Standing beneath the great tree outside Skyarrow Gym, Heiduo held two large bags of freshly roasted tea leaves, his expression complicated.
He had thought Ramos had come to mediate and smooth things over, but it turned out the man had simply come to apologize.
He apologized for failing to ensure Heiduo's personal safety and for failing to maintain harmony and stability within Coumarine City.
As for whether Heiduo forgave that middle-aged man, that had nothing to do with him.
Before leaving, he had even stuffed two bags of tea leaves he had personally roasted into Heiduo's hands.
He said it was a gift for making the long trip.
And then Heiduo immediately caved.
It couldn't be helped. Ramos had given him far too much... Ahem, Ramos's tea leaves were simply too good, far better than anything Heiduo had roasted himself.
Heiduo did not have many hobbies. Reading and drinking tea were both leisure activities he enjoyed, so he truly had no way to resist the temptation of fresh tea leaves.
Especially premium tea leaves.
In certain urban novels, tea like this could have become the capital for a protagonist's rise to greatness.
Unfortunately, the one holding them now was an old man well past middle age, ready to retire at any time.
"I still prefer black tea." Umbreon stared at the tea leaves in Heiduo's hands for a long while before blurting out that sentence.
Heiduo could not be bothered with it and silently headed toward the station.
In a few years, the old train leading to the cliff would become an elevated light rail. Going up and down the mountain would be a little faster then.
Trains these days crawled like snails, though their slow speed probably had something to do with their role as sightseeing trains.
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