Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Loser System and Berserker Me
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.2: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1224- Saint Father's death
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 968: The White Bone Gate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1223- Digging three feet
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.1: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3842: Enemies
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 272: Play
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 351: Life is a Series of Different Rooms
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1222- Sky Monument's final reward
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 967: Cultivator War
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1221.5- Evolve to level eight (2)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 36.3
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 80: Sh*t! Where Are The Potatoes
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 194: Noble Strategy
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 641.2: The Temple Master Who Arrived Stepping On Morning Glow - Part 2
“Rest? Do I look that useless?” Joseph scoffed. However, his knight “Justice” sigil hadn’t sensed any evil intentions from this bookstore owner, thus giving the old knight a better impression of this young man.
Joseph’s indifference even started to thaw and unknowingly, he felt a rare inclination to chat with this bookstore owner that spoke to him casually and as an equal.
Perhaps after he became a Great Radiant Knight, it had been far too long since anyone dared speak to him so casually.
Since the bookstore owner was an ordinary person oblivious to the facts, Joseph didn’t need to put on the airs of a superior or senior.
Lin Jie shook his head and replied sincerely. “Of course not! It’s just… such recent gloomy weather would affect one’s joints. Are you having trouble sleeping? Your face seems a little pallid and I can’t help feeling that you are rather tired.”
Rheumatism and insomnia might be more common for older people at this age. Moreover, Lin Jie had noticed that Joseph’s right hand was a tad jarring.
Weariness of one’s spirit might not be very obvious but Lin Jie was adept at observing people and could notice it without much difficulty.
“May I assume it's because you spent a lot of effort in trying to find Mr Wilde?” Lin Jie sighed with lament. “I’m really glad that you guys have such a great friendship.”
Joseph’s mechanical right hand that was covered with a layer of synthetic skin twitched as doubt crept into his eyes.
How did this owner… No, it should be a coincidence.
But why do the words ‘joints’, ‘sleep’ and ‘Wilde’ put together seem significant, as if he’s pointing out something? And him saying ‘great friendship’ seems somewhat peculiar?
Still, it had been Joseph who said he was bosom pals with Wilde in the first place.
With a slightly complicated expression, Joseph said, “I’m not that sort of old person whose joints would ache when it rains. I’m also not tired because of this… Also, a book is unnecessary. I didn’t bring any money.”
Lin Jie pulled a stool over and sat down as he watched Joseph ramble
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