I didn't care if I was disturbing Professor Calvin Guteud.
That moment he recognized the damn book, I knew he could be the key to this mess I put myself into. He was a historian anyway. He might have had some knowledge about that cursed book.
"You again?" he grunted.
I could hear the annoyance of his voice. I wouldn't blame him though. Since that night, I kept on coming back to his hotel room just to ask him about the Wunsken.
"Yes, sir. I know it's been a week. But I'm not going to get tired of coming here until I convince you to help me."
His gray brows contracted as he stepped out of the door. "Mr. Amorsolo, how many times will I tell you this — I don't know anything about that book you have. I just saw it from the books that I usually r******w get out. It's not that I'm avoiding
