Chapter 2063


    CHAPTER 2063 YOU DO NOT TRUST ME


    The middle-aged man brought Skr to a corner of the living room and knocked on the door. “A


    member of Evil Heart Sect seeks an audience with you, Sir.”


    “Goodness gracious, they sure are an annoying bunch. I can''t even recall how many of them I''ve met


    recently.” A begrudging bellow sounded from inside the room. Despite that, Skr was allowed entry.


    “Let him in.”


    The middle-aged man opened the door and reminded Skr, “Go on in. But ording to the rules, you


    only have half an hour to speak your mind.”


    Skr paused. He had no clue that Crafting n went by such regtions.


    However, it didn''t bother him that his time was limited to half an hour, as it was sufficient to convey his


    message.


    Upon entry, Skr was greeted by the sight of a youth about the same age as himself seated on a


    chair. He was holding a hand fan while an attractivedy massaged his back.


    The youth''s eyes narrowed as they roved over to Skr. “You have half an hour. Have your pick. Once


    you''re done, you''ll be charged based on the quality of your choice.”


    Skr was caught off guard by his statement. The youth''s words started making sense when he


    noticed the plethora of magical items disyed around the room.


    He''d been mistaken for a buyer of magical items, but that wasn''t the reason for his visit.


    “I''m sorry, but I''m not here for the magical items. Is Mr. Schneider here?” Skr asked inly.


    The youth opened his eyes at the mention of Pascal and stared at him warily. “Why are you looking for


    my dad? He''s on a retreat to refine his magical items and has no time to see you.”


    Skr hurriedly put on a smile when he realized he was speaking to Pascal''s son. “I apologize for my


    lack of decorum, Mr. Sherman. Mr. Malphas sent me here to gift Mr. Schneider a magical item.”


    The youth''s expression instantly lit up once he knew of Skr''s intentions. He waved his hand at the


    lady behind him. “You''re dismissed.” She retreated from the room obediently, and the youth got to his


    feet. “Take a seat. I''m Sherman Schneider. Who are you?”


    “I''m Skr Norton.” Skr nodded imperceptibly.


    “I see. Mr. Norton it is, then. Come, take a seat.” Sherman invited Skr to sit and personally served


    him a cup of coffee. “I wonder what magical item you''ve brought for my father?”


    “This...” Skr hesitated before continuing, “Mr. Sherman, Mr. Malphas instructed me to hand it over to


    Mr. Schneider personally as he''s the only one who knows how to use it.”


    Sherman furrowed his brows. “Mr. Norton, I''m afraid my father won''t see anyone for some time while he


    refines his magical items in istion. You may leave now since I see you don''t trust me.”


    Skr urgently cated, “That''s not what I meant, Mr. Sherman. Of course I trust you! My only concern


    is that you wouldn''t know how to activate it even if you possessed it.”


    With that, Skr retrieved the tiny cbash and ced it on the table.


    Sherman considered the cbash before him and began fiddling with it.


    It looked antiquated and simple, and he couldn''t detect any trace of aura fluctuations inside it.


    “Are you sure this is a magical item?” Sherman was skeptical.


    “Mr. Sherman, Mr. Malphas said so himself. However, I have no clue how to activate it,” Skr admitted


    honestly.


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    “That''s odd. I can''t sense that this is a magical item even when holding it.” Sherman frowned. “Excuse


    me for a minute, Mr. Norton. I''ll be right back.”


    He left along with the cbash and made his way to a dark room in the backyard, where a snowy-


    haired elderly was snoring away.