Those are not traits that ordinary people can possess, whenever he gazes at someone, they all feel a fear of being locked on by a predator.
"Grandfather, what are you doing?"
Andre's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable power.
His gaze swept across the hall, quickly understanding the situation at hand.
August turned around, his face still brimming with excitement:
"Andre! Good news! That Wizard friend of yours has arrived! I'm arranging the reception. The royal suite in the East Wing, Ice Flame Wine, and the most beautiful women in the city..."
His voice became more and more excited, gesturing incessantly like a child eager for a feast.
However, Andre's expression remained unchanged.
He maintained a near-cold calmness, though the golden gleam in his eyes seemed sharper.
"Don't meddle."
With these words, August's endless enthusiasm was instantly stuck in his throat.
"It's all just meaningless superficial attempts."
