Tristan picked up the dish and tasted it, a waiter bowed and walked in to pour tea for him. When the waited left, a tissue was left on the table.
No one noticed how the tissue was left behind.
Tristan picked up the tissue, poured the tea on it, dense handwriting appeared on the white towel. The handwriting was not written in a messy way, on the contrary, is was exceptionally neat. But it contained at least five different kinds of languages, which was not generally understood by ordinary people.
But this was not difficulty for Tristan, multi-language cognition and recognition coule be the most basic course he had took at Mr. Jordy.
Tristan just glanced at it, the complex text on it had been translated and remembered by Tristan, with a flick of his finger, the tissue turned into dust and fell into the trash can.