Old John sat on a log, looking with astonishment at the pottery bowl in his hand.
Inside the pottery bowl.
A yellow-green liquid was gently swaying.
However, he could clearly discern the strong mint fragrance emanating from the liquid.
He tried taking a sip, and the slight sweetness of mint and herbal aroma immediately swept across his taste buds.
A comfortable cool sensation instantly came over him.
In this summer, it indeed provided a refreshing coolness.
Old John turned his head towards the distant kitchen.
There.
The esteemed Lord was brewing herbal decoction...
Old John's eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Why does this Lord feel so peculiar?
A little girl, only four or five years old, came to him.
"Old John, how do you read this letter? Sorry, I forgot..."
Hearing the little girl's words, Old John finally withdrew his gaze.
...
Two consecutive days.
Whenever Lynn woke up, he was either brewing herbal decoction in the kitchen or in the Blacksmith Shop.
