abnabooks Chapter 460 Milk Porridge
Chapter 460 Milk Porridge
Chapter 460 Milk Porridge
The port is always bustling.
Especially the ports of major cities.
Tongue Harbour is located at the westernmost part of the Blois peninsula, resembling the tip of a tongue protruding from the mouth.
This was the third time that Kathy had arrived at this port.
The first time, Henry sent him to a nearby estate.
The second time, he did so in order to follow in Henry's footsteps.
This is the third time he has been searching for Henry's legacy.
Henry was Cathy's father, although they only spent a short time together.
Looking back, those days on the Two Gold Coins were so pleasant and enjoyable.
Cathy was taught strictly from a young age, with all sorts of classes that left him feeling overwhelmed.
But actually, it's just that he's too stupid; he has to put in twice the effort to learn what others are doing.
On that ship, Cathy was just a thirteen-year-old boy, who could best enjoy a carefree life before he came of age.
The people on the ship were very kind to him, even though they were pirates.
People say that thieves are wicked and cruel.
But Kathy didn't sense any of this.
Perhaps he was given special treatment simply because he was Henry's son.
Even though it was a special case, what Casey experienced was the truth.
Currently, his plan to enter the pirate territory ahead is also based on his previous experience.
Despite Henry's death, Casey did not believe the pirates would harm her.
Those people were kind to Casey not because they were subservient to Henry's tyranny, but because they respected Henry.
Kathy could sense it.
Now Cathy has come to accept the fact that Henry was a pirate, and that she herself is also the son of a pirate.
But the bond of kinship still made him miss Henry terribly, even though Casey himself absolutely did not want to be the bad guy.
But he believed that half of the blood in his body would protect him in the ocean.
Of course, Harriet will also be protected.
Harriet was sitting next to her, eating a bowl of milk porridge in large gulps.
The porridge contained various nuts, but she raved about the raisins.
Harriet said those were raisins made from sun-dried golden grapes, which made them even sweeter and more refreshing.
She really likes golden grapes, and she always becomes very talkative whenever the topic comes up.
Of course, he would only do this in front of Cathy.
Harriet had told Cathy that her father was a grape grower.
As a result, he was killed by other rampaging grape growers.
Harriet loved her father just as much as Cathy loved Henry.
Therefore, Casey was able to understand Harriet's sadness.
But how can we comfort Harriet?
Should we comfort Harriet now?
do not know.
He had kissed Harriet countless times, but he still couldn't find the answer to how to get along better with girls.
Maybe I really am an idiot, Cathy couldn't help but think.
He also understood why he needed to protect Harriet.
In the end, it must be Harriet who is protecting him.
Harriet was older and taller than him.
Mr. Mosley had praised Harriet for being smart, but he had never praised Cathy in the same way.
Moreover, Harriet possesses immense power.
This power is so great that it can even make a knight kneel down before Casey.
Kathy had felt ashamed more than once that she was just using Harriet.
Now, Harriet is putting down her bowl.
Although she complained that the raisin making method was not quite authentic, she had a faint smile on her face.
She was happy, Cathy thought.
So Cathy rested her chin on her hand, smiled, and listened to Harriet's story.
And then, at the opportune moment, ask, "So what is the authentic technique?"
"Hmm? Do you want to know?" Harriet asked with a hint of surprise.
"I'm somewhat interested," Casey said. "I want to know if you really understand."
“Of course I understand,” Harriet snorted. “The process of making raisins isn’t that simple, especially with juicier and sweeter grapes like Golden. Pre-treatment of the raw fruit is very important.”
Just as Cathy had predicted, Harriet began to tell her story happily.
Kathy simply listened and nodded occasionally.
Recently, Harriet has become engrossed in medical studies, and Cathy can see her exhaustion.
This kind of relaxation must be very important to Harriet.
However, Cathy sometimes envies Harriet.
Look, she also has things she's good at and enjoys.
and I?
"I'm good at everything, but I don't have any special skills," Cathy thought, lowering her eyes.
"—Hey, Kathy," Harriet suddenly shouted.
"Ah!" Cathy suddenly looked up. "What's wrong, Harriet!"
"Are you listening?" Harriet frowned slightly.
"I am here--""
Cathy paused mid-sentence, then suddenly stopped, "Sorry, I spaced out."
"Cassie, you need to relax," Harriet said with concern.
"I don't need that, I need you," Casey said. "You've been working so hard lately."
“You’re clearly more mentally exhausted,” Harriet said. “You know, Cassie, you don’t need to please me, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t like what I like.”
"I don't dislike anything," Cathy said excitedly. "I'm interested in everything you like."
"But you're daydreaming," Harriet said.
Kathy was speechless.
“I’m not blaming you,” Harriet said. “I just don’t want you to have too much of a pretense in front of me. Cathy, sometimes I feel that even though we’re so close, there’s still a barrier between us.”
"Feel sorry--"
Kathy lowered his head, realizing he was still the same idiot who always messed things up.
"Don't apologize, Cathy. I said I wasn't blaming you. I also have my shortcomings. I just hope that we can get along better."
It's not that simple.
Cathy knew that she wouldn't suddenly become smart.
He stood up, paid the owner, and then left the tavern with Harriet.
Neither of them spoke a word the rest of the way.
Kathy inquired everywhere at the dock and finally found a ship that was going to the Sea of Despair.
This ship was intended to use the Clown Islands as a transit point, making it the preferred choice for Cathy to board.
Unfortunately, they won't be able to set off for another two days.
Kathy could only stay at the dock for two nights.
That evening, Harriet suddenly said to Cathy:
"Cassie, if I have to stay here, I want to go back and pay my respects to my father."
"You want to go back to the manor?" Cathy asked, somewhat surprised.
"Um--""
“But that’s dangerous!” Casey said. “We escaped.”
"I know, but I think I can protect myself now. Of course, you should stay at the hotel."
Cathy shook her head: "No, I want to go too."
"But you don't need to—"
"I can't watch you take this risk alone, and besides, I also have something to say to your father."
"With my father? What are you talking about?" Harriet looked confused.
"Apologize."
"Apologize?"
"Well, it's because I stole his daughter."
"Oh! Casey—" Harriet's bright eyes stared straight at Casey.
She reached out and gently cupped Cathy's cheek in her hands:
"Let's go together then."