Charmaine nodded. “Yeah, I understand, Grandpa. I just didn’t think that someone dressed like that could actually be some sort of prodigious doctor. Logically speaking, someone like him wouldn’t be short of money, right?”

“Hehe.” Henry chuckled. “Savants like him probably treat this as training!” Severin had piqued his curiosity greatly.

“Training?” Charmaine’s brows furrowed and she seemed a little puzzled.

“Training the mind is a form of training too. Great recluses might choose to stay at a city and keep a low-profile. Some savants might already be able to see through many things. Anyway, the thoughts of such reclusive savants aren’t something that ordinary people like us are able to figure out!”

Henry chuckled, and then said poignantly, “The reason us Longhorns are where we are today is in no small part due to a savant that helped us in the past!”

Charmaine nodded pensively after hearing that.

At that moment, Severin had already arrived outside a bank. He frowned when he looked at the purplish-gold bank card that Old Wacko had left to him. “Old Wacko said that there’s a lot of money inside the account, and he doesn’t even know how much there is inside! He also told me that I had to pay a visit to Dracodeus Isle it on the fifteenth of August for destiny or something like that. Well, there’s still over a month to go until then!”

As Severin’s fingers caressed the Dracodeus Ring that Old Wacko had given to him, his lips curled into a smile and he walked right into the bank.

“Security! Security! Why isn’t security during their job! How could you let someone with such raggedy clothes in here? Is this the kind of establishment where hobos are allowed in too? Gosh, you can smell the stench of this person’s poverty from a mile away!”

Severin had taken just a few steps in when a lady wearing lavish jewelry yelled at the security guard with a look of disgust.

The security guard came over, smiled awkwardly at Severin, and said, “Sir, please leave if you have no business here.”

and shot back, “What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I come in if

felt as if he had been put in a tight spot as he asked, “What

his bank card and said with a triumphant smile,

ATM over there…” The security guard

two hundred thousand? Will the ATM be able to handle such a

linked to your card has that

something like that before. Is it some membership card you picked up by the side

bank manager came over and casually

kid right here is dressed in worn-out clothes, but he says he wants to withdraw several hundred thousand. Does he even have that much money? Hey, everyone! Look here! This fool is trying to pretend as if he’s some big shot by waving around a card he probably picked up from the trash! Why isn’t security chasing this hobo out yet?

were so loud that it drew the attention of

mood to entertain her nonsense. He stepped forward, slapped the woman on the face, and said, “My clothes might be a little black here and there, but I’m a million times better than someone with heart as black

not believe that Severin had slapped her. After a while, her chest began heaving due to anger,

you.” Severin grinned icily and had a contemptuous look on his face, as if he was looking at

Great War Heroes based their actions around his mood, he would have no reason to be afraid of some rich woman from such a small

you get the courage to slap her?” The two bodyguards rushed forward aggressively.

Severin appeared shocked, but see he

each other, took a step forward, and

his foot and delivered two consecutive kicks to both the bodyguards. They ended up collapsing to

to the ground and having

or I’ll kick you too!” Severin lifted his leg,

spoke with a weird expression, “Oh, didn’t you say that you’re the wife of Mister Preston Kingsley, the Eastshine Group’s president? How could you embarra*s yourself like this? It’s so shameful! Hey, everyone, look! She wet herself in the bank lobby. She must be one of

lowered her head and saw that her skirt was

“Ah, I…”

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