1758 Fujiwara (5)

It was a sharp and understated knife. The handle of the knife was simply wrapped with a dark cloth.

Fujiwara was currently looking down at the knife in his hand. He was carefully wiping it as if he was protecting a treasure that he loved the most.

There was still freshly boiled water on the coffee table beside him. The rising steam made him look a little hazy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Then, the door was pulled open, and a thin and tall gray figure was quickly seen.

It was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He looked like a personal assistant.

"Master!"

The man quickly stopped in front of the coffee table and bowed respectfully to Fujiwara. Then, he knelt on the tatami beside him and skillfully took out tea leaves to make tea.

After a while, the study room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

"Master, Master Lan Xiu hasn't picked up the phone yet. I think..."