The Shop
I accepted the dark wood from Otto's hands. At this time, the other customers heard the conversation and drew near to us.
The old man's eyes gleamed with a twinkle. He knew the truth. He believed that his piece of wood was a valuable item.
Otto and Patrick turned towards their Master as well. Their decade-old eyes didn't notice anything special.
But the old man was a Supreme Wizard as well. They didn't know why he would lie.
Frank had appeared as well. Magic Lord Rock was sitting in the corner chair, watching the drama unfold. He wanted to see what Master Vincent was going to do.
"How many talents is he hiding?" Rock thought.
The identity of the Silver Tower was special. Yet the kid wanted to develop his own power. He knew the kid's ambition was great. But he didn't know whether the kid could truly identify the item.
At the same time, my gaze fell on the dark wood. At first, I tried to sense the wood without relying on the system's power.
