Chapter 784: Identical to the One in the Painting

On this day, the weather was clear.

Dylan Grant was practicing his sword techniques under a tree with a light sword in his hand, while Linda Calvin sat on a chair with a pot of boiling water on the table in front of her.

She took out a delicately crafted box, engraved with intricate Rune patterns, and gently opened it to reveal a piece of cloth inside.

Her slender, fair fingers caressed the box, deep affection and admiration in her eyes that threatened to overflow.

Linda closed the box carefully, looked up at her disciple who was practicing hard, and said, "That's enough practice for today. Come here. I have some things to tell you."

"Yes, Master."

Dylan did not resist, stopped practicing, wiped his sweat, and walked quickly to the table, standing respectfully to listen to her instructions.

Linda brushed her sleeve, brewed a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it, the fragrance of tea filling her mouth.