Not that Coffey planned to enter the room anyway. Thus, the man replied courteously, “Alright. Then I shall wait here at the door.”
Jasper closed the door and called Julian over. After changing into another jacket, he opened the room door again.
“Let’s go,” Jasper said calmly.
Coffey glanced at Julian and said, “Mr. Laine, the little prince only invited you.”
Under normal situations, Julian would not speak unless prompted.
Yet, here he was, speaking up before Jasper could reply. “Jasper isn’t going anywhere without me.”
Jasper’s expression turned solemn when he heard the other.
He knew that Julian’s words were not without reason.
Coffey narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Julian intently.
The two locked eyes and the atmosphere around them turned heavy.
Julian’s body was kept taut, and his aura was kept internally. He was ready to strike at any time.
Jasper had never seen Julian like this before.
“I’m not too used to sitting in other people’s cars. It’s alright if it’s not convenient, I guess the little prince will have to come to the hotel to look for me instead,” Jasper suddenly said.
Coffey frowned slightly. After a moment of thought, the aura around him disappeared and he returned to being a harmless middle-aged man. He gave a small smile and replied, “That’s alright. Please follow me, gentlemen.”
Jasper did not call Henry this time. With Julian in tow, he followed Coffey downstairs.
Once they arrived downstairs, they saw a low-profile commercial vehicle waiting for them.
Jasper did not get in. Instead, he had Julian drive his Bentley over and got into the passenger seat of his own car.
Coffey did not make a big deal about this as he got into his own vehicle and had it lead the way.
As he drove, Julian suddenly told Jasper, “Jasper, that man is a skilled fighter.”
This was the first time Jasper saw Julian so wary of someone else. He asked, “Is he stronger than you?”
Julian shook his head and replied, “I won’t know until we fight for real. But he’s older than me and my body’s in peak condition. If I don’t lose in thirty hits, then he’s no match for me.”
Jasper nodded and smiled. “But I thought the older the sorcerer, the stronger they are?”
“That’s just fiction. There’s no such thing as magic in this world. There are such things as stronger genes, but it’s not as prominent as it is in fiction. How strong you are still goes back to your physical capabilities,” Julian explained with a smile.
They followed Coffey’s car and took some winding roads. After more than an hour of navigating a labyrinth of roads, the car finally pulled to a stop next to a clean pavement.
Both walkways of the small street were filled with parasol trees, and there were vintage western houses all around. One glance was all it took to know that this was a very historical place.
Within the concrete forest that was Waterhoof City, such a quiet and exquisite place was prime property for the bourgeoisie.
Jasper inexplicably thought of the small courtyard Steven Monty had gifted him back in Nauritus City. “Please follow me, gentlemen.”
Coffey led Jasper and Julian into what looked like a normal western estate.
Walking through the courtyard, they took the creaking wooden stairs upstairs and arrived at the second floor of the western building. Jasper then walked through the doors of a small private room.
After walking through the doors, he saw that the interior of the building was a completely different world.
The second floor of the western building had been renovated into a small stage, where two girls were currently performing ballet. The sound of a piano drifted through the air as this vintage room showcased the scene of a high-standard musical.
In front of the stage, right in the middle of the second floor, was a dining table. A young man was sitting at the table, facing away from Jasper as he watched the ballet performance.
“You’re stepping on land the consuls used during the French Concession a century ago.”
“Every single item here is an extremely valuable antique. I love them, for these inanimate objects come with the breath of time and age.”
“Every time I sit in this room, I can’t help but think about how those people have become nothing but artifacts of history after a century of hardship. I wonder if we would be remembered the same way by people in the future one day.”
