Walking down from the top floor of the Treehouse Tavern, he soon arrived at the hall on the first floor.
Compared to the quiet of the top floor, this place was far livelier. Many idle residents came here to have a few drinks, sit around, and chat.
Angel's gaze swept around for a moment before finally settling on a corner.
Before he even reached it, he could already hear peals of coquettish laughter.
Two beautiful ladies held glasses of newly brewed flower wine in one hand, gently swirling them, while using feather fans in the other to cover their incessantly laughing mouths. Their eyes remained fixed on the little gray-haired old man seated between them.
Hearing the beauties laugh, the little old man grew even more animated and continued recounting his experiences. The fantastical adventures within earned him even more bashful giggles.
To Angel, the scene looked exactly like a lecherous little old man hoodwinking innocent young girls.
Yet these two "young girls" were clearly worldly women, their eyes brimming with shrewdness. Even so, the little old man could make their beauty bloom in laughter, proving that while he might be lecherous, his skills were formidable.
Angel had originally intended to wait until the little old man finished before approaching. But the man was like an inexhaustible storytelling machine, spinning one lurid tale after another without end.
After considering it, Angel decided not to wait any longer. He stepped forward and lightly tapped the tabletop.
"Mr. Nis." Angel nodded to him in greeting.
This little gray-haired old man was none other than Sanders's close friend, the soul wizard Nis Byron.
"Two beautiful ladies, I have something I would like to ask Mr. Nis. Would it be possible to borrow a little of his time?" Angel paused and looked toward the