Carson : The Great Guardian

Chapter 168

Carson sat in the warm living room. He was now in the home of an old man. The house was surrounded by classical elegance. From the large windows, the afternoon light shone into the room, expensive paintings, Gramophone instruments, and the sound of W.A Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. It created a gentle atmosphere. All this atmosphere made Carson calm. Although, his eyes were focused on the old man before him. The man was gracefully pouring hot tea.

The man was holding a dark green ceramic teapot, his frail hands gripping the teapot tightly. He lifted the teapot with slow, thoughtful movements as if performing a holy ritual. His face bowed slightly, showing a deep reverence for this moment. Hot steam swirled from the teapot's mouth, dancing gently in the air and filling the room with the soothing aroma of tea.

As he directed the golden-colored stream of tea into the tiny glass before him, each drop seemed like a beautiful work of art. The soft sound when the liquid touched the glass