Mary knew the reason for his confusion. This sort of spice was imported from the east during the middle ages, it did not become common until after the Elizabethan time.
She was unfamiliar with this time; therefore she was shocked to find this plant in the meadow. It was not hard to deduce this from his reaction. A lot of modern things had not yet appeared or invented in this time.
Norman nodded and memorized this plant called cumin. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by the food Mary handed to him.
When he took the leg she gave him, Mary was already digging into her own food, her hunger being satisfied quickly.
“Who are you?” Norman’s eyes fell on Mary, his expression neutral but intimidating.
Mary almost choked on her rabbit when she heard this. She took a breath and looked at him calmly, taking a bite of meat she said, “Mary Debeur.”
“You are not her.” Norman said unhurriedly. His piercing eyes seem to be taunting as if he had look through her schemes.
How would a lady of high status slaughter someone without even blinking her eyes?
It was not just any stranger; however, this was someone he had met before.
Even if he hadn’t met her, she was famous in her own right.
“I am.” Mary said calmly, her expression turning cold. If she admitted her true identity, her life would not be peaceful afterwards.
“Teach me how to cook this kind of food.” Norman knew she would never tell him the truth, so he turned his interest to cumin instead.
The rabbit he just ate was definitely better than the ones he cooked on his own before. It had a spicing and addicting taste.
Mary lowered her lashes and didn’t answer him. She pondered over her change since she reincarnated to here. Lifting her head and looking into his deep eyes, her heart quivered but her lips lifted into a cocky smile.
“You want to learn?” Mary feigned ignorance, deliberately tormenting his patience. She had a thoughtful look in her eyes, “Why do I have to teach you?” she said nonchalantly.
Norman said nothing but looked at her calmly, his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes tender.
Cocky and tender, these two traits were entirely different, but seemed to be so harmonious on him.
A naturally gifted self-assurance, and a self-righteous coolness.
These two look clashed into one another and emitted silent sparks, stifling the air with tension.
There was nothing but the quiet sounds of cicadas.
Mary was the one who caved. She frowned slightly, “It’s not that I can’t teach you.”
She stopped for a moment and started to speak again, “I just don’t have the tool to teach you.”
She was not wrong. The things that were made without modern tools were really rough, almost as the same as the ancient ones.
“What tools?” Norman’s voice was even but with a slight confused tone in it.
His gaze fell on Mary, seeing that she wasn’t joking he was instantly interested, what was this little chit hiding?
Mary lifted her brows and her expression gave nothing away. “These tools are rather essential, like a lighter, and a Swiss Army knife.”
Without these things they would have a hard time in the woods.
“Swiss Army knife?” Norman asked, his eyes gleamed with thoughtfulness.
Mary nodded. But she suddenly recalled this was the Elizabethan times, so she retreated, “I only saw this tool once by chance, it was said to be extremely rare.”
The moonlight was like liquid, under the light of the fire, it was not its pearly sheen.
“Miss Debeur has such a broad horizon.” Norman looked at Mary meaningfully, and quickly averted his eyes, his mask hiding his thoughts and expressions.
Mary startled and narrowed her eyes coldly. Looking into the flames she said coolly, “Thanks.”
From the leave at the very start to that move he made just now, every action indicated his dishonorable intentions. But it was as if he was developing feeling for her.
But she knew clearly that he had no love in his eyes.
Maybe it’s intrigue. Mary hid her thoughts beneath her eyelashes.
With the same curiosity, she wanted to see his face, as well as his thoughts.
Feeling tired all of a sudden, Mary lay on the ground and said to Norman, “I am going to sleep for a while.”
She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, so she intended to face it in her best condition.
Seeing Norman’s eyes were still tinkering with alertness and not tired at all, Mary lifted her eyebrow slightly. Norman took off his outer robes and threw it over to her.
“Put it on, this is for your trouble today.” Norman’s voice was even. He was speaking as if this was a normal thing. His sight was thoughtful.