Looking at The Half-Fool on the huge stone chair, the scenes from before, as well as the relevant scenes of the Nation of the Evernight flashed through Klein's mind. This evoked thoughts in him.
He didn't know much about Antigonus. In fact, he had almost lost control because of the ravings of "His" "Hornacis… Flegrea…" Therefore, he didn't feel any sympathy at the moment, at best some form of empathy.
The lingering memories were undoubtedly one of the best memories of the past.
Even though "He" was born extraordinary, Antigonus seemed to be deeply fond of the small, peaceful, and isolated nation.
Klein slowly exhaled as he looked away from the man with the thick black wolf-like bristles, and his gaze landed on the huge stone chair to the side.
A book made of thin, yellow brass was quietly placed there. It kept having three mercury-colored lines of rules being superseded on it.
0-02, Trunsoest Brass Book.
