Chapter 39

The old woman interrupted Gerald's words like a prophet.

She turned her head and looked at her son.

Just one blow, Gerald, who had wiped out the 'Renaissance Society', the weird and the secret peeps, faced his mother's sight, just like after disappearing, he had to dodge subconsciously.

But the car is so big.

Where to hide?

Behind Jason?

Please, he's not petite Denise.

However, this did not prevent him from asking Jason for help.

Elbow touched Jason slightly.

Gerald gestured to Jason for help.

This was agreed in advance, and of course Jason would not regret it temporarily.

Although the aunt in front of her looked stern, she should still be reasonable.

Immediately, Jason was about to speak.

But before he could speak, the old woman looked at him with a smile.

I don't know if he was delusional or not, looking at the smiling old woman, the roar of a tiger echoed in Jason's ears.

"Jason, I'm your aunt."

"After Lily passed away, I should be your only elder."

"Since your cousin is getting married soon, I think your wedding date can be put on the agenda too - what do you think, Denise?"

Saying that, the old woman looked at Denise.

Wang?

Denise was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled look on her face.

And Jason?

After casting a helpless look at Gerald, he immediately retreated.

During the journey that followed, the old woman and Denise's side continued to laugh and laugh.

Gerald bowed his head.

Jason remained silent.

He wanted to comfort Gerald, but after thinking about it he said nothing.

Sometimes it's better not to get burned.

It's not that it doesn't help.

Rather...

The opponent is too strong.

It cannot be solved by force.

After about three or four minutes, the carriage stopped in front of a white two-story building.

From the perspective of the carriage, there is a door directly in and out on the front, there is no courtyard or the like, but at the position of the door, it is pushed inward by two meters, and a part of the living room is demarcated, forming an open space with a rocking chair and a Small round table.

At this moment, there is a pot of tea and four tea cups on the round table.

At the same time, three wooden round stools were placed beside the rocking chair.

After getting off the carriage, Jason looked around.

You can hear the sound of the waves, green plants, and gravel paths.

It is about 1 km away from No. 111 Deren Street.

It's just that although the buildings here have been renovated, they should be much earlier than 111 Dren Street according to the surrounding vegetation.

"This used to be the janitor's house on the former site of Hans Manor."

"This is where I first came to Hans Harbour."

"Well, as you might think, I'm the gatekeeper here."

The old woman sat in the rocking chair,

While explaining to Jason.

Watchmen?

Jason looked at the old woman, completely unable to imagine that the old woman once had this identity.

After all, in his impression, the gatekeepers were mostly male and possessed considerable force.

"You don't believe in my abilities?"

"Gerald's swordsmanship, riding, and shooting are all my teachers."

After the old woman motioned for everyone to sit down, she poured tea for everyone. It was a scented tea similar to rose petals, with a faint sweet fragrance, and while pouring the tea, the old woman continued: "Also, at that time, I cut hair, and women dressed as men."

Women dressed as men? !

Denise's eyes lit up again.

It has seen such bridges in many novels.

But in reality it was the first time I saw it.

"Is that fun?"

Denise asked curiously.

"Fun?"

"Not fun at all!"

"Not only was he worried about his identity being exposed, but he was also facing danger all the time. At that time, Hans Harbour was full of various monsters and cultists, and it was difficult to ensure safety in the urban area."

"We gatekeepers are here to protect the lives of our employers."

"The death rate is extremely high."

"A group of janitors who came at the same time as me, I was the only one left after three months. After six months, the janitors changed another batch, and I became the leader of the janitors and began to be responsible for the security of the entire manor. ."

After drinking a sip of tea, the old woman spoke flatly, and Denise shrank her head.

It's all dead, and it's not at all as romantic as it's supposed to be.

However, Denise did not give up.

It continued to question.

"Isn't this Hans Manor?"

"Gerald's last name is Hans. You met Gerald's father here, didn't you?"

"Also, why does everyone call Gerald Lord Gerald and not Lord Hans?"

The old woman took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"This is Hans Manor, so it doesn't mean that I met Gerrard's father here. We met at a restaurant in the city, where a new barbecue restaurant opened. I went to eat barbecue on my vacation, Gerrard. My father also ran out secretly, without a guard, he encountered a little trouble, I solved it easily, he invited me to eat barbecue, so we got to know each other."

"As for why not Lord Hans?"

"because……"

The old woman's voice stopped, but she didn't say any more. She raised her hand and touched the top of Denise's head.

"Go and rest."

"Although you don't have to get up early tomorrow."

said the old woman.

Gerald, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at his mother in surprise.

"With so much happening today, do you think the wedding can be held tomorrow?"

"It will take at least a week to process."

The old woman looked at her son helplessly.

"A week?"

Gerald breathed a sigh of relief.

Bro has a plan that can drag on for a day.

"Go and take Jason and Denise back to rest."

"I'm tired too."

said the old woman.

Gerald, Jason, Denise stood up immediately.

The old woman watched them board the carriage and gradually moved away until they turned to the side of the road, then turned and walked towards the room.

The former gatekeeper's room maintains much of the style of the year.

Rough, simple, and use-based.

But some people never come back.

The old woman raised her hand and stroked the thick columns, tables, and stairs in the room, her thoughts seemed to have flown to decades ago.

After ten seconds, she sighed slightly.

With this sigh, the old woman's breath once again changed to that unique aura of a superior.

"Start the next round of netting."

she said lightly.

"Yes, Lord Hans."

In the surrounding air, Qi Qi's answer came.

Vaguely, one after another hidden figures knelt down on one knee.

Then, everything dissipated.

Only the old woman's low murmur remained.

"Griffin Federation."

"Renaissance."

"Abandon the religion."

"Abrasive Society."

"and also……"

"Blood!"

"Have you all gathered at Hans's Harbour?"

"I've given you enough time."

"Don't let me down!"