C288 Did You Screw up Your Brain?(2)

On the official road south of the imperial capital, in Eimling, an elderly man and a young girl were making their way at a leisurely pace.

The elder appeared to be in the twilight years of his life, with white hair and a white beard. He was clad in a simple blue robe that, while not extravagant, was impeccably clean. He exuded the air of a learned man, resembling a well-read scholar.

The girl