After dinner, the lynx lay lazily on the bamboo chair, as if still reminiscing about the fruit wine he had just drunk. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were flashing under the dim oil lamp, obviously in good spirits. At this time, the ghost pupil had already boiled boiling water and made a cup of barley tea for the lynx. The lynx smelled the fragrance of wheat in the room, shook the bamboo chair with satisfaction, gently blew the subtle tea powder in the cup, took a sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Stinky boy, although you don't learn and don't know how to do it, but this tea-making technique is really not covered, even if you don't know anything, go to the teahouse in the city, and you have the ability to make a living." Oni Hitomi smiled and didn't speak, as if with his smile, the whole room was much brighter. To be honest, the craft of making tea seems to be born in the bones, the first time I saw the lynx making tea, the ghost pupil instinctively felt that the taste of the tea was not completely brewed, it was a waste, just give it a try, and the final result was that the lynx waited for the ghost pupil to come back every day to serve tea and pour water. The bobcat held the crude teacup in both hands, letting the heat come to the surface, obviously he enjoyed the feeling, it turned out that even if it was just a cup of coarse tea, brewing it properly, smelling it was a kind of enjoyment, this kid seemed to be from the big city, and obviously not an ordinary child. Because in the Duolun Continent, even in the upper class, tea is a luxury, of course, not this most ordinary barley tea. The lynx squinted slightly, looking at the young man in front of him, thin, tall, with broken hair but not messy, polite, from his words and deeds, he couldn't see through, even if it was the eyesight that had been cultivated over the years. The first impression that Oni Hitomi gives to anyone is that he is polite, gentle, well-behaved, and generous in conversation and laughter. Let's say that he is a person from the upper class, he knows almost nothing about the history of the Duolun Continent, this is not caused by pretending or amnesia, and he is very warm and approachable to anyone in the village, even if it is a lonely old man with a withdrawn temperament in the village or a young prickly head can sit and chat with the ghost pupil for a long time, and it is definitely from the heart, people in the upper class always look noble and talkative, but how can there be such an affinity, the pride in their bones does not need to be detected with their eyes. If he is a child of an ordinary family, this is even more impossible, his every move is obviously specially cultivated, and his gestures are so decent and generous. The most unacceptable thing for the bobcat is that the ghost pupil looks gentle and generous, but he often says something hilarious and laughs, and he doesn't think it's funny after laughing, but he just wants to laugh, as if he sees him as a person, it makes people happy, he seems to be the rising sun, and he can bring infinite vitality and vitality to the people around him.

"I said Brother Cat, how long are you going to secretly watch me, and I'm not the cauliflower sweet mother next door. Ghost Hitomi casually closed a thread-bound book, and four words were written on the page, "Hunter's Notes".

"Stinky boy, no big or small. The lynx came back to his senses, he was already used to this kind of title, and said with a smile: "You have ten lines of eyes, are you distracted?"

"No, I've read it roughly, I already know all the words on it, and I can clearly understand the meaning, isn't it just a book about the advancement of hunters?"

The teacup in the bobcat's hand shook slightly, do you understand?