Kenelm Bowman deeply looked at the raven-haired youth, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions.
He couldn't fathom how a young man who carried himself like a drunken vagabond could possess such profound understanding of the philosophy of the Way.
In fact, he himself had known Berger for a very long time, but never knew the gnome to be well-versed in this esoteric philosophy.
So, just how was Adam able to learn about such things then?
Given that he was only a young man no older than thirty-five years old, it was quite astounding that his comprehension of the Way was deeper than aged men centuries older than him.
Just where did he learn it?
Bowman thought to himself as he deeply observed Adam.
Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar. Despite the raven-haired youth downing cup after cup of wine, his eyes remained clear as crystal.
In other words, they gleamed with unmistakable sobriety!
Bowman's eyes narrowed.
