A Man Like None Other

As they continued walking in, he saw an exquisitely designed landscape complete with a pavilion built with classical architecture. “Mr. Grange, your trees must be really old, aren’t they?” Jared couldn’t help but ask as he could feel the surge of spiritual energy coming from them. “Mr. Chance, these trees are hundreds of years old.

They are the reason why Mr. Grange built his villa here,” Tommy explained. Jared nodded, finally understanding why Walter chose to retire in Horington despite it being an unassuming city. Places that were filled with spiritual energy were indeed excellent for living out one’s old age. Nourished by spiritual energy, one was able to beat back the effects of aging. After walking along a corridor, the group arrived in the main hall.

filled with antique furniture, each of them at least a hundred years old. There was even a Dragon Throne right in the center of the hall with nine giant dragons carved onto it. With a golden throw draped upon it, the throne

help with, please go ahead and speak your mind.” Walter obviously knew Tommy wanted something. After Tommy looked in Jared’s direction, Jared explained, “Since we’re aware

rosaries that are imbued with fresh animal blood.” “Spiritual brush?” Walter knitted his brows in thought. “Mr. Grange, we’re definitely not asking it for free. As long as you have it, I’m willing to pay whatever price you name.” Tommy quickly dispelled any doubts Walter had. “There’s no need for

left around for so long. As for cinnabar rosaries imbued with fresh animal blood, I’ve never heard of one like that before.” Despite shaking his head, Walter continued,

Jared was elated upon hearing Walter’s words, as he had forgotten about the idea. The calligraphy