Chapter 251 The Jazz's News

"Thank you for your tolerance. Before I say goodbye, can I ask you one more question?"

Rebecca stared at Adams closely, her expression seemed to be worrying about gains and losses.

"Of course, Miss Custis, I know everything about you." Adams replied with a smile.

"You know my father?"

"Sir Custis is the man I respect most."

Adams closed his smile, showing a rare solemn expression.

"Are you willing to let Joan and me go because of my father's sake?"

"Well...it's okay to say that."

Adams stroked his chin, vaguely speaking, as if avoiding a sensitive topic.

"Mr. Adams, are you familiar with my father? When and where did you last see my father?"

Rebecca's face was full of eagerness, and her trembling voice showed that she was too excited to hold herself, so that the "sedative bracelet" activated by itself, releasing a magical halo of soothing emotions at the right time, preventing her long hair from mutating due to excessive excitement.

Joseph Adams noticed the ripple effect of Rebecca's mood swings. He stared at her magic bracelet for a few seconds, then moved his gaze to her head, staring at the root of the girl's hair until the bright silver color on the root of the hair slowly faded and turned into black and bright hair color again. From dignified to soft.

"Miss Custis, due to organizational discipline, I cannot answer your question directly."

"What do you mean?" Rebecca became agitated again due to disappointment, and asked angrily, "What does the discipline of the 'Sons of Liberty' have to do with my father's whereabouts?"

"Sorry, this question is also prohibited."

Joseph Adams smiled apologetically, and said calmly:

"Miss Custis, I can only give you a small reminder within the scope of my authority - if you want to know what happened to Sir Custis in the past ten years after he left home, come to Midgard .When you arrive in Midgard City, it will not be too late for us to discuss this topic in detail."

"Midgard City..."

Rebecca murmured dazedly, as if imagining the magic of that strange land thousands of miles away.

Joan frowned slightly listening.

In today's era where transportation is far from being convenient, most people never leave their place of residence throughout their lives.

The distance between Delin Town and Layton Port is only a hundred miles, and the gap in lifestyle and customs is so great that Joan has not been able to fully adapt until now. However, the geographical distance between Leiden Port and Midgard City is ten times greater than the previous one. Different worlds so far away.

Rebecca, who has never been out of Leiden City since she was a child, can really muster up the courage to embark on a journey to Midgard? Even if she had the courage, how could Miss Martha rest assured that her sister would travel alone.

Just when Joan was worried about Rebecca's future, Adams walked towards him with a smile, holding a letter in his hand.

"Mr. Joan, 'Ms. Wolf' and I will leave Snow Manor tonight. If there is no accident, we will not cause trouble to the people here in the future. Please pass this letter on to Andrew S. Mr. Nuo, as for other matters, I will not trouble you and Miss Custis."

Joan took the letter from Adams, held it in his hand and hesitated to speak.

Adams seemed to see what he was worried about, and said with a smile: "I guarantee with my personality that the 'Son of Liberty' will never trouble you again, but after all, no one would think that they have too many friends, right? If You don't mind being my friend, please accept this little souvenir."

Adams spread out his hands, and held two bone-carved badges in his palms. The badges were engraved with the emblem of the Sons of Liberty Association: a golden-scaled serpent cut into eight sections from head to tail.

Joan hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the badges and handed one of them to Rebecca.

"I respect your position that you don't want to join the 'Sons of Liberty Association', but as long as you show this badge, you can seek assistance from members of the 'Sons of Liberty' and local branches, such as buying magic items, selling shady antiques, or Inquire about someone's whereabouts."

Adams smiled at the explicit hint.

Rebecca didn't want to accept the badge at first, so as not to get entangled with the "Sons of Liberty", but after hearing Joseph Adams' last words with deep meaning, she had to change her mind and put the small bone carving badge tightly. hold in hand.

"It's getting late, and it's time to say goodbye."

Adams put the crystal ball, candlestick and chessboard on the table into the storage bag, held the hand of "Ms. Wolf", and then a beam of transmission light rose from under his feet.

"Goodbye, young friend, see you soon."

Adams smiled and waved at Joan and Rebecca, the beam of teleportation light engulfed him and "Ms. Wolf" soared into the sky, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

After watching the two leave, Joan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he held Rebecca's hand and said, "It's time for us to go back."

Rebecca nodded, and walked towards the exit of the wine cellar side by side with him. He lowered his head along the way, silently thinking about his thoughts.

It wasn't until the two of them walked out of the wine cellar and returned to the garden where the moon was gentle and silent that Rebecca put aside her worries and looked up at Joan, her eyes full of apology.

"You've worked hard today, but it's a pity that in the end it was a waste of time. It's all my fault..."

"It doesn't matter if you can't make any money. If you can leave Snow Manor alive tonight, it's worth our thanks to the gods for their protection." Qiao An sighed with lingering fear.

Before leaving Snow Manor, Joan and Rebecca had a disagreement on how to deal with the letter forwarded by Joseph Adamstowe.

Joann didn't want to continue to get involved in the turmoil involving political struggles, and proposed to hand over the letter to the Snow family steward, entrusting him to deliver it to Andrew Snow; but Rebecca insisted on handing over the letter to the Commissioner of Customs .

She insisted on doing so, firstly, because she was worried that the letter might be lost if the housekeeper changed hands, which violated Adams' instructions, secondly, she wanted to know the content of the letter, and by the way, observe how Andrew Snow would react after reading the letter .

Qiao An admired her attitude of strictly fulfilling her promise, but she couldn't understand why she still got involved in the game between the director of customs and the smuggling group.

He couldn't see how interesting this matter was for Rebecca, an outsider.

Rebecca didn't explain this. Joan can only think that she is obsessed with her father's whereabouts, trying to dig out more information about Sir Custis through the clue of "Son of Liberty".

Joan had no intention of arguing with Rebecca. Since she didn't mind the trouble and insisted on returning to the city to deliver the letter in person, all she could do was to accompany her to the end.

Thanks to the book friends for the reward this week: experienced Mr. Liu, 1200 starting coins;