152. Cooperation

Lance clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

"Finally." He couldn't curb the exhilaration running through his body.

"Yes, you found the last one. I have looked into it for a very long time, but never found what that 'sphere' or hub is. I'm pleased to finally know about the situation." James smiled elegantly.

Lance stood up, getting inpatient,

"Can I see him?" He asked.

James followed suit and raised unhurriedly,

"Please follow me." He made an elegant gesture with his hand.

They walked up an old, long wooden staircase that creaked with each step, having its own charm. A long corridor later, they stood in front of a door with glass windows, entering, there was a man at least eighteen years old, the same Asian traces with darker skin but his hair blonde with light blue eyes. With the combination of his features, he was doing his name more than just a little justice.

He was sitting on the floor playing with dinosaur figures.