Row upon row of crimson brick buildings stood there, grand and solemn, engraved with the wisdom and engineering secrets left behind by the Sage Institute's history.
Two figures followed the school's deeply woven paths, proceeding along roads that were gradually becoming familiar.
The streams by the roadside flowed like strings of amber, lightly winding around the small stones and producing pleasant sounds. The trees awakened by the morning light were reflected in the water, their emerald branches and leaves swaying gracefully across the clear surface as if murmuring of tranquility.
Noe had originally thought the academy was complicated and labyrinthine, with no way to find his destination no matter how many times he went around. But under Lu Weixier's guidance, who was familiar with the school, he soon passed several important landmarks. They should be arriving at Jella Memorial Square shortly.
"I'm actually a very failed father and educator. I put too much of my mind into the chamber of commerce and neglected him, letting him grow up freely. Before I knew it, every time I saw him, he had become someone I didn't recognize."
Noe sighed as he reflected on himself.
He had never expected Lanchi to be so promising.
He looked like a young master who wasted his days doing nothing.
In reality, he possessed quite a few talents and had put in efforts that no one else had discovered.
Perhaps it was all because he had met Miss Tata.
He had heard from the butler Hans and maid Francine that on that drunken night, Lanchi had shot down a pigeon. Apparently, he had also stumbled into the temple of the Goddess of Fate on the way.
After that.
When Lanchi woke up the next morning, he had begun to turn over a new leaf.
Perhaps that boy