Chapter 4 meet the archmage

I walked down the driveway and stepped on the door rug.Broken leaves and grass clipped the edges of the carpet.I rang the bell.Even the act of ringing the doorbell felt weird to me.I guess, I don't think the clergy should have a doorbell.Looking back, I don't know what I expected to see.This is a house.What else could he live in?cave? If I hadn't expected the doorbell, the person who answered the door was even more unexpected.He wore sandals and socks, a pair of very long shorts, and a short-sleeved shirt that buttoned down the front and was not tucked in.I've never seen the Archmage without a suit or robes.That's what we called him when we were teenagers: Archmage.Kind of like a hero with superpowers in a movie.Superman, Hulk, Archmage.As I said, he was formidable back then, tall, serious, with thick cheeks and bushy eyebrows, and a mass of black hair.

Ha︱La︱Ou, young man.he said happily. Uh, hi, I said yes, trying not to stare at him. Looking at him up close, he looks rather thin, with thin and slack arms covered with age spots.This is the first time I've seen him show his upper arm.With thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, he blinked a few times, as if looking for focus, with the look of an old pedant being interrupted while changing clothes. Please︱Come in, he sings: Come︱Come︱! His hair was parted on the side, and the color was somewhere between gray and snow white.He had a mustache above his lips and a goatee on his chin, both gray and trimmed short, though I saw a few of them left unshaven.He shuffled across the corridor.I followed behind him, looking at his thin feet, I tried to minimize my steps so as not to bump into him.

How would I describe how I felt that day?Later I found a passage in the book of Isaiah, God said: My thoughts are not your thoughts, My ways are not your ways. As the sky is higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, My thoughts are also higher than your thoughts. That's what I expected to feel humbled and undeserving.He is God's messenger, I can only look up to him, can't I? But right now, I'm walking behind this old man in socks and sandals, afraid to take a step, and the only thought I have is: He looks ridiculous.