Chapter 33: XXXIII. Family Feast

Tightly plucked, smooth fingertips, soft and tender palms, and warm breath lingering by his ear.

Liszt was incredibly content, for the technique was quite sophisticated.

Morison was someone who couldn't stay still. After finishing his tea, he paced back and forth in the room, transforming into a creature of stress.

Liszt's good mood was completely ruined as there was indeed a significant matter to attend to later.

"Oh, right, I brought a bottle of wine."

Liszt almost forgot about the gift and handed over the rum, purchased for two copper coins, to the Earl's son.

The Earl's son examined it and, having never encountered this type of wine, saw it as a rare novelty, possibly an expensive specialty from Heaven Port.

"You're here already, why bring a gift?"

The Earl's son politely instructed the servant to bring it to the table later during the evening meal.