บท 896: Still In Mundaneness

In the study in the Hull Manor, the thick curtains were pulled to the two sides. Covered in gauze, the window let in the sunlight and created splendid golden light in the room.

Hathaway was calculating something behind the desk with the quill in her hand. Now and then, she raised her head and talked with Douglas and Fernando in simple words. If what she wanted to express was too complicated, she would choose an oral-and-written approach.

Douglas, standing before the window, looked solemn, as if he was deep in thought. He paced back and forth in the golden realm of sunlight. Occasionally, he came to a sudden stop and pointed out the critical immaturities in Fernando and Hathaway's thoughts. By the time they offered their rebuttals, he would start pacing again as a thinker.

The scene where they discussed arcana and magic was like a vivid painting. It was a pity that nobody was there to record the brilliant tableau in the history of magic.