The old woman interrupted Gerald's words as if she were a prophet of foresight.

She turned her head to look at her son.

Gerard, who had just made the 'Revival', the weird and the spy in the shadows, face his mother's gaze as if he had disappeared, and subconsciously dodged.

But the carriage is so big.

Where to hide?

Behind Jason?

Come on, he's not a petite Denis.

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

Elbow touched Jason slightly.

Gerald motioned for Jason to help.

This was said in advance, and Jason certainly wouldn't go back on it on the spot.

Although the aunt in front of her looks very strict, 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 it's an illusion, looking at the smiling old woman, Jason's ears echoed with the roar of a tiger.

"Jason, I'm your aunt."

"After Lily's death, I should be your only elder."

"Now that your cousin is getting married, I think your wedding date can be put on the agenda as well—what do you think, Denis?"

As she spoke, the old woman looked at Denise.

Woof?

Denise was stunned, her face uncertain.

And Jason?

After throwing a helpless look at Gerald, he retreated directly.

The rest of the journey continued to laugh and laugh on the side of the old woman and Denice.

Gerald hung his head.

Jason remained silent.

He tried to comfort Gerald, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Sometimes, it's better not to set yourself on fire.

It's not that it doesn't help.

But......

The opponent is too strong.

It cannot be solved by force yet.

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

From the point of view of the carriage, there is a door with direct access to 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 divided, forming an open space with a rocking chair and a small round table.

At this moment, a pot of tea and four teacups were already on the round table.

At the same time, three round wooden stools were placed next to the rocking chairs.

Stepping out of the carriage, Jason looked around.

You can hear the sound of the waves, the greenery, the gravel path.

It is about 111 Delun Street, about 1 km away.

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

"This was the janitor's house on the site of Hans Manor."

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

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

The old woman sat down in her rocking chair and explained to Jason.

Concierge?

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

After all, he had the impression that the janitors were mostly male, and that they were quite powerful.

"Don't you believe in my abilities?"

"Gerald's swordsmanship, horsemanship, and shooting enlightenment teachers are all me."

After the old woman motioned for everyone to sit down, she poured tea for everyone, which was like a flower tea like rose petals, with a faint sweet fragrance, and in the pouring of tea, the old woman continued: "Moreover, I cut my hair at that time, and I disguised myself as a man. ”

Woman dressed as a man?!

Denise's eyes lit up again.

It's seen a lot of it.

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

"Is that fun?"

Denise asked curiously.

"Fun?"

"It's not fun at all!"

"Not only was I worried that my identity would be exposed, but I also had to face danger all the time - at that time, Hanse Harbor was full of all kinds of monsters and cultists, and it was difficult to guarantee safety in the city."

"We, the janitors, are here to protect the lives of our employees."

"The mortality rate is extremely high."

"Three months later, I was left with a group of janitors, and six months later, another group of janitors was replaced, and I became the head of the janitors and began to be responsible for the security of the entire estate."

After taking a sip of tea, the old woman said straightforwardly, and Denise shrank her head.

It's all dead, and it's not at all as romantic as it was imagined.

Denise didn't give up, though.

It continued to ask.

"Isn't this Hans Manor, then?"

"Gerald's surname is Hans, and you met Gerald's father here, right?"

"Also, why does everyone call Gerald Lord Gerald instead of Lord Hans?"

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

"This is Hans Manor, it doesn't mean that I met Gerald's father here, we met in a restaurant in the city, there was a new barbecue restaurant there at that time, I went to eat barbecue when I was on vacation, Gerald's father also ran out secretly, he didn't bring a guard, he encountered a little trouble, I solved it easily, he invited me to eat barbecue, so, we met."

"As for why not Lord Hans?"

"Because ......"

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

"Go and rest."

"You don't have to get up early tomorrow, though."

The old woman said.

Gerald, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at his mother in surprise.

"With so much going on today, do you think you will be able to have a wedding 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.

There is a plan to delay a day.

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

"I'm tired too."

The old woman said.

Gerald, Jason, and Denise immediately stood up.

The old woman watched as they boarded the carriage and drifted away until they had turned into the side of the road, and then turned and walked towards the room.

The former gatekeeper's room retains most of its style.

Rough, simple, and user-oriented.

But some people will never come back.

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

After more than ten seconds, she sighed slightly.

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

"Start the next round of netting."

She said lightly.

"Yes, Master Hans."

In the air around him, Qi Qi's answer was heard.

Faintly, one after another, hidden figures knelt on one knee.

Then, everything dissipated.

All that remained was the low murmur of the old woman.

"Griffon Federation."

"Revival."

"Abandonment of the world."

"Abrasion."

"And ......"

"Bloodborne!"

"You've all gathered in Hanse Harbor, haven't you?"

"I've given you plenty of time."

"Don't let me down!"