133 Elder of Books

The third day into the Month of Looming Frost.

Apprentice Town Eight.

Angor woke up earlier. After he washed up, he found himself a black gentleman attire which suited him just fine.

Inside the mirror, the young kid quickly became an elegant nobleman with a high nose bridge, delicate lips, deep-blue eyes and messy but lively short blond hair. When viewed by the people in this era, Angor was absolutely a top-tier handsome. Even though he did not pay much attention to his dressing, he managed to draw a lot of attention to himself. When the boy tried to look better, he only made it super.

"Something is amiss…" Angor muttered. Anyone else here to comment on his looks would not find anything more that could be done.

Bird chirping came from the French window. Angor opened it and invited fresh air into the house. Along with it came a seabird wearing black gentleman suit, Toby.