Angel still remembered that when he first met Lofigue, the man had given him the impression of being an exceptionally dependable, steady, mature man. Compared to his flighty best friend—Orlando—Lofigue was practically the other extreme in terms of composure. It was precisely because of this that Orlando had relied too heavily on Lofigue in every aspect of his life. When it came time to assign mentors, they had been forced apart: one was assigned to the Mirror World, while the other was placed outside the mirror.
Lofigue was the one who had spent all these years cultivating outside the mirror.
Yet what surprised Angel somewhat was that Lofigue, who had once favored black-and-white attire and had always been mature and elegant, had now adopted an entirely different image.
Brown-black leather pants, a burgundy shirt, and a gleaming golden trench coat made him look like a male escort dressed to the nines for a performance at a wine party.
What had Lofigue gone through over the years? Why had his fashion sense changed so drastically? Question marks kept popping up in Angel's mind.
Lofigue, naturally, had no idea that someone was puzzling over his transformation. Standing behind the mirror, he stroked the ever-unchanging walrus mustache by his lips and looked smilingly at Feng Man. "If I remember correctly, you're that promising new summoner known as the Newcomer Butcher in Sky Tower?"
Feng Man kept his head lowered as he opened the mirror passage and did not reply.
Lofigue did not seem to mind Feng Man's attitude. Still twirling his mustache, he smiled and said, "Young man, climbing Sky Tower is merely a test of your strength. Having too much killing intent isn't a good thing, you know~"
Only after a long while did Feng Man squeeze out a sentence through clenched