Unexpectedly, this gla.s.s pearl, which looks slightly light blue, is the culprit that caused Jon to cross from earth!

Angel at the moment, in addition to shock and awe, felt more curious and confliction.

It is natural to be curious about such extraordinary objects.

The feeling of conflict, comes from the thought that if were not for the gla.s.s bead, his mentor will not fall to his present state, and perhaps he would live happily with his wife and daughter on earth.

In addition, there was a faint voice in Angel's heart, saying: If it had not been for the gla.s.s bead, he would never have met such a scholarly man as his mentor in this lifetime. Without the guidance of his mentor, perhaps he would have become a playboy by now.

He would be mediocre and have no further ideas of life, value and the world.

Angel turned his thoughts a thousand times, Jon naturally did not know.

Jon took the gla.s.s bead in his palm with a grip, and reached out with his almost withered hand, and laboriously placed the gla.s.s bead back in Angel's hands.

“Now that I have discarded it, I have already given it up. You picked it up, which means it has something to do with you. Just take the Heavenly Eye. I'm will be going under the ground soon, but you're still young. Maybe you still have a chance to get to Earth. “

Jon smiled and shook his head. He himself did not believe it was possible, but he insisted, “If you come to Earth, I hope you can bring my ashes back to China and bury them under a mistletoe tree in Jiangdong where my home is.”

With the thick fog of the night, Angel dragged hands to his cheek and staying with Jon until he fell asleep while rubbing the soreness on Jon's arms away.

His mentor's health is getting worse and worse,

He doesn't know how much longer he can last.

Even if Angel had not given up, but, if as the mentor said, Gaia wanted his mentor to die, what could he do?

Now, the only thing he can do is to be happy with his mentor, in his last moments, show his filial piety.

As he left the courtyard, the moonlight shone on the earth.

Angel, dressed in thin clothes and a fluffy cloak with embroidered emblems, pulled his long coat with the glow of the moonlight at his back.

Making way to the castle at the center of the manor.

At the same time at the other end of the manor, in the hall of the castle, the beautiful dancers pulled up the corners of their colorful fluffy skirts and twirled merrily with the music of the performers.

The valuable candles burned with scent of deep-sea whale oil as they were lit by the maids one by one, their s.h.i.+ne lighting the hall as if it were day.

The hall smelled of wine, cheese, flowers and tea.

When Angel came in, he saw such a lively and jubilant scene.

Leon stood in the middle of the crowd with a red wine gla.s.s, talking and laughing loudly with some strange faces.

Come to think of it, those are the people from Monne family, aren't they?

Angel quietly looked at a person, Leon also found him, happy to pull him to the center of the crowd, to introduce him to the names of each side.

Standing in the front, dressed as a gentleman, the middle-aged man has green eyes, dark brown hair, features full of edges and corners, and the overall temperament is like a long sword pulled out from the sheath.

“Angel, you are just in time, I would like to introduce you to the Earl of Eaton, who is sitting on the front lines for the Monne family.” Leon said.

Angel obeyed the good flow of introduction, aristocratic etiquette has long been engraved into his bones and blood, every move was filled with grace and n.o.bility.

“These are Allen and Irene, the children of count Eaton.”

Allen looked about fourteen years old, about the same age as Angel himself, his features had not yet grown, and he was undoubtedly chubby and lovely.

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 Allen, 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 looking at the crowd, others were also looking at Angel.

Angel's appearance is not the standard aesthetic of the empire, blond hair, blue eyes, white but not sickly, perfect facial features, this combination is even more dazzling.

Specifically, when Angel smiled at brother Allen and his sister Irene, she immediately flushed and hid behind Allen under the pretext of receiving something from the server's plate.

This little girl.

Eaton 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 of filled with praises, Leon saw Eaton keep looking back and said, “Since we are having a tea party, we cannot just drink alcohol. Tea is just the right for such an occasion.”

With that, Leon clapped his hands, stopped the singing and dancing maidens, and led the crowd to the teahouse.

Just then a creak sounded at the front door of the hall, slowly pus.h.i.+ng it open.

The rain was a murmur outside, and it was not until then that everyone noticed it was raining heavily.

A mysterious man covered in black robes walked in slowly.

Leon frowned and said in a low voice, “My guest, Am I famili…”

Before he had finished, he saw count Eaton, 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 weekdays,” Eaton said. “Hearing that there is special tea today, he wanted to come together. But there was something on the road, he had left a little while earlier than me and got here a little later.”

Leon said “Oh” in 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 his eyes moved slightly.

His shoes are typically soft suede shoes with wet dirt on the edges and, in particular, the slightly reddish color of the soil.

Most of the soil in Grud Town is loess and black soil.

Red soil, there is only one place within a hundred miles.

Pat's Tea Garden.

Paying so much attention to the tea garden that you didn't hesitate to go during the rain before arriving at the tea party?

It seems that the man who asked about the morning dew after the rain should be old Morrow.

It's just that Angel still doesn't understand, what's so special about the morning dew after the rain?

Tastes bitter, only after drinking a lot becomes a little sweet, in addition to mentor, this is the first person to express concern about the morning dew after the rain.

Angel did not debunk Morrow's action, but his face was a little stiff, and the Monne family was so powerful that they, a small country n.o.bleman, could not fight back at all.

I just hope that today's tea party will satisfy each other.

Morrow, who put down his hood, looked like a very ordinary old man.

The white beard was long, his eyes were smiling, and there was some kindness in them.

Leon directly asked maid Mana to serve all the refreshments made today.

On the edge of the refreshments, there are several exquisite porcelain pots engraved with patterns.

“These teapots contain all the varieties of tea produced by our own estate.”

Leon stood side after the introduction, Mana also began with introducing them one by one to by lifting the lid of the pots.

The first kettle lid has just opened, accompanied by a strong scent of flowers, a faint white steam rose.

“This is iced honey scented tea, which is taken from the petals of the honey tree unique to Pat Manor. It does not use milk in the making of tea, but uses melted snow from the capped mountains to brew it.

Taste sweet but not strong, cool and very refres.h.i.+ng.”

Leon sighed. “It's a pity that it's been a long winter, it would be cooler to drink it in the heat of summer.”

After Monne had tasted the tea, Irene was the only one who drank a few more mouthfuls of what she liked very much, while all the others had dabbled. Morrow, the old man in black, smelled it and put it aside.

The second teapot is filled with milk tea, but unlike the popular milk tea in the Empire, it has a very special taste.

“Its name is lemon milk tea, which is made of sour fruit called summer lemon, with fermented milk and thin orchid leaves as raw materials.

Leon said, pointing to Angel next to him, “My brother likes this tea the best. He drinks several large cups every day and secretly doesn't want anyone to know. Ha ha ha.”

Angel looked pale and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

“Does brother Pat like to drink? “As soon as Irene heard this her eyes lit up, she took the porcelain cup from Mana's hand with expectations and drank it down with a gulp.

After a big sip, the corners of the lips were stained with a thin layer of milk.

Irene closed her eyes, as if reveling the aftertaste of the good smell of frankincense, slightly sour, but delicious!

“Such a good drink!” Irene said loudly, “It tastes better than the scented tea just now!”

Hearing Irene say so, her brother Allen also took the teacup and drank it all.

Allen squeaked, his eyes narrowed into narrow slits, nodding very much, and strongly agreed with his sister Irene's taste.

Count Eaton looked at his two children, and smiled.

He did not drink the milk tea, which he had just heard of from Leon, which was obviously for Allen and Irene.

Old man Morrow also deeply spoiled his grandchildren and pushed his cup of milk tea directly in front of Irene.

The next moment, Mana opened several pot covers in a row, most types of tea are milk teas, or scented tea, which did not interest Morrow.

Jon only drank three types of green tea, which he enjoyed drinking very much.

But alas, Morrow still lacked interest.

Angel looked at the last pot, the last of Jon's three favorite teas, and the only tea he had brought from Earth-the morning dew after the rain.