Spirit Tower Had a Genius

In another room, almost an entire ship away from the First Class Cabin.

A greasy-haired, disheveled middle-aged man anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He grabbed a passing blond boy and hurriedly asked, "Have you still not found Paul?"

"I already told you, no—"

The boy shouted impatiently.

"What do you mean, no?"

Just then, a cold, hoarse voice drawled out slowly.

A chill suddenly seeped through the room. Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the voice.

It was a man who looked as gaunt as a ghostly shadow.

He appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with eyes as deep as a lone wolf crouching in wait for its prey. His back was slightly hunched, and when he appeared at the doorway, he leaned against the surrounding wall. Although he wore a neat suit, it was a size too large, leaving his shoulders unsupported and making him look somewhat slumped. A murky yellow radiance stained the depths of his eyes, giving him a sickly appearance.

He slowly walked in. The others immediately stopped talking and moving, greeting him and bowing:

"Professor Lasimi!"

"Good afternoon, Professor."

The middle-aged man addressed as Professor Lasimi merely nodded slightly without replying.

He fixed his gaze on the disheveled man and walked straight toward him.

The man was startled as well and obediently stood at attention like a student. The blond boy beside him looked terrified too, but did not dare run away. He could only glare angrily at the middle-aged man beside him before lowering his head.

"What do you mean, no?"

After approaching, Professor Lasimi repeated his earlier question in a low voice.

The blond boy answered at lightning speed, "Paul disappeared. Assistant Medel told us to go look for him..."

"That's how it is, Professor..."

The middle-aged man