When Leon heard about Morning Dew from Eton, he already felt something familiar about it.
So this is a kind of tea … When the sealed memory box was opened, Leon immediately recalled a series of memories about Morning Dew after the Rain. He had drunk the Morning Dew before. This was a green leaf tea that Chown liked. The tea was light green in color, and the needle-like tea leaves moved up and down in the boiling water. Looking at the green color, it was like looking at a lush forest.
As for the taste … Leon could not remember it. It should be bitter water, right? Because Old Man Jon liked this type of tea.
"Is there anything strange about the morning dew?" Lyon asked Chown.
Chown's expression didn't change, but a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. "There's nothing strange about it … It's just ordinary tea. You've drunk it before, and so have your parents, but …"
"But if there's anything strange about it, there's only one possibility."
"What is it?" Leon quickly asked.
Jon did not answer right away. He asked the mute servant to leave first and slowly spoke.
"The tea sprouts of the Morning Dew are not from this world. They came with me from another world."
Before Jon could finish, Leon rolled his eyes. "Alright, since Count Eton isn't here for you but for the Morning Dew, I'll send him an invitation later. He'll come to the manor for tea tomorrow night."
He did not want to hear Jon's "otherworldly theory" at all.
With that, Leon turned around and left.
Jon stared at the tea box in silence.
…
Steam filled the air, and sparse smoke rose slowly.
Angor leaned on the crafting table and watched the tea leaves in the transparent cup rise and fall under the boiling water.
This was the morning dew after the rain. There was nothing strange about it.
In private, Angor liked to drink thick, milk-flavored tea. When he drank his fill, the rich milk and tea dregs would stick to his mouth, and he would lick them with his tongue to take away the last bit of flavor. He would feel extremely satisfied.
Jon liked to tease him that only children liked milk. Therefore, in order to show his mature side in front of Jon, he would usually drink tea leaves with a bitter and herbal smell in front of others.
He had drunk the morning dew countless times. It tasted bitter and had a sweet aftertaste. There was nothing special about it, but why would Count Eton ask about the Morning Dew from my brother? Could it be as the tutor had said, that they were suspicious of the source of this tea sprout?
He pondered for a while but could not come up with an answer. So he gave up and went back to reading the books in the professor's bookcase.
Most of the information was about the Goldspink Empire and its neighboring countries, including language, culture, history, characters, medicine, astrology, and so on.
Jon commented at the bottom of the poem, "Beautiful language, well-organized, but too many words of praise. I can't get any information from them." It could be used as a supplement to the historical records of Heylan Nation.
In his early years, Jon liked to study physical data and biological forms. But later, he found that the physical constants represented by some data did not follow the rules of the Earth. This made him realize the uniqueness of this world. So in recent years, he became more interested in studying literature.
The Goldspink Empire and its neighboring countries did not have any historians. So the book Jon compiled in the past ten years was the only one of its kind.
Angor was also very interested in the new material, so he read it carefully.
When he finished reading, he saw Jon's annotation in Chinese at the beginning of the next parchment.
[Few people in this world are literate, and basic universal knowledge does not seem to exist either. For example, ancient Huaxia had the concept of a square sky and a square earth. Although they misunderstood it, they already had a general idea about the planet they lived on. People in this world, on the other hand, only know about the concept of a country. They have no idea about the great unity of the world. Let's hope I can find the name of this planet (or world) in other documents … If I can't find it, I'll give it another name. ]
After that, Jon began to record some information about the universal values of the people in this world.
As a native, Angor was familiar with such information, so he only skimmed through it briefly before opening another volume.
A Guide to the Application of Traditional and Western Medicine in this World. This was a volume written in Chinese. Angor and Jon were probably the only people in this world who could understand it.
Dusk came without them noticing. The firewood in the fireplace was lit up by a servant. The warm firelight, the buzzing of insects in the yard, and the cawing of crows came from nowhere. It was another gentle night.
On the other side, on a plain not far from Grue Town, rows of temporary tents were set up around a burning campfire. What attracted people's attention was a large and luxurious black tent with golden edges in the center. The other tents surrounded the black tent like stars surrounding the moon.
This was Eton Moen's temporary encampment, but the black tent wasn't Eton Moen's tent.
The cold wind of the Month of Freezing Earth was blowing. Without the shelter of trees, even the armored knights began to shiver. Seeing this, Count Eton ordered a pair of guards to patrol outside the tent while the rest of the knights rested by the campfire.
After the arrangements were made, Count Eton slowly walked into the luxurious black-roofed tent. As soon as he entered the tent, the dignified expression he had when giving orders was replaced with a respectful and ingratiating expression.
There weren't too many decorations in the tent, but everything had a mysterious meaning to it. In a corner of the tent, an old man with a white beard in a black robe was writing rapidly. A strange crystal ball was floating beside him.
There seemed to be mist in the crystal ball. The white-bearded old man looked at the crystal ball from time to time and then buried his head in writing. Eaton looked at the crystal ball, but he only felt dizzy and quickly shifted his gaze to the other side.
"You've found the Morning Dew?" A hoarse voice came from the white-bearded old man.
With a hint of fear, Eton told the old man about his conversation with Leon Padt in Padt Manor.
"Oh?" The white-bearded old man put down his quill and blew dry the blood-red ink on the paper. "Although the other party didn't know about Morning Dew, his expression changed slightly after seeing the wooden box … Is there a problem with the maker of this wooden box, or is he also a spellcaster?"
Eton sneaked a glance at the pattern on the paper. It was a blood-red pattern of waves with strange lines and symbols in the middle. Eaton felt his eyes sting after just one glance.
"The spell pattern on this scroll is called 'Rolling Waves'. It'll be useful for you in the war against Heylan. " The old man paused for a second and continued, "Too bad you don't have the talent. Otherwise, I could take you with me and leave the Old Earth."
Eton's face darkened. "Father … I'll be satisfied if you can take Alan and his sister with you. As for me, I don't mind staying in the family. "
The white-bearded old man sighed at first, but then he thought of his two grandsons, and his gaze became much more relaxed. "The talent of a Magus has always been extremely rare. In some places, there are only one in ten thousand people. It's already a blessing from the heavens that we have two of them. Besides, Alan and Aleen are my grandsons. I'll take good care of them. "
"Too bad I don't have the talent. I'll have to rely on my grandsons in a few years." The old man looked at the wooden box on the table again.
"The carving is interesting. But there's no spell pattern on it. It's just an ordinary person, isn't it?" The white-bearded old man shook his head. There was no way to find a spellcaster in the Old Earth. Even the elemental waves were sealed in this land. Therefore, Mystics, Bloodline Wizards, and other wizards who did not rely on elemental power, would not be able to find the corresponding materials on this land.
"Since Leon didn't want to tell the truth, don't blame me." Eton cupped his fists and bowed. A cold light flashed in his eyes. "It's about father's advancement. This is a big deal! Tonight, I'll have Marl lead two teams of knights and flatten the Padt Manor! "
The old man didn't say anything, but it was a silent agreement. He was a light wizard and wouldn't kill ordinary people. But since it was related to his advancement, he didn't mind killing a few people. Besides, in the eyes of ordinary people, light wizards were good wizards. But that was a joke. The conflict between light wizards and dark wizards was due to the different concepts of spells. In other words, they had similar values. They just didn't want to kill.
Eton discussed with his father some more issues after Alan and Aleen left. Then, he prepared to leave.
At this time, Knight Commander Marl suddenly knelt outside the tent and asked for an audience.
"Earl, just now, the owner of the Padt Manor, Viscount Leon, sent a messenger with an invitation letter."
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