Morning Dew?
Leon felt a sense of familiarity when he heard the name. It was as if he had heard of it somewhere. But he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
Seeing Leon's thoughtful expression, Eton asked in surprise, "Don't you know about it, Viscount Padt?"
"I haven't inherited the title yet. Count Eton, you don't have to call me that. Just call me Leon." Leon shook his head. "Morning Dew? It sounds familiar, but I can't remember what it is."
Eton gave Leon a deep look. He took a wooden box from his servant and handed it to Leon.
"Do you have any impression of this box?"
It was a beautifully carved wooden box. The carvings were very different from the relief carvings that were popular in the empire. The simple outline of the carvings was enough to show the curves of clouds. It was completely different from the style of the current school of thought. Others might not recognize it, but Leon did. It was old man Jon's personal tea box.
Did Jon's enemy come knocking on his door?
"This … should be a box for storing things, right?" Leon was about to say it was a tea box, but he changed his mind after thinking about it. Even if he did not like Old Man Jon, who asked his most beloved brother to be so respectful towards Jon? Even for this reason, he wouldn't expose Jon's identity.
Lyon was too young. Although he quickly hid his expression, Eaton still caught the surprise in that split second.
"You don't remember this box?" Eton questioned.
"No," Leon said without hesitation.
After a long time, Eton curled his lips and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He said coldly, "Fine. Since Viscount Padt doesn't remember it, we won't waste any more time. Farewell!"
As Eaton and his attendants left, Leon's expression slowly sank.
Leon had a bad feeling about Eton leaving so decisively and the murderous intent he showed before leaving.
After thinking about it, Leon ordered the knights in the manor to be on alert. He then rushed to the stilted house where old man Jon was.
It was his second time here today, but his mood was completely different.
He came in a hurry, bringing with him a gust of wind. The short grass in the yard swayed up and down.
"Brother, why are you here?" Seeing Leon's strange expression, Angor did not bother to play the "you're here" joke. He thought something serious must have happened.
"Do you see the tea box? It's the box that old man Jon used to store his tea leaves, "Leon said as he quickly went up to the second floor and pushed open Jon's bedroom door.
"Tea box?" Angor followed behind. "You mean this?" Angor took out a round box with a dragon engraved on it.
Jon was sitting at the desk reading a book. He was in charge of flipping the pages of the mute servant. Naturally, he noticed Leon's actions.
"What? Leon, you're finally enlightened. You know how to appreciate my tea? "Chown laughed.
Goldspink Empire also had tea, but it was completely different from Jon's tea. To be precise, the tea of Goldspink Empire was a beverage made of fresh flowers, syrup, and milk. It was similar to milk tea. Both Angor and Jon liked milky tea, but Jon rarely drank this kind of tea. He only drank tea leaves from the green tea trees he planted, which were handmade without adding any other flavoring. The tea garden where Auri worked was built by Jon himself when he was still in good health. However, when he became unwell, he asked Head Maid Mana to take care of it.
Leon ignored Jon's teasing and took the tea box from Angor's hand.
Leon frowned. "Wait."
"What's wrong?"
"Patterns. This box is carved with a basilisk. The box I'm talking about has wavy patterns," Leon recalled the box he saw in Eton's hand.
"Basilisk? Brother, it's a dragon. "
"A dragon? I've never seen such a slender dragon. "
Angor knew that he would not be able to explain the myths of different worlds to Leon, so he did not try to argue. "Professor usually uses his own boxes to store his tea with dragons carved on them. Apart from that, he carved peach patterns on my mother's rose tea box, and bat patterns on my father's tea box. He also used other types of boxes. The wavy patterns you mentioned should be cloud patterns, which are used as gifts. "
"So the old man's boxes are so special? I didn't notice it before. " Leon quickly regained his composure. "Then it must be the Cloud Pattern. Where's the Cloud Pattern Box?"
Angor gave Leon a strange look. "Didn't I tell you? Cloud boxes are for gifts. There aren't any here. Father once asked Professor to carve a bunch of cloud boxes. Apart from the ones for gifts, they should be stored in the warehouse, right? "
"Tell me, Leon. What's going on?" The one who spoke was Chown. Although he hadn't spoken, his eyes had been paying attention to Leon's expression. Leon's expression had been anxious from the beginning to the end, and his brows had never relaxed.
Leon looked at Jon from head to toe for a while before he slowly said, "Today, Count Eton of the Morn Family …"
…
"Hehe, so Lad Leon is worried that this old man's enemies will come looking for me?" Chown chuckled after hearing Leon's words.
"Who's worried about you?! I'm just helping you hide it for Angor's sake. "Leon turned his head away and snorted.
Angor was also complaining in his mind. He always thought his brother was a male chauvinist, but it turned out that he was also a tsundere.
"Tell me. What's going on between you and Count Eton? He came and left in a hurry today. Especially when he left, his eyes were too fierce. If I can resolve it, I'll do my best. If not, you'll have to pray for yourself. "
"There's no conflict," Jon said without hesitation.
"Nothing? No way! That box in his hand was carved by you! "
Jon looked at Leon. "I only know people in this world who live in Grue Town. I don't need to lie. "
Jon's body was already damaged when he came to this world. Besides, he did not understand the language and culture here. It took him several years to get used to this world with Viscount Padt's help. When he got used to this world, his limbs were already showing signs of atrophy, which meant he could no longer travel. The furthest place Jon had been to was the capital of the empire with Old Padt for treatment. He did not have many connections, and it was impossible for him to make enemies.
Angor saw Leon's doubtful look and spoke up as well, "Professor didn't lie. He doesn't need to. Maybe … you're wrong from the start, brother. Count Eton doesn't even know about your existence. "
"What do you mean?" Leon asked.
"According to you, Count Eton came for something, and he asked about the Morning Dew at the beginning. That's what he's here for, right?" Angor tilted his head slightly. This was his habit when he was thinking. "But isn't the Morning Dew a kind of tea? Is he here for tea? Something doesn't feel right. "
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