?The following day, Bryan got up early and had breakfast with Detective Bryan. He had his usual toast and eggs with baked beans. After studying a bit of Tsomn, which was themonnguage of the Central Continent, Bryan went back to his room to dress up.


    He was going to Grace''s house today to help her with meditation. Detective Watson had had Butler John get a few of Bryan''s clothes from his apartment to the vi since he''d be staying here for a couple of days.


    Bryan took out his ck pants, a white shirt, and a ck double-breasted suit vest from the wardrobe. Since he was going to Grace''s house, he didn''t feel the need to overly dress.


    Looking at the clothes he had taken out and kept on the bed, Bryan thought, ''Hmm.. ck, ck, ck. Except for the shirt everything else is ck. Maybe I should buy some different colored clothes.''


    He put on his clothes and shoes and then rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Bryan felt that the weather outside was too good to cover his whole body with clothes. If he had shorts, he would wear them instead.


    Bryan left his room and told Butler John to inform Detective Watson, who was in his study, that he was going out to meet a friend. After getting out of the vipound, he called for Detective Watson''s personal carriage and driver.


    After getting in the carriage, he instructed the driver, "10 West Augustus Street." The posh neighborhood of Augustus Street wasn''t small at all. Even in a carriage, it took Bryan almost 10 minutes to reach grace''s house.


    Grace''s vi was the most extravagant he had ever seen. It was a white 3-storied mansion with a widewn at the entrance of the door. Different varieties of flowers could be seen growing there.


    Furthermore, there was also a much bigger garden behind the house. The total area that this vi upied was easily two to three times that of Detective Watson''s or Leah''s vi.


    ''Looks like the lesser the number on the address, the fancier the house.'' Bryan thought as he looked at Grace''s vi and the neighboring ones.


    He stepped in through the metal gate of thepound, walked alongside the frontwn, and reached the main door of the house. He knocked on it a few times.


    After a short few moments, a middle-aged brtedy wearing a ck and white maid''s uniform as well as a white mobcap opened the door and greeted him with a smile, "You must be Mr. Bryan. Wee! The youngdy has been waiting for you."


    Bryan smiled back and replied, "Thank you. Please lead the way."


    After entering the house, as expected everything inside was super luxurious. So much so that Bryan had to nearly cover his eyes because everything was shining so much.


    The maid led Bryan up the stairs and onto the second floor. They turned right and followed the corridor that had been carpeted with a dark red fabric.


    Beautiful paintings hung on both sides of the wall. On thest door to the right, the maid stopped and knocked on the door gently.


    "Come in." Grace''s voice came from inside the room.


    The maid opened the door and led Bryan in. She smiled and said, "Young Lady, Mr. Bryan is here.


    This was a study room, with bookshelves stacked with many different kinds of books on both sides of the room. There was a mahogany table and a few chairs and lots of other items in the room that gave it a very schrly vibe.


    Grace smiled back and replied gently, "Thank you, Norma. You may leave."


    Norma replied, "Yes, youngdy." With that said, she bowed to Grace and left the room after closing the door.


    Bryan who was watching from the side was slightly taken aback. He said, "Surprisingly, you''re not as cold to her as I thought you''d be, Grace."<novelnext></novelnext>


    Grace shook her head slightly and smiled, "How can I be? She''s always served me and been by my side since I was born. She''s practically like my second mother."


    ''Mother huh?'' Bryan had a reminiscent look in his eyes as he thought wistfully. He shook his head and asked Grace, "Anyways, are you ready?"


    "Yes." Grace''s expression turned serious.


    "All right then, find afortable position to sit in." Bryan nodded his head and instructed.


    Grace satfortably in the chair and rxed her stiff shoulders. Then she heard Bryan''s gentle voice, "Follow the breathing pattern and breathe ordingly. Remove all distractions from your mind and focus."


    After noting that Grace had perfectly started to follow the breathing patterns mentioned in the elementary meditation technique, Bryan added softly,


    "Now imagine the energy particles in the air around you. Think of them as small yet bright fireflies hovering beside you."


    "Slowly visualize the fireflies entering your mind. Good, now gather those fireflies and carve the first mind rune." Bryan guided Grace patiently just as how Detective Watson had guided him.


    After about three hours, Grace, whose forehead was dripping with sweat, opened her eyes and smiled brightly. Feeling the first mind rune in her mind, she was ecstatic. She looked at Bryan and said sincerely, "Thank you, Bryan! I mean it."


    Bryan smiled, "You''re most wee, Grace."


    Grace suddenly thought of something and hesitated a bit before asking, "Bryan, will you be willing to teach me mysticism knowledge?"


    Bryan was slightly taken aback and chuckled, "Hehe it''s not a big deal. I can teach you whatever I learn from my teacher."


    "Great! Also, I''ll pay you for teaching me." Grace said excitedly.


    Bryan smiled and shook his head, "No need to pay me. We''re friends."


    Although Bryan was greedy for money, he wouldn''t charge his friends for something so trivial. He had a bottom line, after all.


    However, Grace was determined as she replied, "Nope, that won''t do. I don''t like to owe others favors."


    Bryan rolled his eyes at this stubborn friend of his and replied, "Fine. Just buy me food whenever you can. Oh, you can also buy me some good clothes."


    Then he seemed to recall something as he looked at Grace with shining eyes, "Wait, didn''t you say your grandfather was a Rank 3 Transcendent of the Artisan Path?"


    Grace looked at him weirdly and replied, "Uh, yeah?"


    "Then can you ask him to make a weapon for me?" Bryan asked earnestly, like a child asking for a toy.


    Looking at Bryan''s expression, Grace covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, "Sure sure. Just tell me the details."