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.

He said bitterly, "Well, she's been very clever and handy since her childhood. I once told her that if she has any wish, she shall fold it into paper cranes, and gradually fill up this glass jar. When I have a chance... when I have time...I will pick out the paper cranes one by one and accompany her to fulfill the wishes inside."

Seeing the thousands of paper cranes squeezed together in the glass jar, Shen Yi smiled: "Then she still has a lot of stacks. Children have a lot of wishes."

Byron was silent for a long time and sighed: "Yes, children have a lot of wishes, but unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity and time to make it happen."

At this point, Byron's polite smile disappeared completely. A heavy sadness enveloped him. Shen Yi's face changed slightly as he read the air. He's afraid the daughter of the middle-aged man might have passed away.

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

Byron smiled slightly and shook his head.

"It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, by the way, your coffee is very good. I can say it is far beyond my expectations."

‘It really doesn't matter because I still have a chance to make up for it tonight.'

Byron continued: "This is the treasure left by my daughter. I buried it in the soil a few years ago to avoid missing and grieving, day and night. But I found myself still missing my daughter no matter what. So I dug it up again."

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

Because of his relatives and friends in the other world, he often turned over to the other side of the bed. He naturally understood what it was like to lose a loved one.

However, Shen Yi also knew that people could not dwell on the past, and grieve all the time. Otherwise, they will eventually harm themselves, and this is something that relatives and friends absolutely would not want to see.

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

He remained silent for a moment, and said, his eyes firm: "No, some things are destined to be unable to let go."

Resurrecting loved ones was taboo, but Byron had decided to go on regardless.

"I will always remember, and only my death will end my thoughts."

Byron's meaning was very clear- no matter who you are, whether a divinity, a fellow wizard, a member of a cult, or an investigator of the Bureau of Democracy.

If you want to stop me, the only way is to kill me immediately.

Shen Yi nodded in silence.

A shallow statement is one of the most taboo things when communicating with people. After all, it's the other party's family affairs. So he can't say anything more.

Shen Yi just thought of his family in his hometown and was touched.

Byron was relieved to see the other person's reaction. The mysterious man didn't want to meddle in his affairs.

Even if I have confidence in my strength, fighting in the city is not a good thing after all. Not to mention the indiscriminate killing of innocents, it would be very troublesome to provoke the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau.

The black coffee in the mug was still hot, far from finished, but he did not want to continue drinking.

Byron stood up and smiled, "This meeting is also a work of fate. Sir, Can you tell me your name?"

Shen Yi shook his hand and returned the smile, "Shen Yi."

‘His surname is Shen. Is he from Shangxuan? It is a distant country.' Byron silently wrote down the name in his heart and said his name, "Byron Anhalt."

He started to walk outside the cafe

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Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment and immediately blocked him, "You haven't paid the bill yet."

Byron shuddered 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 weird face, Byron began to wonder if he had made a wrong judgment.

‘Is the other party just an ordinary person?'

‘But what about the aura of the god?'

He was puzzled.

Shen Yi smiled and gave way.

Byron left the cafe without a hitch this time.

Although still puzzled as he couldn't determine the identity of the mysterious owner of the cafe, Byron knew at least one thing- This mysterious Shangxuan person is not hostile to him. Knowing this is enough

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Outside the cafe, it began to drizzle again.

Byron opened his umbrella and walked towards the outskirts of Beland. He did not hesitate to offend the gods outside the world and hunted down the followers of the Lord of Ashes, just to use it as a sacrifice for the summoning ceremony.

Tonight, he's going to touch the taboo of wizards and summon a mythical, untouchable god from beyond the world.

To bring back his beloved daughter.