Chapter 493 The Shadow of the Cult

Joan followed the old man Gordon's thinking and analyzed deeply, and soon thought of a possibility.

"Mr. Davis, Mr. Heinier, just now you all mentioned that there are many secret members of the conquest sect in the powerful class of Port Prince, and that Baldwin is probably the agent of General Hooker, so General Hooker himself... Could it be one of the high-level cadres of the conquest sect?"

Old man Gordon waved his hand vigilantly, signaling Joan to stop talking.

"Son, I can't answer this question. There are some things that we can doubt in our minds, but we can't say it publicly, understand?"

"Understood." Joan sighed. The trouble the Davis family got into was far more complicated and dangerous than it appeared on the surface.

The old man Gordon yawned and said to Joan and Clark: "Thank you for visiting me. I must be tired of listening to me complaining about these boring things. It's getting late. Go and rest."

"But Dad, the troubles at the ranch haven't been resolved yet, we have to find a way!" Clark frowned.

"Forget it, my children, after talking with you, I feel much calmer." The old man said with a resigned look on his face, "Now that I think about it, although Quincy James is a bit snobby , but there is a saying that he said is very reasonable. An old guy like me who is outdated by the times is destined to be no match for the popular Henry Baldwin. It will not be good for me or my family if I continue to fight. It is better to think about it. One point, take a step back, and sell the ranch to save yourself worry!"

"Isn't this your truth? Dad, don't lie to me!" Clark looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Of course it's the truth. When you reach my age, you will understand that people always obey their old age..."

Old Gordon got up and went to the hanger, took off his old military uniform and hung it on the hanger, and took down a pajamas from the hanger, his movements were slow and clumsy, showing his old age. Qiao An saw it in his eyes, and recalled the days when his grandfather was seriously ill, and couldn't help feeling sad.

"Okay then, Dad, good night." Clark shook his head in frustration, and led Joanne out of the old man's room.

Both of them felt a little depressed, they went down the stairs silently, and walked towards the guest room.

"This is wrong!" Clark stopped suddenly, stroking the top of his bald head and muttering to himself, "I always feel that something is wrong!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Hainier?" Joan looked up at the frost giant.

"Brother Joan, I know Father Gordon's temper very well. He was born as an officer. He has experienced countless bloody battles in his life. He has never been a deserter, and it is even more impossible to bow his head to the evil forces-this is better than killing him." It's even more unbearable with him! Do you think he'd be willing to bow the knee to someone like Henry Baldwin?"

"But..." Joan hesitated for a moment, "How about we go back and talk to the old man?"

"Walk!"

Clark left as soon as he said that, turned around and strode away and rushed back to the second floor.

Joan hurried to catch up.

...

"Daddy, are you up? I still have something to tell you!" Clark opened the door and rushed in.

Old man Gordon was cleaning his shotgun with his back to the door. The pajamas he had put on just now had been taken off and thrown on the sofa, and he was putting on the old military uniform again.

In addition to the shotgun on the table, there is also an armed belt stuffed with shotguns.

The sudden return of Clark and Joann startled the old man, and instinctively grabbed the shotgun and aimed at the door.

"It turned out to be the two of you, why are you back?"

Clark ignored his questioning, strode forward, and snatched the magic crystal shotgun from the old man's hand.

"Father, don't be confused!"

Old man Gordon stared at the anxious frost giant in astonishment. It took him a while to realize what he was worried about, and he couldn't help laughing.

"You stupid big man, what are you thinking! Do you think my old man can't bear the blow and plans to hide here and drink a bullet to commit suicide?"

"Ah? Isn't that the case? Don't be shy, I saw it all just now!" Clark put his hands on his waist and said angrily.

"Idiot, I haven't lived enough, let alone shoot myself in the head, dead like a stray dog!" Old man Gordon said angrily, "I was preparing my guns just now, and I planned to go to the ranch to inspect lock up."

"So it was a misunderstanding! Haha, haha..." Clark rubbed the back of his head and laughed dryly.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward...

The old man put on his armed belt and military satchel, and put the shotgun into the pouch behind his backhand. His movements were neat and neat, and his previous dejected expression was swept away, calmly like a hunter about to go out.

"Mr. Davis, if I'm not mistaken, you have no intention of selling the ranch at all, and would rather use your own strength to destroy the 'wither monster'?" Joan asked softly.

The old man's stern face twitched slightly, and he nodded silently.

"Hey! Let me just say, no wonder you pretended to be resigned to your fate just now. You wanted to fool me and brother Joan away, and go to the ranch to find the wither monster alone!" Clark slapped his thigh and jumped up. , yelling angrily, "Father, this is your fault, how can you treat us as outsiders!"

"Silly boy, you are still young, and there is still a bright future waiting for you. I don't want to involve you in taking risks, and I don't want to see you get involved in this turmoil and offend Henry Baldwin and even the big man behind him because of me, an old man. You can't bear the consequences!" Old Gordon replied sadly.

"I don't care so much! Whether you agree or not, anyway, I must go to the ranch, and I must deal with this matter to the end!"

Clark rarely showed the frost giant's impulsive and reckless nature, which made old Gordon stare with anger. Joan felt that Clark, who was occasionally impulsive and willful, was cuter than his usual polite and polite appearance, like a big child with a childlike innocence.

After a little thought, Joan made up his mind, made a simple spell-casting gesture, and chanted the spell at the same time.

"Rúma!"

A pale magic glow lit up in the room, and a translucent "mage's hand" was shaped by Joan. Clark and old man Gordon stopped arguing, and both eyes stared at the "Mage's Hand" in astonishment.

Joan remotely took off the old military cap hanging on the top of the coat rack with the "Hand of the Mage" and handed it to old Gordon.

"Mr. Davis, if you insist on going to the ranch, can you take me with you? As you can see, I can do a few superficial spells, which can help you to some extent when dealing with dead branch monsters."

Joan looked at old man Gordon calmly.

"Oh! Brother Joan, so you are an arcane spellcaster, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Clark asked excitedly.

"I'm just a little mage in the third year of Leiden Academy. There's nothing to show off."

Joan scratched his head a little embarrassedly.