277 On the Giant’s Shoulder (1) 5yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

Under the same moonlight, dim lantern light shone in the silence. An old man clad in white gazed at the rows of thick books on the large bookshelves gravely. He looked to be around forty-years-old. He had lost almost all his hair. The remaining strands of graying hair were scattered messily. His white research coat was covered in dirt and dust. It probably had not been washed in a long time and had a strange sour smell. It was the smell of pickles and distiller’s grains that had gone bad. He looked like a beggar but when he was deep in thought as he focused on the books, his eyes looked bottomless.
"Charles," he suddenly said. "I always felt that I was successful only because I stand on a giant’s shoulder. What do you think?"
"Hmph!" The gold-haired youth snorted. "Think that way if you want."
"No, I was asking…" The old man jumped energetically and stomped strongly. His features were animated as if he wanted to tap dance happily. "Would you like to become that giant?"
Under him, C