Mag, who got lucky just now, suddenly opened his eyes and turned back to look at Scheer, who had been standing behind him. He realized that he was so absorbed in the lucky draw that he had let his guard down on his surroundings.

  “I just had an interesting dream.” Mag went over it with a smile. He stood up and looked at Scheer. “I wonder what Miss Scheer is here today for?”


  “If I said that I am here to have a cup of tea with Mr. Mag, would you agree to it?” Scheer said with a smile.

  “Since Miss Scheer is already standing here, can I still reject you?” Mag asked in reply, and motioned for her to take a seat beside him. “The weather is very fine today. Why don’t we have a cup of tea while enjoying the sun.”


  “Sure.” Scheer nodded and sat at the table.

  Mag went inside and brought out a tea set. He put the purple sand pot over a small stove to boil the water, and added some red tea after that. The tea’s aroma wafted out, and just the smell of it was enough to calm someone down.

  The sun in the winter morning was shining brightly.

  Both of them sat facing each other, without talking, with a pot of red tea boiling in between them.

  Scheer watched Mag for a very long time. He merely watched the purple sand pot calmly without even looking at her.

  She had seen several men, and there were often those who didn’t look at her. However, it was because those men were trying to hide their nervousness, so they shifted their gazes elsewhere on purpose, but their shifting gaze very quickly exposed their inner thoughts.

  Mag, however, was different. His gaze was very calm, and he was very focused as though there was something on that little pot that was looking better than her, so even sparing a glance at her was a waste.

  She had never met such a man.

  This fellow is too much. Are my looks really incomparable to a teapot? Scheer felt indignant. Although she did not care about men’s gaze, it was still a little uncomfortable to be ignored after getting used to being the center of attention.

  “System, what’re the effects of Buddha jumps over the wall?”


  “Please figure it out yourself.”


  “System, the effects of this top-tier dish are so powerful, would there be any side effects? What if someone falls sick because of it?”


  “Please figure out yourself and think about the complimentary medi— dishes.”


  “What’s the use of having you.”


  Mag could not help but roll his eyes inside. What was the use of this system when it barely answered any of his queries?

  “This tea is pretty fragrant.” Scheer broke the silence. She did not have the patience to sit here with Mag all afternoon under the sun.

  “Mm-hm. It’s a good tea.” Mag finally ended his conversation with the system, so he naturally replied to Scheer. He picked the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. The aromatic tea was clear and beautifully colored.

  This tea was Da Hong Pao from Mount Wuyi, which he bought from the system, so it naturally would be a good tea. He did not have a lot of it, so if Scheer had not requested to have tea with him, he would never have born sharing it with anyone.

  Scheer received the small white porcelain tea bowl. The aromatic tea was very palatable, and her eyes lit up.

  Other than loving red wine, her grandfather also loved tea. Recently, he had been fishing and drinking tea in his leisure time, and she would have some tea with him when she was free, so she had some knowledge of tea leaves.

  Her grandfather’s favorite tea was Assam black tea from the goblin’s Assam valley. Because of its low production, it was difficult to buy it.

  A few years ago, because he was unable to buy the black tea, Scheer’s grandfather bought the entire Assam valley and built a tea leaf base where he would plant and harvest it just for himself. Sometimes, he would gift some of it to his good friends.

  Mr. Mag’s tea had a stronger aroma than the Assam black tea.

  She picked up the tea bowl and blew on it lightly before taking a careful sip.

  This taste!

  Scheer’s eyes lit up. It had a rich fragrance and a strong, sweet aftertaste. After swallowing the tea, the fragrance would still linger in her mouth and make her feel more spirited.

  “It’s a good tea.”


  Even Scheer, who had tasted several good teas, could not help but praise it.

  Even her grandfather’s favorite Assam black tea paled in comparison.

  Grandfather would definitely like this tea, Scheer thought to herself with certainty.

  Mag took a sip of tea and put his tea bowl down with a smile as he asked, “Miss Scheer, you’re so busy, so I don’t think you’re just here for tea, right?”


  Scheer was a strong independent woman who did not come to the restaurant often. She would only appear when she had something she needed to do.

  “The steam train’s upgrade is completed, and Bourell had been leading the team in adding some magic spell formation in the locomotive to increase its speed. There was a breakthrough in the progress recently, but we ran into some problems during the practical tests. I hope Mr. Mag would be able to give us some help,” Scheer said as she looked at Mag.

  “Upgrading the train with magic?” Mag was shocked.

  Scheer apologetically said, “These are not part of what we agreed upon in our cooperation, so I am really sorry that I have to trouble Mr. Mag to help us.”


  “I don’t know much about spellwork, so I might not be of much help. However, I am quite interested in this train that’s upgraded with magic. I might not have enough time in the morning, but I can go over to take a look during the afternoon break.” Mag nodded. He neither rejected her nor gave her a concrete reply.

  He was indeed curious about how things would turn out when technology met magic.

  A train upgraded with magic?

  Could the speed go anywhere near a bullet train?

  “Alright. Someone will come over to pick you up this afternoon.” Scheer smiled. After that, she pulled out a piece of paper and put it in front of Mag.

  “This is?” Mag asked.

  “This is a contract. I want to hire you to be the overall advisor for this steam train project. That way, I would feel less apologetic if I needed to ask for your help again,” Scheer said.

  Mag glanced at that seven-digit annual pay and pushed the contract back to Scheer. He shook his head with a smile. “If I were to sign on this, I would be the one feeling more apologetic if I were to reject you.”


  “Is it because you think that the salary is too low?”


  “No, I just don’t like to be restricted.” Mag shook his head. “As for the steam train project, I am more than willing to take part where I can be of use if I am free. After all, I can be considered one of the stakeholders. But, the precondition is if I am free.”


  Scheer stared at Mag for a while before keeping the contract. Smiling, he said, “Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you, Mr. Mag.”


  Scheer finished her tea quietly and put her tea bowl down. She curiously asked, “I wonder what tea this is? How much do you still have with you, do you mind selling me some? My grandfather loves tea, and I am certain he would like such great tea.”


  “It’s just some wild tea leaves. I don’t have much left, so I can’t sell it to you.” Mag shook his head resolutely. The system only sold him less than 500 grams, and he even found it too little for himself. How could he possibly sell it?

  However, according to the system, that was because it was only the first year of harvest. The production of the tea leaves should increase subsequently.