"The most important matter has been discussed," Tower Master Hugo's entire demeanor had clearly relaxed a great deal, "I have some nice things here I'd like to share with you."
"Nice things, you say? Then bring them out and let's have a look!"
Annan's eyes lit up as he half-jokingly encouraged Hugo.
Hugo and the Soul Reaping Monk belonged to the same era. Although he appeared to be a young man in his early twenties, in reality he was probably around seventy or eighty.
Considering Tower Master Hugo's discernment, if he was specifically mentioning something to Annan at this time, it was very likely an extraordinary treasure that would be rare anywhere else.
Although Annan wasn't too interested in his legacy—after all, he was "bricked into" the Heath Tower of Black in his twenties, lived a life without children, and in the end, all his legacy had to be left to Salvatore.
What was meant for Salvatore, Annan could basically get his hands on.
"Indeed, it's something good."
