An Official Magus Can Live for 200 Years! (1)

Mr. Wenster was a very elegant gentleman. He wore a wool coat and a gold-inlaid monocle on his left eye. The lens was polished from some kind of gem and shone beautifully under the sun.

He ordered a glass of wine and leisurely read a book in the afternoon sun.

In this noisy tavern, he seemed out of place.

Levi ordered two cups of Nameless Wine.

He arrived in front of Mr. Wenster.

Wenster looked at the brawny man who had suddenly appeared and frowned.

Levi tried his best to put on a friendly smile.

"Sir, do you mind if I sit here?" Levi said politely.

"As you wish, sir." Wenster shook his head.

He continued to drink and focused on his affairs.

"My name is White Wolf Geralt. Your Excellency Wenster, would you mind coming to the private room to talk about something?" Levi changed the topic and whispered to Wenster.

Wenster's expression changed slightly.