Stop Calling Me!

The remaining breath of the Lord of Ashes.

He looked at the young man in the store, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

People from the Order of Chaos Embers?No, this breath is stronger and thicker than those of the believers, and it doesn't even look like what humans can leave behind.

The middle-aged man became interested. He stepped into the coffee shop and sat in a more secluded position.

He smiled gently and spoke calmly.

"Mister over there, please bring me a cup of black coffee."

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The wizard who touched the taboo

The middle-aged man was wearing a British-style black suit with a bright red rose on his chest, and his sea-blue eyes were full of the wisdom and curiosity of an elder.

In one hand he held a freshly folded umbrella and in the other a glass jar covered in damp dirt.

Sitting in the coffee shop, Byron put the glass jar on the table and began to observe.

This is a small cafe.

The store is neat and clean.

The owner of the coffee shop stood behind the bar, a young man in his early twenties.

At least on the surface.

Actually?

The strong breath of the Lord of Ashes, scorching hot, twisted, thick, made him a little out of breath.

Saying that this is just an ordinary person, Byron absolutely does not believe it.

So, who exactly is this one?

Byron became more and more interested. Whether the opponent was an enemy or a friend, according to his personality, he did not want to escape.

Shen Yi wore a professional and polite smile on his face, ensuring that every guest would have a spring-like experience.

Finally we have guests.

Shen Yi murmured in his heart, if he didn't have any guests, he wouldn't be able to open a coffee shop, so he would sleep on the street.

The majestic "Lord of Ashes" couldn't afford the utility bills, and lived on the streets, suffering from hunger and cold. I don't know what the cultists thought when they found out.

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

He heard that people who like to drink black coffee tend to have a calmer personality, and the temperament of today's first guest seems to confirm this statement.

Nolan is a country with nobles, Shen Yi is not surprised at Byron's attire.

Shen Yi selected poza coffee beans, skillfully took out the filter paper, put it into the filter cup, rinsed it with hot water, and put in the coffee powder.

Start punching.

He first pokes a small hole in the ground coffee with his little finger, then pours a little hot water from the pouring pot into the small hole, spreads the ground coffee clockwise, and steams.

Let the ground coffee expand.

After adding water and standing still again and again, the aroma of black coffee is gradually enticing.

Byron secretly observed the young man behind the bar.

There is a kind of his breath on his body, very thick, the taste of the Lord of Ashes, the god of the world.

However, this atmosphere is gradually dissipating.

As for why Byron can distinguish this aura... He just hunted and killed a family member of the Lord of Ashes not long ago.

Byron is Nolan's orthodox aristocrat, and he is also a top-level wizard. Even the family of the gods outside the world, most of them are not his opponents.

Who is this person?Did he come here to stop me? Byron's eyes were full of doubts.

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

Could it be that the young man who left the Ash Lord's aura in the cafe wasn't the young man in front of him who was focusing on coffee?

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

"It's ready."

Shen Yi shook the heat-resistant pot lightly, carefully poured the brewed black coffee into the mug, his concentrated manner was extraordinarily elegant.

He brought hot black coffee backstage and set it on Byron's table.

"Your black coffee, please use."

"Thank you."

Byron nodded, took a sip of coffee, and didn't care about the high temperature.

The aroma is not particularly strong, it is a light grassy aroma, the taste is soft, the acidity is low, and there is no discomfort.

At least it is certain that this is not a magic potion.

"Isn't it hot?"

Shen Yi was a little surprised, and then he noticed the glass jar on the table, which was covered with damp soil, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.

The inside of the jar is filled with sea-blue origami cranes.

He asked, "Are there thousands of paper cranes in this jar?"

Byron nodded lightly, smiled and said, "My daughter made them all, isn't each one beautiful?"

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, he didn't want to understand why the man in front of him would walk up and down the street with such a thing.

But he couldn't let the conversation go cold, and replied with a smile: "Very beautiful, your daughter's hands should be very clever."

Byron was silent, recalling the past.

He said bitterly: "Well, she has always been very ingenious since she was a child. I once told her that if you have any wish, you can fold it into a thousand paper cranes and put it in this glass jar."

"When I have the opportunity, when I have... the time... I will pick out the thousand paper cranes one by one, and accompany her to realize the wish inside."

Seeing the paper cranes crowded together in the glass jar, Shen Yi smiled: "Then she still stacks quite a lot, children must have a lot of wishes."

Byron was silent for a long time, and heaved a long sigh: "Yes, children have many wishes, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity and time to realize them."

At this point, Byron's polite smile disappeared completely, and a heavy sadness enveloped him.

Shen Yi's face changed slightly, he could read air, so it turned out that the daughter the middle-aged man was talking about might have passed away.

Shen Yi said politely: "I'm sorry."

Byron smiled slightly. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. By the way, your coffee is very delicious. It can be said that it far exceeded my expectations."

It really doesn't matter because I still have a chance, a chance to make amends.

Just tonight.

Byron continued: "This is a relic left by my daughter. I buried it in the ground a few years ago so that I would not think about it. It made me sad day and night. But I found that I still missed my daughter anyway, so I went to Dig it out."

Shen Yi sighed, and said: "It's better to let go of some things, blind obsession may harm you."

Because of his relatives and friends in that world, he often tossed and turned on the bed, so he naturally understood the feeling of losing a loved one.

But Shen Yi also knows that one cannot always be immersed in the past and sorrow, otherwise one will end up harming oneself, and this is something that relatives and friends would never want to see

Byron stared at the glass jars in front of him and the stacked paper cranes, which reminded him of his daughter's voice and smile.

He was silent for a while, with firm eyes: "No, some things are destined not to be let go."

Reviving one's own loved ones is a taboo path, but Byron has decided to go for it.

"I will always remember it. Only my death can end my thoughts."

What Byron meant was already obvious, no matter who you were, whether you were a fellow wizard, a member of a cult, or an investigator with the Magic Defense Service.

The only way to stop me is to kill me immediately.

Shen Yi could only nod silently.

The most taboo to communicate with others is to speak lightly and profoundly. After all, it is the other party's family business, and it is not good for me to say anything else.

Shen Yi just thinks of his relatives in his hometown and it touches his heart.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Byron breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this mysterious man didn't want to meddle in his own business.

Even if you have confidence in your own strength, fighting in the city is not a good thing after all.

Let alone killing innocent people indiscriminately, it would be very troublesome to provoke investigators from the Anti-Magical Bureau.

The black coffee in the mug was still hot and far from finished, but there was no need for him to drink any more.

Byron smiled and got up and said, "This meeting is also a fate, sir, tell me your name."

Shen Yi shook hands with the other party with a smile and said, "Shen Yi."

Is the surname Shen, from Shangxuan?It was a very distant country. Byron silently remembered the name in his heart, and also exchanged names.

"Byron Anhalt."

He left his seat and walked out of the coffee shop.

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, and immediately stood beside him, saying: "You haven't paid the bill yet."

Byron shook, and his body stopped.

He thought the other party was going to do something, but he didn't expect that this person really wanted to collect money.

"okay."

After paying the money with a strange expression on his face, Byron began to wonder if he had made a mistake in his judgment. Could it be that the other party was just an ordinary person?

However, how to explain the breath of the gods outside the world?For a moment, he didn't think of the answer.

Shen Yi gave in with a smile.

Byron left the coffee shop smoothly this time.

Although I still have doubts, I am not sure what the identity of the mysterious owner of the coffee shop is.

But Byron at least understood one thing.