"Jacob..."
The one-eyed old man leaned on his cane with both hands and murmured, "That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time..."
The person sitting on the sofa and chatting with Iver was a short, thin old man.
His cheeks were sunken, and his pursed lips gave him a mean look. His long, horse-like face had withered, and his left eye held a prosthetic eye that looked like a gray glass marble... exactly the same style as Old Inspector William's.
His hunched body looked as though it might collapse at any moment, and even his steps came in halting bursts. His withered arms were more than a full circle thinner than the cane he leaned on, making him look almost like a skeleton covered in human skin.
This squire of Eagle Cape Village was the richest person here, and perhaps one of the most cultured as well.
Although Iver had no idea where his money came from, or why he lived in such a remote place as Eagle Cape Village, where even newspapers could not be delivered promptly...
Judging from the carpets covering his rooms, the paintings hanging on the walls, and the few antiques and works of art inside, his wealth was at least on par with that of a moderately wealthy merchant on Glass Island.
Iver's classmate, John Aiden, came from a family that sold antiques. This squire was roughly at that level.
What surprised Lily the most was that... there was not a single servant in the squire's home.
Even setting aside professional personal attendants, there was not even a butler, maid hired to clean, or cook.
The old man looked to be well into his eighties, and he even needed a cane to walk! Forget maintaining the house—he probably could not even take