The old man had a wistful expression:
"Take a look, this matter will become even more lively than expected."
"Since you mentioned Ston Osenfort, I know he was an apprentice at the Stonemason Guild for a very short time. What kind of person do you think he is?"
Shard asked again, and the old stonemason replied with a smile:
"You're asking the right person. I knew Ston Osenfort back in the day, when he was still a sailor, but he often took time to come here. Later, the work on the ship got busy, and he couldn't continue. Yes, the people in the city have the right impression of him—irritable, wicked personality, and ruthless, but I must admit, his sculpting talent is quite high."
Shard nodded:
"Then I'm aware of these things. If your superiors ask, you can mention I was here."
The old stonemason stood up, ready to see him off:
"Sir, I'm curious, which side are you really on?"
He did not fully trust Shard, after all, Shard's visit did not align with MI6's contact protocols:
