Class D
Ronan looked up and saw a middle-aged lady in a dress and a maid holding an umbrella standing at the pier waiting.
Could it be that this maid was the one who attacked
etc!
Ronan seemed to realize something and opened the strategy manual.
Name: Beatrice Crichton Bruce
Difficulty: d (you can gain 30 experience points after successfully completing the strategy)
Favorability: 85
The appearance in the strategy box is far from that of the maid, but somewhat similar to that of a noble lady.
No way, he looks like he is in his forties.
Ronan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and stared at the three words Bruce.
It can be inferred from this surname.
The lady in front of me is from the Bruce family.
This kind of strategy is a bit dangerous.
The cruise ship anchored and the sailors laid the planks for disembarkation.
Ronan and the other three got off the cruise ship and walked in the direction of Beatrice.
Arriving in front of the lady, the old housekeeper saluted politely: "Madam, the young master will bring you here."
Husband... madam? !
Ronan's eyes widened, as if struck by lightning.
Damn it!
Are you playing with me, system
If the strategy goes too far, you will be targeted by mysterious forces!
"Ronan?" Seeing his strange expression, Beatrice asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"No... it's nothing." Ronan looked embarrassed and hesitated: "I was thinking about something."
"Oh." Beatrice glanced at him without any trace, turned around and walked towards the island: "Then let's go."
Ronan followed the two of them, feeling uncomfortable all over.
From the pier to the island, there is a stone road paved along the way, which is not difficult to walk.
When we reached the mountainside, a large loft building complex came into view.
Because of the uneven terrain, the attic foundations also vary.
In order to unify the height, a space of about half a meter to one meter was raised below the attic, and beams were used to stabilize the foundation.
This free space can also be used to prevent moisture and waterproofing.
Arriving at the courtyard, Beatrice stopped.
She turned around and told Ronan with a straight face: "I'll say hello to your dad later and leave. If he gets angry, don't talk back and be patient."
Ronan nodded in agreement. It seemed that the relationship between the main body and his father was not very good.
After entering the courtyard, I climbed the steps to the attic.
Most of the buildings are made of wooden structures, with beams and columns, so they should be made from local materials.
In addition, there are still a few traces of cement, which should have been transported from outside the island.
The attics are connected by corridors.
Ronan saw many chains like iron ropes at the junction of the corridors.
He estimated that the items were fireproof.
It is difficult to put out fires halfway up the mountain, as water sources are far away.
In the event of a fire, disconnect the chains from the attic passage and lower them into the hallway to prevent the fire from spreading.
At this point, doing pretty well.
The five people headed west and came to a spacious wooden house.
There was an old man in a robe with his back to the door, grinding coffee beans on a machine.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and his eyes met Ronan's.
"You know how to come back, huh."
The father of this entity seems to be in his forties.
An iron-gray beard circled around his chin, with not much hair.
"Okay, okay, now that he's back, you guys should say less."
Beatrice acted as peacemaker, standing between the two.
It was inevitable that Jiu Liu would have a dispute, so after saying hello, she took Ronan and left.
"It's been a tiring journey, so go and rest first. Someone will call you later when you have dinner."
"Okay." Ronan nodded and responded without adding a title.
These are not his parents, so it feels a little awkward to call them out directly.
"Take him to his room to rest. We'll spend the night here tonight and go to the main island tomorrow."
"Yes, madam." The maid holding an umbrella in her hand made a gesture: "Master, please come this way."
Ronan glanced back at Beatrice, and met her eyes. The latter hurriedly turned her head away, avoiding eye contact.
No way…
Seeing this strange thing, Ronan's heart skipped a beat.
Noumenon, noumenon!
You must not have any special relationship with your mother, or I will beat you up.
As Ronan followed the maid, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Immediately, I figured out why the rich second generation ran away from home.
Squeak.
The wooden door opened. This was the room assigned to Ronan.
The maid put the umbrella at her feet and said respectfully: "Master, we are here."
Along the way, Ronan kept looking for opportunities to be alone with the maid, hoping to get more information about the family.
Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a lot of servants in this attic, and there had been no chance.
Ronan stared at the maid, rolled his eyes, and asked, "If I want to take a bath, where should I go?"
The maid waved to a little maid who was cleaning the floor, and said, "If the young master wants to take a bath, take him to the hot spring. Let others take care of the hygiene here."
"Yes, head maid." The little maid put down the rag in her hand and wiped it on the white folds.
When she looked up and saw Ronan's handsome face, she was stunned.
"What are you doing standing still?" The head maid said a little displeased: "Remember to bring the young master's change of clothes."
"Yes..." The little maid came back to her senses, lowered her head, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she did not dare to look directly at Ronan.
"Master, please come this way."
The two of them headed west and arrived half a kilometer away.
There is an artificial hot spring here with four large pools for bathing.
Seeing the heat rising from the water, the image of jade soup flashed in Ronan's mind.
The hot spring is far away from the attic buildings and there are not many people there, so it is a good time to start.
The shy little maid in front of Ronan said, "Look up."
"ah?"
"look into my eyes."
A flash of pink flashed from her eyes.
Charm succeeded.
"How long have you been working here?"
"I've been here since I was born, eighteen years."
The little maid stared at Ronan's handsome face, and with the effect of charm, her face became more rosy, like a ripe apple.
I'm an adult, cough.
"Do you know why I ran away from home?"
"I heard them mention it." As she spoke, the little maid took the initiative to come over.
Ronan used Double Dragon to go out to sea and asked, "Tell me about it."
The little maid couldn't move forward, smacked her lips, and replied: "Mrs. Taylor died of illness when the young master was fourteen years old. Not a few days after the burial, Lord Jerry married Mrs. Beatrice. I heard that you were He was very angry and ran away from home not long after.”
Ronan nodded, stroking his chin and thinking carefully.
The mother of the original body is Mrs. Taylor.
Shortly after her death, the cheap father married Beatrice in a hurry.
So, it is possible that the two of them had an affair a long time ago
Since Beatrice is not my biological mother, then she is my mother
Hiss~
Ronan frowned, as if he thought of something strange.