From his back, the man looked lean and tall. He stood by the western window, using the slanting sunlight to read through a thick stack of documents in his hands.
Perhaps because he heard the balcony doors being pushed open, the man turned around.
After pausing for two seconds, he lightly curled his lips. "So it's the Transcendent Dimension wizard."
As he spoke, he closed the documents and walked toward Angel. Stopping three steps away, he removed his pure white glove and extended his hand to Angel.
A handshake.
This was the traditional etiquette of Wensbills nobles. Compared to the even more traditional cheek kiss, Wensbills nobles preferred the restrained, faintly detached gesture of a handshake.
Angel looked at the newcomer, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His clear voice, elegant movements, traditional etiquette, and perfectly tailored suit adorned with dark-gold accessories—every detail carried an ascetic air of rigorously observed order.
He looked like a refined noble scholar.
Yet anyone who had heard his name would fear him to some degree. Even within Savage Cave, his name was more frightening than Sanders's. This could be seen from Frod's expression. Frod had originally been working at the desk, but he kept glancing up at the young man, obvious fear in his eyes. He was terrified that, in the instant he lowered his head, this refined young man would turn into a monster and tear him apart in a single bite.
After pondering for half a second, Angel extended his hand as well and lightly shook the other's. He called out his name. "Wizard Bayer."
The refined young man was Dumartin Bayer, nicknamed "Miniature World." Among the lower-level apprentices of Savage Cave, he was known as the Skull-Splitting Butcher. He was an eccentric wizard passionate about biological research and possessed of an