Swoosh~
The expansive Dark Wings spread out and descended, the tall and elegant figure lightly landed on the balcony, tossing aside a refined man clad only in briefs.
Robert Bruce Banner stumbled and barely steadied his footing, looking up to see a kindly and elegant middle-aged white man smiling at him.
A vintage tailcoat, immaculate white gloves, polite and humble demeanor, perfectly fitting Banner's imagination of an old aristocratic butler.
"Wilson, find him some clothes and prepare a room."
"Yes, my Lord."
The magnificent and wicked Dark Wings retracted into a cloak draped behind him, Zhu Haomiao returned to his previous seat, reopening the unfinished Magic Book, and casually sipped a bit of coffee from the table.
Hmm... still warm...
On the other side, secretly observing the young man in black sitting upright, Banner hesitated, with countless questions in his mind.
