Otto didn't waste his time. He signaled a maid to get a wet towel to clean his hands. After that, he sat down directly and personally brewed a cup of warm Phoenix Tails tea.

Harvey picked it up and gave it a sip. He praised it, saying, "The taste and the temperature are superb. This is very good, indeed. I have a few antique cups from the mid-12th century made by the imperial potters at the time. I believe those cups are best suited for tasting the tea. I'll have my men make some arrangements after I'm back and send it to you."

When Otto heard about it, his eyes widened with interest. "Antique cups from the 12th century? Good, good! I definitely won't say no to something like that. Forget about having one-third of your talents; if my son has one-third of your skills in navigating social situations, I'll be content!"

When Otto said that, the more he looked at Clarion, the more upset he felt. It was as if he wanted to kick his son to the curb.

Harvey smiled quietly and didn't react t