Demon Sage

"Are you sure it's an old man with gray hair, wearing a black formal suit, and holding a reddish-brown cane?"

After explaining the purpose of his visit, the answer given by the tomb keeper made Donald a little overwhelmed.

According to the other party's description, it was Cann Antoine who worshipped the Grants before him?

This... doesn't make sense.

Sitting on the edge of the tombstone, Donald thought about the possibility that the tombkeeper said that if Cann Antoine knew the Grants, then he had no reason not to know himself.

The two sides have met twice so far, not just a quick glance, but an exchange, especially in the bookstore for the first time, where they spent nearly half an hour together.

Can you remember the death anniversary of the Grants, but not their children?

The fact is that in the two meetings, Cann Antoine did not show any familiarity, so the premise that he knew the Grants meant that the old man did not want to know Donald Grant.

It's not feasible to ask directly. It's too abrupt. If the other party wants to show his identity in two encounters, he can do it at any time.

Donald was also a little hesitant. He approached the door without thinking. Not only would he not get the reply he wanted, but he would also cause trouble.

The bookstore that Cann Antoine mentioned earlier had new tea. It was originally just a polite word, but now it seems that I must have a taste...

Since we can't ask outright questions, it's always alright to try it out, right?

After leaving Shelts Cemetery, Donald went straight to the corner bookstore on Iris Street.

The door is open, business hours.

"Mr. Antoine, I'm here to drink tea, haven't I finished the tea?"

The father and son in the bookstore were arranging the bookshelves. Donald entered the door and shouted Mr. Antoine, causing both of them to stop.

"Of course not, my son Charles Antoine, just call us by our first names in the future, you can't tell who is who, you can sit next to me for a while, I'll make tea, Charles, you watch outside ."

After the former finished speaking, he put down his work and went into the back room. Charles and Donald nodded to each other as a greeting.

Donald walked to the window closest to him, ready to wait for tea there.

"Mr. Grant, it's cloudy outside, and the lighting in the window is not good. Why don't you try to sit inside? The lamp in the store was specially purchased by my father from the lighting market. No one has appreciated it, but it made him depressed. long time."

Charles' voice came from behind the bookshelf. Donald, who had just arrived at the table, was about to sit down, but his movements stopped.

It is around 1:00 in the afternoon. Although it is cloudy, the light is not enough to read the text on the book. Before the change, Donald must have sat down directly, just thinking of the purpose of today's visit, and then understanding this sentence, he still Obediently turned around and went directly to the last table in the store against the wall.

"Mr. Charles, how long have you and Mr. Cann been in business here?"

On the bookshelf next to him, he picked up a current affairs commentary. The cover was a black and white photo of a man with a mustache standing in front of a four-wheeled vehicle.

There is a paragraph of bold black text below: the progress of the times, new means of transportation!

"About two years. The location of the bookstore was not here before, but it was moved two years ago due to some things."

Charles still only heard his voice, but saw no one.

"Two years...how's the business?"

He casually flipped through the magazine in his hand and picked up the pictures, as if he was commenting on the content of the new era of technology.

"As you can see, the business is not very good, otherwise I wouldn't read the economic newspaper every day, think about investing, and how good would it be to lie in the store all day to collect money?"

The relocation of the bookstore obviously did not bring them business.

"The tea is ready. It's from the Nimitz Plateau. Try it."

There are two teacups with colorful patterns on the porcelain plate, steaming hot.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

One was placed in front of Donald, and the other was held by himself, sitting on the other side of the table.

"Please feel free."

With his fingers around the ears of the cup, the tea was clear and the tea rose and fell in the hot water, exuding a fragrant fragrance, but Donald was thinking about how to speak, and his mind was not on this cup of tea.

How to open the topic?

Flipping through the magazine to hide his thoughts, Donald didn't want to show too much emotion.

"Donald, that's my name, okay?"

Unexpectedly, it was Kahn who spoke first.

"certainly."

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the stalemate continued like this, the atmosphere would become very strange.

"What's wrong with your life recently? Your mood seems to be a little down."

The other party took the initiative to bring the topic to Donald. Is this cooperating?

"It's a little bit out of my expectations... I went to see my parents today, and I thought of a lot of things. In recent years, my luck has been sinking to the bottom, and my parents have an accident, and inexplicably became Not to mention the orphan, the surrounding environment is not so friendly to me..."

He stopped the conversation in time, Donald didn't continue to talk, it depends on the attitude of the other party.

"There is no simple way to describe the life of an adult. There are always troubles, and they will be overcome by gritting their teeth."

He picked up the teacup, blew on the heat, and took a sip. He didn't seem to be interested in exploring the difficulties Donald said.

Either he really didn't know, or he made up his mind not to say anything.

Either way.

Donald didn't expect an old grandfather to suddenly appear as his backer.

"Hey, my trouble is not something I can get through just by biting my teeth."

At this time, Donald relaxed a little, took a sip of tea, leaned back in the chair, and said with a wry smile.

The taste of the tea was surprisingly good, which made Donald's originally frowning brows loosen a lot, and even his emotions began to rise.

"It's delicious, tea from the Nimitz Plateau? I have to buy a few bags too."

"I didn't lie to you, the effect of my tea is very good. It can refresh the mind. If you are tired and sleepy, have a cup, but you can't drink too much. One cup a day is also good for the body. You are the first to taste it. So I'll give you 5 packs as a small gift."

Kann took out a small bag of prepackaged tea from behind him like a magic trick and put it on the table, it seemed that he was prepared.

"This......"

His eyes wandered between tea leaves and Cann.

"Take it, I gave it to you, remember to have a cup every day, and take a few sips when you are tired from reading. It will be beneficial."

After Kann finished speaking, he pushed the tea bag forward and started sipping the tea on his own.

Donald accepted the gift and left the corner bookstore at 2 pm.

"Can he drink?"

Charles finished his cleaning and sat in the seat before Donald.

"Why not, this is tea, why should it be stored? Besides, it's really good for him."

Kan's fingers squeezed the body of the cup, the tea was boiling hot, but he had no intention of letting go.

jingle bell~

The store door opened, and a burly figure strode over.