Morning Dew After the Rain, Leon hearing the phrase from Ethan at the time, felt an inexplicable familiarity. So it was a kind of tea. When his dusty memory box was opened, Leon immediately recalled a series of memories a.s.sociated with Morning Dew After the Rain. He used to drink Morning Dew After the Rain often. This is also Jon’s favorite green leafed tea, the tea leaves are light green in color, and as the tip of the tea leaves float up and down in hot water, it colors the tea a very light green color, bringing one a feeling of glimpsing into a lush forest.
As for the taste, Leon can’t recall. It’s supposed to taste like water with a slight bitter aftertaste right? Because that is the usual type of tea old Jon likes.
“Is there anything strange about Morning Dew After the Rain?” Leon asked Jon.
Jon’s face had not changed, but there was a twinkle in his eyes: “There is nothing strange about it per se. It is a very ordinary tea, you have also drank it, and your parents have drunk it as well, but… “
“… if there is anything strange about it, there is only one possibility.”
“What possibility?” Leon asked hurriedly. Jon did not answer immediately, but asked the mute servant to step out first, and then slowly said, “The tea seedlings that Morning Dew After the Rain come from don’t origins from this world, but came with me from another world.”
Before Jon had finished, Leon said, “Well, since Count Ethan is not here for you, but Morning Dew After the Rain, I will send an invitation letter later to Count Ethan for him come arrive at the manor for a tea party tomorrow night.”
He didn’t want to hear another of Jon’s stories of other worlds at all.
With that in mind, Leon turned and left. Jon, on the other hand, looked at the tea box next to Angel and fell into thoughtful silence.
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The moisture is spa.r.s.e and the smoke, dense.
Angel lay the cup on the carved table and observed the tea in the transparent cup, the leaves rose and fell under the scour of boiling water.
This is Morning Dew After the Rain. There seems to be nothing unusual about it.
Angel privately likes to drink this strong tea with milk. The full-bodied milk with tea residue glued to the roof of the mouth, allows his tongue to roll the sticky treat and take away the final rhyme, what wonderful bliss. Jon always likes to tease him. Saying that only children like drinking milk. So in order to show his mature side in front of Jon, he usually drinks tea that tastes of bitterness in front of him.
As for Morning Dew After the Rain, he has drank it countless times, it tastes the strongly bitter, so in turn he adds some sweet milk to counteract. There was nothing special about the drink, but why did Count Ethan ask his brother about Morning Dew After the Rain? Is it true, as mentor said, that the doubtful place is about the tea seedling’s origin?
Angel pondered for a moment, but could not come up with any plausible explanation, not coming to a conclusion, he went on to look at some of the materials arranged in his mentor’s bookcase.
The vast majority of the subjects contain knowledge regarding the Canary Empire and the neighboring countries. The topics include language, culture, history, characters, medicine, astrology, and so on.
One time after reading a heroic epic eulogizing the soldiers at sea, Jon wrote a comment at the bottom: the language is exquisite and the rulers have so many words of praise that it is impossible to speculate on possible historical authenticity. It can be used as a supplement to the historical data of Sea Blue State. Jon liked to study physical data and biological morphology in his earlier years, but later found out that some of the data representing physical constants did not follow the same rules as earth. This made him really aware of the oddities regarding this world, so in recent years, he prefers to sort out and study some literary history.
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The Canary Empire and the surrounding countries do not seem to have a position called historian. It can be said that the historical data compiled by Jon over the past decade or so is completely unique. Angel was also interested in the historical materials collated recently by his mentor as he studied with a very serious look.
After scanning through the historical materials, Angel saw the beginning of the next sheepskin roll, Jon annotated a paragraph in Chinese:
“There are not many people in this world, and the basic concept of universal education has not appeared yet.”
“As for the name of macro living environment, ancient China had the concept of a sphere, although containing cognitive errors, there was already a concept of the a living planet. But the people in this world, in this world full of life, are only limited to concept of the state, and have no concept of macro unity. I hope to find the name of this planet (world) in the other literature. If I can’t find it, I’ll give it a name later.”
After that, Jon began to doc.u.ment some of the universal values of the people in this world.
Angel as a native, was naturally very clear on what was doc.u.mented, so he only read a little bit about it and went on to open another volume.
“Guide to the Application of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine in this World,” this volume is in all Chinese characters, it can be a.s.sumed that only Angel and Jon know the meaning of the texts in this world.
Unwittingly, twilight arrived, and the firewood was lit in the fireplace by the servants. The warm fire, the rustling of insects in the yard, and the crow’s caw from afar marked the pa.s.sing of another gentle night.
On the other end, on a plain not far from the town of Grud, rows of makeshift tents surrounded by burning campfires were lit, especially the center tent, there was a huge and gorgeous black Phnom Penh styled tent.
The rest of the tents, like the stars surrounding the moon, protected this black tent. This is the temporary station of Ethan Monne.
A makeshift garrison, but the black tent did not belong to Ethan alone. In the Monne camp. With glow of the moon in the background, freezing winds blowing, and no trees for cover, even the armor clad knights also began to tremble. When Count Ethan saw this, he ordered a pair of garrisoned knights to patrol outside the camp, and all rest of the group to be on standby near the campfire. After the arrangements, Count Ethan paced slowly into the ornate black-roofed tent, and as soon as he entered the tent, his majestic expression, which he made as he was giving out orders, was immediately removed, and what replaced it was a look of reverence and flattery.
There is not much decoration in the tent, but everything in it held mystical meaning. In one corner of the tent, an old man with a white beard and a black robe was writing quickly while a crystal ball floated mysteriously around him.
There seemed to be fog contained in the crystal ball, and the white-bearded old man looked at the crystal ball from time to time, and then continued burying his head in his writing. Ethan looked into the crystal ball, and began to feel dizzy, so he quickly moved his eyes to another place.
“Have you found any clues about Morning Dew After the Rain?” A hoa.r.s.e, low voice came from the white-bearded old man. With a trace of fear, Ethan explained today’s conversation with Leon Pat at Pat Manor.
“Oh?” The old man with a white beard put down his quill and blew the blood-red ink on the paper to dry. “Although the other party did not know about Morning Dew After the Rain, his face changed slightly when he saw the wooden box. Is there some relation with the wooden box, or does he know the creator?”
While eyeing the paper, Ethan stole a peek at the pattern, looking at the blood-red lines with the crashing waves drawn on the roll and seeing the strange lines of symbols in the center. Ethan’s eyes grew sore as soon as he peeked at it.
“The magic pattern of this scroll is called ‘Crashing Waves’. For war with Sea Blue State, this will be useful for you.” After a pause, the old man with the white beard said: “It is a pity that you have no talent. Otherwise, you would be able to return to the main family at this time, I would be able to take you out of the Old Land.” Ethan looked pale: “Father…. I would be satisfied if you take both Alan and his sister. As for me, I’m okay with staying away from the main family.” The old man with a white beard sighed at first, but then thought of his two grandchildren, his eyes soon relaxed as he said: “The talent of wizards has always been rare… even in some places in the mainland, there is not even one talent in ten thousand, and it is already a blessing for our family to be able to produce two talents. Moreover, Alan and Irene are my grandchildren, of course I will naturally take good care of them.”
“It’s a pity that my talent is not high enough. I guess in a few years, I’ll have to rely on my grandchildren.” When the old man with a white beard had finished, he turned his eyes to the wooden box on the table.
“It’s an interesting carving, but the lines on it don’t fluctuate, so it’s just an ordinary carving, isn’t it?” The old man with a white beard shook his head and could not find even a wizard apprentice in this Old Land, where the fluctuations of elements are stifled, and wizards who do not depend on elemental energy, such as mystical and blood branch, will not find the corresponding materials in this continent… After all, this is a forgotten continent.” Since Leon won’t tell me the truth, he can’t blame me for being ruthless.” Ethan said with his hands formed fists and his eyes flashed a faint cold light as he said:
“This is about my father’s promotion. It’s too urgent! Tonight I’ll have Mal lead two teams of iron cavalry and level Pat Manor!” The old man with a white beard did not speak meaning he acquiesced.
Although he belongs to the White Wizard camp, and will not take the initiative to kill ordinary people, but since it is related to his own promotion, there is no harm in killing a few normal people to reach his goal.
Besides… White wizards are still considered good in the eyes of ordinary people. Of course this is a complete joke. The difference between white wizards and black wizards lie in the fact that they pursue different ideas regarding the use of magic.
Their other values are actually the same, but white wizards are too lazy to kill any more than necessary. Ethan discussed with his father about some of the problems before Alan and Irene leave, after the discussion, he was ready to head out. At this moment, Chief Mal suddenly knelt outside the tent to see him. “Informing the Count, just now, Viscount Leon, the master of Pat Manor, sent a messenger with an invitation.”