Chapter 555 Life Feels Like a Dream

• The study sank into silence. Only the wind at the window brushed the leaves with a soft hiss. Only the tea before them breathed out a warm, mellow fragrance.
• No one knew how much time passed before Captain Gambino finally broke the quiet. He let out a long sigh. “Don Lazzari, a young hero—worthy of the King of Hofcaster.”
• With smooth, practiced ease, he swept away the tea froth from the lidded cup with two fingers of his right hand and handed it to Yulian. “This is pre‑rain West Lake Longjing, plucked from seventeen mother trees by the lake. Only about two pounds are made each year. The price per gram hits one hundred eighty thousand, second only to the mother‑tree Da Hong Pao from the Wuyi Mountains. The aroma is pure and fresh, the brew rich and rounded. Have a taste.”