In the photo, the young man in his twenties had dark-brown hair. He had a few freckles on his face, and his eyes were dark blue. His facial features weren't outstanding; he was just an ordinary person of Red River ethnicity.
The middle-aged man beside the young guy looked similar to him. It was obvious that they were related by blood.
The middle-aged man's hair was messy, and he didn't have a clean shave. He had an honest-looking smile, but there was a sharp twinkle in his eyes.
Judging from their clothes, the two men weren't considered well-off. They just weren't poor and weren't middle-class.
Shang Jianyao extended his right palm that was covered in metal bones and pointed at the young man in the photo. "That's the Kalendaria's Son?"
"Probably." Genava moved his metal neck up and down. "Normal people wouldn't place someone else's photo in their room out in the open. One of them must be him, and I'm guessing he's the younger one."
