Lex Cross's brow furrowed. He tightened his arm around Flora Bloom, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and then looked at the old man. "Sir, I'm afraid your eyes must be failing you."
Flora Bloom nodded and blinked sheepishly. "That's right. Sir, please hurry and lead the way. We're starving!"
The old man's steps faltered for a moment. He glanced at Lex Cross's cold, threatening gaze, looked as if he wanted to say something but held his tongue, and then continued walking. His whole body, wrinkled and nothing but skin and bones, was filled with sorrow.
The three of them walked into an old house built with brick, tile, and mud walls. It wasn't large, but it was located in the very center of the ancient town.
The houses in this area all looked more or less the same, and they were all the same size. These weren't the magnificent-looking, modern, antique-style buildings, but true ancient structures that had weathered the storms of history.
