"Are you Britta's friend?"
The old man, who had just come out of the wooden house, asked.
"That's right… Are you the Old Crafter?" Cyril asked as he observed the man.
"Yes… Let's discuss your request inside." The old man replied as he invited Cyril to his house.
He appears to be an old monk with a white beard and mustache. Although his robe doesn't seem to belong to the Temple Monks, his aura still has similarities.
'I didn't know that the Old Crafter would have this kind of identity. Though he's not wearing monk's clothes, he must be related to them since he's living here.' Cyril mused.
He also noticed that the old man has full control of his Aura and he is using it to carry his weight! He must've achieved the peak of Aura Control already!
'Wait, he seems to be injured? Did he not receive my Lesser Healing Potion?'
Cyril then noticed that the man's left leg seems to be incapable of moving. It's no wonder why the old man is carrying himself with his Aura.