Chapter 7 Tea Party
It is natural to be curious about such an extraordinary object.
The feeling of conflict comes from the fact that if it were not for this glass bead, his mentor would not have fallen into his present predicament, and perhaps he would still be living happily with his wife and daughter on earth.
Additionally, there was a faint voice in Angel’s heart saying: If it had not been for this glass bead, he would have never met such an extraordinarily scholarly man as his mentor in this lifetime. Without the guidance of his mentor, perhaps he would have become some town playboy by now.
He would be mediocre and have no further pursuits in life, values or ideas of the world.
Angel turned his thoughts a thousand times, which Jon naturally did not know.
Jon grabbed the glass bead in his palm with a weak grip, and reached out with his almost withered hand, and laboriously placed the glass bead back into Angel’s hand.
“Now that I have discarded it, I have already given up all ownership. You picked it up, which means it has something to do with you now. Just take the Heavenly Eye. I will be six feet under soon, but you’re still young. Maybe you still have a chance to go to Earth.”
Jon smiled and shook his head. He himself did not believe it was possible, but he insisted, “If you do come by Earth, I hope you can bring my ashes back to China and bury them under a mistletoe tree at Jiangdong in my hometown.”
…….
With the thick haze of night, Angel dragged his hand across Jon’s cheek and stayed with him until he fell asleep while rubbing the soreness in Jon’s arms away.
His mentor’s health is getting worse by the day, and he doesn’t know how much longer he will last.
Even if Angel did not give up, but if it is as mentor said, the world consciousness wanted mentor to die, what could he do?
Now, the only thing he can do is bring happiness to his mentor in his last moments by showing his filial piety.
As he left the courtyard, the moonlight gently shined down.
Angel, dressed in his thin clothes and fluffy embroidered cloak with family emblems, pulled the long cloak as the glow of the moonlight was at his back.
He made way towards the manor at the center of the estate.
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At the same time, at the other end in the main hall of the manor, the beautiful dancers pulled up the corners of their colorful fluffy skirts and twirled merrily with the exciting performance by the musicians.
The valuable candles burned with scent of deep-sea whale oil as they were lit by the maids one by one, their bright glow lighting the grand hall as if it were day.
The hall smelled of wine, cheese, flowers and tea as well other various flavors brought by the festivities.
When Angel walked in, he saw such a lively and jubilant scene.
Leon stood in the middle of a group with a red wineglass, talking and laughing merrily with some strange new faces.
Come to think of it, those are people from Monne family, aren’t they?
Angel quietly looked at the familiar face, and when Leon had found him, he happily pulled him along to the center of the group and introduced his name to each person.
Standing in front, and dressed as a gentleman, the middle-aged man with green eyes, dark brown hair, and features filled with sharp edges and corners, had given an overall impression of a sword pulled from its sheath.
“Angel, you are just in time, I would like to introduce you to Count Ethan, who is sitting on the front lines for the Monne family.” Leon said.
Angel obeyed good mood of the introduction, and seeing as aristocratic etiquette has long been engraved into his bones and blood, every move he made was filled with the grace of nobility.
“These two are Alan and Irene, the children of Count Ethan.”
Alan looked about fourteen years old, about the same age as Angel himself, his features had not yet fully matured, and he looked undoubtedly chubby and adorable.
He inherited his father’s green pupils and brown hair, but his hair was messy, unfettered, and seemed a little childish.
Although Irene was his sister, she looked much more mature than Alan, and her plump, gorgeous aristocratic dress made her as attractive as a young princess who was about to break away from her youth.
While Angel was observing the group, the group was observing Angel.
Angel’s appearance is not the standard aesthetic of the empire, with blond hair, blue eyes, white but not sickly porcelain skin, and perfect facial features, this combination of features is even more dazzling.
Specifically, when Angel smiled at sister Irene, she immediately flushed and hid behind Alan under the pretext of receiving something from the server’s plate.
This little girl.
……
Ethan laughed in his heart, but he was also surprised by Angel’s appearance. He did not expect that the unattractive old Pat had two sons who were much more handsome than the former.
After a meal filled with praises and flattery, Leon saw Ethan keep looking back and said, “Since we are having a tea party, we cannot just drink alcohol. Tea is the correct drink of choice for such an occasion.”
With that, Leon clapped his hands, and the music and dancing maidens stopped while he led the crowd to the teahouse.
Just then a creak sounded and the front door of the hall slowly pushed open.
The rain was a murmur outside, and it was not until then that everyone noticed it was raining heavily when the door sounded opened.
A mysterious man covered in black robes walked in slowly from the outside.
Leon frowned and said in a low voice, “My guest, Am I famili…”
Before he had finished, he saw Count Ethan, Allen and Irene striding forward, respectfully encircling the comer.
“Viscount Pat, this is my father, Morrow. Monne.
“My father likes to drink light tea very much on the weekdays,” Ethan said. “Hearing that there is special tea party today, he wanted to come together for the occasion. But there was something on the road that demanded his attention, so he had left a little while earlier than us and got here a little later.”
Leon said “Oh” to mark a sign of clarity.
Then, with greater enthusiasm, he came forward to welcome the elder of the Monne family.
Angel, on the other hand, glanced at Morrow’s shoes, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
His shoes are typical soft suede shoes but there was wet dirt on the edges, and in particular, the color of the soil is slightly reddish.
Most of the soil in Grud Town is loess and black soil.
As for red soil, there is only one location within a hundred miles.
Pat Family’s Tea Garden.
Why did he pay so much attention to the tea garden that he didn’t hesitate to go in during the rain before arriving at the tea party?
It seems that the man who inquired about Morning Dew After the Rain should be this old Morrow.
It’s just that Angel still doesn’t understand why, what’s so special about Morning Dew After the Rain?
It only tastes bitter, and only after adding milk will the drink become a little more sweet, in addition to mentor, this is the first person to express so much concern about Morning Dew After the Rain.
Angel did not call into question Morrow’s actions so his face was a little stiff, the Monne family was so powerful that he, a small country nobleman, could not fight back at all.
He just hopes that today’s tea party will end in the other party’s satisfaction.
Morrow, who pulled down his hood, looked like a very ordinary old man.
His white beard was long, his eyes were smiling, and they even showed a hint of kindness in them.
Leon directly asked maid Mana to serve all the guests refreshments prepared for today.
On the table filled refreshments, there were several exquisite porcelain pots engraved with patterns.
“These teapots contain all varieties of tea produced by our own estate.”
Leon stood aside after the introduction, Mana also began introducing each tea, one by one, by lifting the lid of the pots.
The first lid was just opened, and what accompanied it was a strong scent of flowers with faint white steam rising from the tea pot.
“This is iced honey scented tea, which is made from the petals of the honey trees unique to Pat Manor. It does not use any milk for creating this tea, but uses melted snow from the nearby snow capped mountains to brew it.
It tastes mildly sweet, cool and very refreshing.”
Leon sighed. “It’s a pity that it’s been a long winter, it would feel even cooler to drink it during the summer heat.”
After the Monne family members had tasted the tea, Irene was the only one who drank a few more mouthfuls to show that she liked it very much, while the others had taken just a sip. Morrow, the old man in black, smelled it a moment and put it aside.
The second teapot is filled with milk tea, but unlike the popular milk tea of the empire, it has a very unique taste.
“The name of this tea is lemon milk tea, which was named after the sour fruit called summer lemon, and along with some fermented milk and thin orchid leaves, these raw components come together to make a delicious tea.
Leon continued by pointing to Angel next to him, “My brother also likes this tea the best. He drinks several large cups of them every day and secretly doesn’t want anyone to know. Ha ha ha.”
Angel paled a bit but then smiled from the bottom of his heart.
“Does brother Pat like this drink a lot?” As soon as Irene heard about it, her eyes lit up, she took the porcelain cup from Mana’s hand with some expectation and drank it down in one gulp.
After the big gulp, the corners of her lips were stained with a thin layer of milk.
Irene closed her eyes, as if reveling in the aftertaste of the tea which was scented with the smell of orchids, even though it was slightly sour, it was still delicious!
“Such a tasty drink!” Irene said loudly, “It tastes better than the scented tea just now!”
Hearing Irene say so, her brother Alan also took a teacup and drank it as well.
Alan squeaked, his eyes narrowed into narrow slits, nodded very agreeably, strongly agreeing with his sister Irene’s opinion.
Count Ethan looked at his two children and smiled.
He did not drink the milk tea which he had just been introduced by Leon since it was obviously meant for Alan and Irene.
Old man Morrow also deeply loved and spoiled his grandchildren so he pushed his cup of milk tea directly in front of Irene.
The next moment, Mana opened several more tea pot covers in a row, most of the types of tea are milk teas, or scented teas, which Morrow held no interest for.
Alas, Morrow still lacked any interest.
Jon only drank one type of green tea that had three tastes, which he enjoyed drinking very much.
Angel looked at the last pot, the last of one containing Jon’s favorite tea with three-tastes, and the only tea he had brought over with him from Earth—Morning Dew After the Rain.