Ignoring the lump of hopelessness springing in my chest, I continued walking until I found myself passing through a channel with lots and hundreds of pictures hanging on the wall, composed mainly of portraits. I halted on my feet and inspect closely on the nearby portrait of a man in a vintage coat and hat just like what is used during Sherlock Holmes era.
Glancing at the small inscription on the bottom portion, I read: ‘Vilmord Dexigrous (1837) Springfield, Massachusetts.
Oh, I guess this was a direct ancestor of the Dexigrous. Despite the vintage era he is in, the perfection on his face cannot be disregarded. He looks exactly one-fourth Calix and the rest was more of Devon. Yeah, that shoulder length haired blond devil does have a good source of genes.
I continued looking next by ne
