"What kind of coffee would you like?"
The young wizard quickly composed himself, stood up, picked up the coffee pot, and poured coffee for the two witches. "It's an honor to serve you."
"Mm, perhaps I should leave." Jiang Yu raised a hand and tucked several strands of hair that had fallen by her ear behind it. She cast Zheng Qing a faintly teasing glance, then looked at Ilena. "With classmate Zheng Qing here to help you, your homework won't be difficult at all."
"But you were the teacher I asked for. First come, first served." Ilena grabbed Jiang Yu's arm and pulled her back into her seat. "At the very least, let me treat you to a cup of coffee."
Jiang Yu struggled lightly but failed to free herself from the Gypsy witch's grip. In the end, she bit her lip and sat down.
The three of them occupied three sides of the coffee table.
The remaining side was against the wall. An oil painting in a bizarre style hung there. One could vaguely make out several ferocious-looking figures, like ghosts and monsters, wielding weapons as they fought each other. Beneath their feet was scorching lava, and above their heads hung a low sky crackling with lightning. From time to time, those ghostly figures revealed their blue-black true forms—some with nine heads and a thousand eyes, some with three heads and six arms, some with a thousand heads and two thousand faces. Their battle made the entire canvas seem to hum and tremble.
Zheng Qing only glanced at the painting before turning all his attention to the coffee pot in front of him. He needed to pour coffee for the two witches. And for himself, too.
The brown coffee flowed through the silver pot and its transparent gemstone spout,