Chapter 300 Mysto Kerrigan
Just like her, he was a true patriot.
“Do you like that painting?”
Myst’s voice drifted over, gentle and warm.
Tilda turned and saw Myst walking over.
He was wrapped in a thick blanket and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
“I’m not a fan of winter, especially here in Motrar. It’s way too cold, and I get chilly easily,” Myst explained.
Tilda smiled softly. “I can tell.”
They sat down together.
Buck brought Tilda a cup of coffee, along with some pastries.
Buck used to be a top coffee maker at a big company before he retired. I convinced him to work for me here,” Myst said.
“Buck’s coffee is the best in the world–nobody comes close. Try it.”
He bowed his head, humbled by the praise. “You’re too kind.”
Tilda lifted the cup and breathed in the aroma–rich and invigorating.
She took a sip, and the bitterness melted away on her tongue, creating a magical taste.
It was even better than the famous corner café in Slosa.
Buck was definitely a master.
“It’s delicious, thank you.”
Setting the cup down, Tilda looked at Myst, ready to get straight to the point.
“Myst, if you don’t mind me asking–what’s your real name?”
She watched him closely, searching his face for any sign of hesitation.
“You’re right, I haven’t properly introduced myself. If we’re going to be friends, you deserve to know my name too, Ms. Tilda.”
“Myst is actually a nickname, taken from my real name. My full name is Kerrigan.
“Mystro Kerrigan.”
Kerrigan?!
Tilda’s breath was caught.
Could this strange feeling really be…?
“Mr. Kerrigan, did you ever have an incredible mentor?”
Mystro looked to be in his twenties, older than Tilda.
If he truly was her senior, she couldn’t guess how old their mentor was when he took Mystro as a student.
She could only ask directly.
Mystro raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I did. He even gave me my name.”
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Mentor’s… family?
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