Time Flies

As the saying goes, after three days apart, one should look at a person with new eyes.

But in Duanmu Huai's case, he really did have to look at him with new eyes.

He remembered that Weber had still been a young man not even twenty years old back then, but now he had the face of a corporate wage slave...

"What did you do to him?"

Duanmu Huai carefully sized up the man before him. To be honest, no matter how he looked at him, he bore no resemblance whatsoever to the person in his memory.

"I remember this guy being a little shrimp back then. How did he get so tall? Did he take hormones or get plastic surgery?"

"I didn't get plastic surgery, Inquisitor Lord..."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's teasing, Weber stood up as well and gazed at him with an exasperated expression.

"I just... sigh, after all these years, I somehow ended up like this."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looking at how you've been living, if you shaved your head and walked down the street, people would think you had just been released from prison. Is being a Lord really that hard?"

"Sigh..."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's question, Weber let out a deep sigh... Those days really were tough. Although he had the Inquisition's support, the El-Melloi Family was not in debt. In fact, because they had supported other mages everywhere, and because Medea's classroom had brought the El-Melloi Family many connections, while Reines, Sakura, and Fiolee had all come into their own, the El-Melloi Family had gained quite a bit of support.

But good food also attracted flies. In fact, within the Clock Tower, quite a few people coveted the El-Melloi Family's wealth and power. In the past, with Duanmu Huai around, those people could only keep their