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.

with nine giant dragons carved onto it. With a golden throw draped upon it, the throne looked as if it was constantly in use. Staring at the Dragon Throne, Jared furrowed his brows at it. “Please, have a seat.”

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

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.”

to find one that has been 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, “Having said that, perhaps you can look for

them to draw seals for exorcism rituals. Consequently, their calligraphy brushes might contain some spirituality as well!” Jared was elated upon hearing Walter’s words, as he had forgotten about the idea. The calligraphy brushes used by the priests would definitely be