Angor did not expect the slightly bluish glass orb to be the reason why Jon came from Earth! Angor's mind was filled with curiosity and other complicated feelings apart from shock and astonishment.
Of course, he was curious about such a supernatural item. But more than that, he felt complicated. If not for the glass orb, his teacher would not have fallen into such a state. Perhaps he could live happily with his wife and daughter on Earth.
There was also a voice in his mind that was telling him that if it weren't for the Glass Orb, he would never have met someone as knowledgeable as Angor. Without Angor's guidance, Angor would have become a spoiled brat who knew nothing about life, values, and the world. He would have lost all sense of value.
Of course, Jon did not know what was going on in Angor's mind. Jon spun the glass orb in his hand and put it back in Angor's hand with his withered hand.
"Since I've thrown it away, I've given up. You found it, which means it's destined to be yours. Take the Alien Eye. I'm about to die, but you're still young. You might even have the chance to go to Earth. " Jon shook his head with a smile. He did not believe it himself, but he insisted, "If you go to Earth, I hope you can bring my ashes back to Huaxia and bury them under the oak tree in my hometown in River East …"
…
The night mist was thick. Angor rubbed his cheeks and stayed by Jon's side until Jon fell asleep. Then he left while rubbing his sore arm.
His teacher's health was getting worse. Angor did not know how long his teacher could live. Angor did not want to see his teacher go, but if Gaia's consciousness really wanted his teacher dead, what could he do? The only thing he could do now was to stay by his teacher's side and fulfill his filial duty in his final moments.
Moonlight shone on the ground when Angor left the yard. He wore thin clothes and a furry cloak embroidered with the family emblem. Under the moonlight, his shadow was elongated. He walked to the castle in the center of the manor alone.
On the other hand, in the hall of the castle, a group of gorgeously dressed dancers were dancing in circles to the music played by the musician while holding the corners of their colorful petticoats. Expensive candles made from deep-sea fish oil were lit up by the maids one by one, making the hall as bright as day.
The hall was filled with pleasant smells. The aroma of grape wine, the mellow aroma of cheese, and the faint fragrance of flowers and tea.
This was what Angor saw when he came in.
Leon was standing in the center of the crowd with a glass of red wine in hand. He was talking and laughing with several unfamiliar faces.
Presumably, they were the people from the Morn Family.
Angor looked at them quietly. Leon noticed him too. He pulled Angor to the center of the crowd and introduced him.
Standing at the very front was a middle-aged man dressed in a very gentlemanly manner. He had green eyes, dark brown hair, and sharp facial features. His overall temperament was like an unsheathed longsword.
"Good timing, Angor. Let me introduce you. This is Count Eton, the frontline commander of the Morn Family," Leon introduced.
The etiquette of nobles was already ingrained in his bones. His every move was elegant and noble.
"These are Alan and Aleen, Count Eton's son and daughter."
Alan was about 14 years old, which was the same age as Angor. His face was not fully developed yet, and he looked chubby and cute. He inherited his father's green eyes and brown hair. However, his hair was not tied up, which made him look more childish.
Aleen was Alan's younger sister, but she looked much more mature than Alan. She was wearing a luxurious noble dress, which made her look like a young princess who was about to break away from her shyness.
While Angor was looking at the people around him, they were also looking at him.
Angor's appearance was the standard standard of beauty in the empire. He had blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, but not sickly. Every facial feature was perfect, which made him look even more stunning. When Angor greeted Alan and Aleen with a smile, Aleen blushed and hid behind Alan, using the excuse of carrying a tray.
That little girl …
Eton chuckled in his mind. But he was also surprised by Angor's appearance. Old Padt had two sons who were both more handsome than the other.
After a round of compliments, Leon noticed that Eton kept looking back, so he said, "Since it's a tea party, we can't just drink wine. Tea is the main event."
With that, Leon clapped his hands and signaled the dancing maids to stop. He then led everyone to the tearoom.
At this moment, the main door of the hall was slowly pushed open.
It was raining outside. Only now did everyone realize that it was raining outside.
A mysterious man covered in a black robe slowly walked in.
Leon frowned and spoke in a low voice, "Sir, you are —"
Before he could finish, Count Eton, Alan, and Aleen all stepped forward and respectfully surrounded the newcomer.
"Viscount Padt, this is my father, Maro Morn," introduced Leon. Eaton introduced, "Father usually likes to drink weak tea. He heard that there's a special tea today, so he came along with us. But something came up on his way here, so he had to leave for a while. "
Leon said, "Oh," to show that he understood. He then stepped forward to greet the elder of the Morn family with even greater enthusiasm.
Angor glanced at Maro's shoes. They were typical soft suede shoes. The edges of the shoes were covered in wet mud. What caught Angor's attention was the reddish color of the mud.
The mud in Grue Town was mostly yellow or black. There was only one place within a hundred kilometers that had red soil — Padt's Tea Garden.
Why did he pay so much attention to the tea garden? He even went to the garden in the rain before the tea party?
It seemed that the person who asked about the Morning Dew was this old man Mo Luo. But Angor was still confused. What was so special about Morning Dew? It tasted bitter, and only a little sweet after drinking it. Maro Morn was the first person who showed interest in Morning Dew apart from his professor.
Angor did not expose Maro's action. He only showed a stiff expression. The Morn family was too powerful for a small village noble like them to go against. Angor could only hope that the tea party today would satisfy the family.
With his hood down, Maro looked just like an ordinary old man. He had a long white beard and a pair of smiling eyes. He looked kind.
Leon directly asked Head Maid Mana to serve all the tea and pastries that had been made today. Next to the tea and snacks were several delicate porcelain pots with patterns carved on them.
"These teapots contain all the varieties of tea produced by our manor."
As Leon introduced, Mana also opened the lids one by one.
As soon as the first pot was opened, white steam rose along with a strong floral fragrance.
"This is Iced Honey Flower Tea. The tea leaves are made from the petals of the Honey Moon Tree, which is unique to Padt Manor. It is not brewed with milk. Instead, it is made with snow water from a snowy mountain. The taste is sweet but not greasy. It is cool to the brain. " Leon sighed. "Too bad we are in the middle of winter. It will be even cooler if we drink it during the summer."
After Meng En and the others tasted the tea, Eirinn was the only one who liked it so much that she drank a few more mouthfuls. The others only tasted it lightly. That black-robed old man Mo Luo even smelled it once before putting it aside.
The second pot contained milk tea. Unlike the popular milk tea in the empire, this one had a special taste.
"It's called Lemon Milk Tea. It's made from a kind of sour fruit called Summer Lemon, fermented milk, and peppermint leaves as the raw materials." Leon pointed at Angor. "My little brother loves this tea the most. He drinks several cups of it every day, and he doesn't want anyone to know about it. Hahaha! "
Angor rolled his eyes at Leon in his mind but kept a smile on his face.
"You like it, Brother Padt?" Aleen's eyes lit up. She took the cup from Mana and drank it in big gulps.
When she finished, her lips were covered with a thin layer of milk. Aleen closed her eyes as if she was savoring the fragrance of the milk. It was a little sour, but it was delicious.
"Yummy!" Aleen said loudly, "It's better than the flower tea!"
Aleen's brother, Alan, also took the cup and drank it in one gulp. Alan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. He nodded in satisfaction and agreed with his sister's taste.
Count Eton looked at his two children and smiled. He did not drink the milk tea. From Leon's words, he knew this pot of tea was prepared for Alan and Aleen.
Maro was also very fond of his grandchildren. He pushed his own cup of milk tea to Aleen.
Next, Mana opened several pots. Most of the teas were milk tea and flower tea, which Maro was not interested in. He only tasted the two pots of green tea leaves, which were Jon's favorite. However, after Mo Luo tasted it, he still looked disinterested.
Angor looked at the last pot. It contained the last of the three favorite teas of Jon's, and the only one he brought from Earth — Morning Dew.
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