The woman wore a long black velvet dress with a white jeweled bodice. At the hem of the long skirt, there are also some ivory botanical patterns scattered with them. On her head, her long black hair is pulled into an elegant, fluffy bun typical of a noblewoman, shrouded in a white hairnet encrusted with pearls.

"You're Mrs. Shabell?" Barrett asked with certainty, though the situation was obvious.

"What do you think, young man, Sabelle is not a celebrity, just an old woman with a dead husband, why would anyone pretend to be?" she poured a cup of black tea with her own hands, and her movements were elegant and calm. Then he put a small piece of sugar and a little clove in the tea, and pushed the cup of black tea in front of Barrett, "Who do you think I am? a disguised shapeshifter, or a voyeur who covets the secrets of your letters?"

"No, I'm just ......" The aura and words emanating from the woman in front of her made Barrett overwhelmed.

He never knew how to deal with women.

"Needless to say, I understand. Mrs. Sabelle interrupted Barrett's futile explanation, "But you must also know that older women will always have a somewhat eccentric personality, and I hope you don't mind. She laughed sarcastically, "Try this cup of tea, Manzhu black tea from Perero in the Highlands, with a rich aroma of lily of the valley and pine tea." Oh, are you allergic to cloves?"

You should have asked before you added, "No, ma'am, I'm not allergic to anything." Barrett replied obediently.

"Sturdy guys. Mrs. Sabelle looked her Barrett up and down, "If my husband had been half as good as you, he wouldn't have died so soon." He's allergic to a lot of things, I mean my husband. Allergic to peanuts, shellfish, most nuts, and even eggs, alas, what a poor guy. She sighed, no sadness in her eyes.

Barrett didn't know how to respond, so she could only take a sip of black tea at the suggestion of Mrs. Sabell's eyes, and nodded her head thoughtfully, "Hmm...... The tea is good and delicious. ”

In fact, Barrett drank nothing but a strange aroma and a sweet mixture of sugar and tea. He never drank tea, and his keen senses couldn't tell the difference between good and bad tea.

"You didn't even taste it, lad. Mrs. Sabelle shook her head and pointed out, "That's a tea tree more than two thousand meters above sea level...... , Forget it, my bad, I should have brought you a bottle of Qingting Island's 'Golden Wine', it's a bit weird to let a big guy like you drink tea. She turned sideways, as if she wanted to call a maid.

"No, madam, don't bother, I'm just here to deliver a letter. Barrett hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand, "Nothing else." ”

"You're welcome, it's not always a muscular man like you in my eccentric old woman's residence. "Even at the Herb Festival, very few children come to the door to ask for vanilla cookies. By the way, do you like vanilla biscuits? The snack on the table is filled with thyme and rosemary, you can try it. If you like, I can give you some when I leave. ”

"Thank you!" Barrett obediently took a cookie from the snack plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and shook the letter in his hand again, "This letter is for you." ”

Mrs. Sabelle looked at Barrett's letter, but did not take it. Her gaze focused from the outer skin of the envelope to the wax of the envelope, and her calm expression suddenly changed.

The pattern on the wax was a small, strangely shaped flower, which Barrett had carefully observed before, and that small flower was supposed to be a flower bud, a flower bud of a vanilla that had not yet bloomed.

"It turned out to be his letter, but I didn't expect him to dare to write to me at this age. "How is he?" asked the owner of the house, who asked the messenger of the letter with a hint of sadness and relief in her sarcastic tone.

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? Is the person who entrusted you with the letter a brown-haired person...... , maybe it's white now. Madame Sabelle was in a trance, and then continued, "Is the person who entrusted you an old man with a scar on the right side of his forehead?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sabelle, but my client is not an old man, but a young man in his twenties. Barrett told the truth, "he looked a little sad at the time. Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that some relatives in the family have died. And the young man, while packing up the belongings of his loved ones, found the letter in a box where valuables were kept. My client thinks that this letter should be an unfulfilled wish of his deceased relative, so he intends to help the deceased fulfill this wish. The recipient of the letter written on the envelope is you, and the old man you are talking about, I want to ......"

Barrett took the letter and said a long list of words in embarrassment.

After this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly fell silent. Barrett's hand holding the letter hung in mid-air, and Mrs. Shabell's eyes fell on the letter, but her thoughts drifted somewhere.

Well, could you please take the letter first?" Barrett moved uncomfortably.

With his small movements, the still image suddenly re-animates.

"I see, well, I knew that coward would never dare to do that. Lady Sabelle spoke suddenly, with a hint of pain in her words, "Coward, coward, coward, coward, who will not dare to do anything beyond the law until he dies." Her voice gradually increased, and the frightened brute was at a loss.

Barrett saw the absent woman in front of him, and a tear slipped from the corner of her lightly wrinkled eye. He quickly took another sip of tea, drifted his eyes in other directions, and pretended to look at the scenery everywhere.

Mrs. Sabelle wiped the corners of her eyes slightly, as if to reminisce, and as if to confide, "When my parents betrothed me to others, I thought he would hold my hand and say everything, but he chose to be silent, and at my wedding, I thought he would object and protest for me, and elope with me, but he remained silent. Even after the wedding, he actually chose to move out of Vanilla City, went to Garano, and finally married a woman he didn't love......"

With Mrs. Shabell's words, a red-haired girl suddenly appeared in Barret's mind.

"Why? Is it so important to be so observant? Is it so terrible to gossip from others? I want to see what is in your letter?" Mrs. Sabelle snatched the letter from Barrett's hand, and opened it and read it.

She held the letter with one hand tremblingly, and covered her mouth with the other, and tears couldn't stop flowing. When the maids outside the hall saw this, they swarmed in and gathered around Mrs. Sabell.

Some of them were carrying mops, some were carrying dusters, some were holding spoons, and even a little maid in her teens, who was nervously clutching a baguette and slamming the hard bread directly in Barrett's face.

The women, of all ages, made serious accusations against the barbarian adventurer, as if he were the murderer who had made their lady cry. Barrett was embarrassed by the situation, but he struggled to explain it.

Fortunately, the maids were eventually kicked out of the drawing room by Mrs. Shabell, leaving only her and Barrett in the hall.

In the quiet room, the barbarian adventurer sat in his chair, like a statue, and outside the hall, many maids with "weapons" whispered to each other, as if ready to come in and correct the barbarian who had wept for their wife.

Mrs. Sabelle, on the other hand, looked at the letter without blinking. After a long time, Barrett heard her soft, affectionate murmur a word, "Brother......"

Huh? Wait, what did you just say?

......

When Barrett left Mrs. Shabell's house groggily, he had one less letter in his spatial ring and one more bag of fragrant vanilla biscuits, and on the [Mission Log], there was one less quest and 30 more soul energy.

I have 110 soul energy points, and I can finally fill up the purple stripe that represents the skill. What kind of things does the [Mission Log] give when it's filled?" Barrett thought expectantly.

......