Home / Fantasy / The Last Chosen Summoner / 62| A Cup of Tea to Tell Stories
62| A Cup of Tea to Tell Stories

"Does that mean you want to know how old I am?" Joker hissed. "You were never taught manners by your parents, huh? Asking someone's age is very impolite. Especially a woman."

Eryk was surprised. He didn't mean it that way. He didn't even realize that his question had offended Joker.

"Excuse me, Miss?" Eryk is worried about being wrong again. "For being rude to you. You are right. My parents never taught me manners. Because they died when I was little."

Joker really looks very tired. At such a moment, Eryk realized the lines of maturity were etching on Joker's face. Not bars of wrinkles, but a mature attitude acquired through years of life experience. The look in Joker's eyes says it all.

"If you've ever met Evan Harris, you should know what happened to him and to me that Black Summer."

"So you guys are the great summoners still around today? Evan Harris... his physical appearance cannot age due to his spirit summon ability. I understand now. Because that's what happened to you too?"

"
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter