A Man Like None Other novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33,A Man Like None Other
“Please, come in!” Walter simply nodded at Jared to greet him. From his perspective, the only reason Tommy was treating Jared with such respect was that his family was rich and powerful, and certainly not due to Jared’s own capabilities. The moment Jared stepped into the villa with Tommy, he could feel an intense rush of spiritual energy. In the garden, he saw a clump of trees with extremely thick trunks. They were so big that they blocked out most of the sunlight.
As they continued walking in, he saw an exquisitely designed landscape complete with a pavilion built with classical architecture. “Mr. Grange, your trees must be really old, aren’t they?” Jared couldn’t help but ask as he could feel the surge of spiritual energy coming from them. “Mr. Chance, these trees are hundreds of years old.

They are the reason why Mr. Grange built his villa here,” Tommy explained. Jared nodded, finally understanding why Walter chose to retire in Horington despite it being an unassuming city. Places that were filled with spiritual energy were indeed excellent for living out one’s old age. Nourished by spiritual energy, one was able to beat back the effects of aging. After walking along a corridor, the group arrived in the main hall.

It was filled with antique furniture, each of them at least a hundred years old. There was even a Dragon Throne right in the center of the hall with nine giant dragons carved onto it. With a golden throw draped upon it, the throne looked as if it was constantly in use. Staring at the Dragon Throne, Jared furrowed his brows at it. “Please, have a seat.” Walter waved his hand casually before settling down on the throne.

Once Tommy and Jared were seated, Walter ordered his servants to serve coffee. “Mr. Lewis, whatever it is you need my help with, please go ahead and speak your mind.” Walter obviously knew Tommy wanted something. After Tommy looked in Jared’s direction, Jared explained, “Since we’re aware that you love collecting antiques, I would like to ask if you have any spiritual brushes here? The kind used by famous scholars of old?

Also, I’m looking for cinnabar rosaries that are imbued with fresh animal blood.” “Spiritual brush?” Walter knitted his brows in thought. “Mr. Grange, we’re definitely not asking it for free. As long as you have it, I’m willing to pay whatever price you name.” Tommy quickly dispelled any doubts Walter had. “There’s no need for that.” Walter smiled plainly. “If I do have it, I don’t mind giving it to you. After all, money is of no use to me.”