Looking at the tea in front of him, Jimte was taken aback.
Although the noble had claimed last night that there was absolutely no issue with his tea ceremony, actually seeing it still came as a surprise.
That effortlessly flowing tea artistry truly left one in awe.
It's just...
It may have been an illusion, but he invariably felt there was an unexplainable bandit-like aura in the noble's movements.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Jimte picked up the teacup.
The moment the tea touched his lips, Jimte's eyes widened.
Sweet upon entry, a sweetness like no other, followed by the unique rich flavor of tea leaves, and incredibly smooth as it went down the throat!
This?!
Jimte was stunned.
As the son of a baron and the son-in-law of a marquis, he had drunk Lion's Tea before. Although it wasn't the kind specially supplied to the Old Lion, Jimte now believed that even that wouldn't compare to what he held in his hands.
'Why is it like this?
Could it be...
