At the door of the villa, as a carriage came from afar, a well-dressed couple with outstanding temperament stepped out of the carriage.

The servants behind them lifted a wheelchair from the carriage and helped a little boy about ten years old into the wheelchair and sat down.

Mr. Scudder, who was originally greeting at the gate of the villa, suddenly froze when he saw the visitor, but quickly adjusted again, squeezed out a smile and greeted:

"Mr. Unsetin, Mrs. Unsetin, and Will, welcome to you."

Mr. Angsetin, who was dressed in a handmade formal suit and a top hat, looked at Scudder a few times, then laughed and said, "I didn't expect Scud to come here to be a butler...... As an old friend, why didn't you say a word to me? I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for the invitation from Congressman Makht. ”

What old friends? When I was down, I didn't see you so enthusiastic......

Mr. Scudder made a reproach, but did not show it, and after checking the invitation that Mr. Angsetin had handed him, he dutifully welcomed the family of three into the villa.

At this time, there were already many guests in the villa, and Mr. Ansette, as if he had seen an acquaintance, immediately stepped forward to talk. Mrs. Unsetin also stepped into the living room provided for the ladies.

As for Will, who was in a wheelchair, it seemed as if he had been forgotten by them.

Mr. Scudder knew that the couple was not very fond of this child, but he did not expect them to ignore him so much, so he frowned and stepped forward himself, and asked, "Do you want to go somewhere?" Do you want me to push you to the restaurant? ”

"Just put me in a quiet room." Will seemed accustomed to being forgotten, and gave Mr. Scudder a smile as he played with the tarot cards in his hand.

The smile made Mr. Scudder dazed for a moment, and he only felt like his dead son.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at Will more kindly, and pushed his wheelchair to a small room on the left side of the first floor of the villa, and placed the child with inconvenient legs on the sofa in the corner.

As he lifted his body, Mr. Scudder noticed that the child's left calf seemed to be thicker than his right, which was why he had difficulty moving.

Sure enough, it's still a strange disease...... We shouldn't have opened that door and looked at that mural in the first place...... Otherwise, we would not have suffered like this for our children.

Mr. Scudder sighed, looked at the child who was skillfully fiddling with the tarot cards, and admonished:

"Will, this room is actually my lounge, you can play here by yourself for a while, and if you have anything, call the servant to call me...... Well, I'll pick you up personally when the dinner starts. ”

The kid named Will put down the cards in his hand, nodded obediently, raised his head and smiled, "Go get busy, Mr. Scudder, I'll take care of myself." ”

Optimistic and strong children...... It's a pity that Mr. Onsetin doesn't seem to like him very much......

Mr. Scudder couldn't help but recall the first time he met the child:

It was not long after he came to Beckland, and he had spent about the same amount of money, and in desperation, he had to visit the home of Mr. Unsetin, a former superior, and beg him to give him a job to live on.

However, although Mr. Ansetin received him, he was perfunctory the whole time...... Finally, just as he was about to say goodbye, only the child took out a deck of tarot cards and smiled and asked himself to draw one.

And I didn't care too much because I was frustrated and dazed, and I just drew a positive "justice" card in my hand.

Then the child said to himself, "Sir, you will have a noble man to help you."

Soon after, he met Mr. Cullen and Miss Judy, and joined the "Mother Earth" Church.

Sure enough, I got the help of nobles.

Mr. Scudder was very moved by this, and of course he did not feel that he had lost his fortune just because of the child's casual words, but this coincidence also made him extremely impressed, so he smiled again and asked Will before leaving the room:

"Can I draw another tarot card?"

The kid named Will shook his head and said solemnly, "Don't be greedy, otherwise there will be bad luck." ”

Mr. Scudder was stunned for a moment, then dumbfounded, and did not care, but when the child was engaged in playing and had his own principles, he shook his head, and the two of them opened the lounge and went to work.

After Mr. Scudder left, Will picked up the tarot cards again and kept cutting and shuffling them, enjoying it. Soon, however, his hand suddenly stopped during a card cut.

Will looked up at the garden and an apartment beyond, and sighed, "What a misfortune...... That stupid snake must have taken too much of my luck......"

After speaking, he took care of himself and drew a positive "sun" from the group cards in his hand!

……

27 Kingster Street, Joe Wood.

The house next door to the Garden Villa where a banquet is being held, in a vacant bedroom on the second floor.

A sudden wave erupted from the pitch-black void, revealing an invisible door filled with various complex symbols.

Soon, a palm reached out from inside the door.

It was an extremely pale palm without a trace of blood, and it didn't seem to belong to a living person at all!

Just by looking at it, you can feel the incomparable malice!

But at this moment, the palm that was about to push the invisible door open suddenly paused, and at the same time, an almost inaudible voice of surprise came from inside the door: "The breath of '1-025' has appeared?" ”

As the sound faded, the pale palm retracted into the door again, and the entire invisible door disappeared completely.

……

At 28 Kingst Street, in a corner of the villa's smoking room, Abner took a piece of yellow hair from his pocket, shook it in front of Darkwell's eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Do you know what this is?"

Darkwell made a careful distinction, then his eyelids jumped, and he looked around a little weakly, and then asked in a low voice, "That little girl with brown hair is here too?" Where is she? ”

"Guess?" Abner smiled brightly. For Darkwell, Judy can be called a top-level deterrent.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Darkwell took a deep breath and asked in a humble manner.

"Just take care of your mouth and don't mess up the party." Abner politely tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Just for this, you actually scare me with such a terrible thing?" Duckwell, the fat pharmacist, asked incredulously.

"It seems that you are very self-aware!" Abner said, glancing at him.