Chapter 48: Bronze Mini Cauldron

The vendor was an elderly man in reading glasses. He lifted his head, glanced at the book in Atreus Lyson's hand, and waved dismissively. "Ah, that? Just some old book nobody wants. It's been sitting here for almost half a year. No one even knows what it says. If you like it, give me fifty cents and take it. It's taking up space." Atreus's heart stirred. When he had swept the stall with his spiritual sense earlier, that ordinary-looking book had inexplicably made his chest tighten, as if something...