quite good with her hands."

Byron was silent and recalled the past.