Aiwass carefully observed the old ritualist before him, who usually maintained a low profile.
Queen Sofia ascended to the throne sixty years ago. She was not yet twenty at the time.
If the elderly Ibn knew Sofia back then, does that mean... when he met Jacob Alexander, he was actually only in his early twenties?
He sported a white beard, and his naturally curly hair had also turned greying white. Even dressed in the Avalon style, one could still glimpse a hint of a foreigner's temperament in his features.
His greenish pupils were now veiled with a layer of grey due to his age. Perhaps when he was younger, he too had been a handsome youth with profound features, black curly hair, and a beard.
What then did Jacob look like back in the day for Ibn, who had not seen him for decades, to feel a sense of familiarity upon seeing Aiwass?
At this thought, Aiwass was momentarily lost in reflection.
"Jacob Alexander..."
He focused his mind and replied softly, "He was my grandfather."
