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Chapter 94: Abrasive…

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After reading the file and returning to his residence on the mountainside, Ronan lay in bed in a daze.

All clues about Beatrice have been basically lost.

After being charmed, one cannot tell lies.

According to the female doctor, Mrs. Taylor took the initiative to match up the two of them after she got cancer.

Later, they were sent back and fired because of rumors among the servants.

So what is Beatrice’s secret

What a headache.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't have any clue or breakthrough point.

"Haa~"

I glanced at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Ronan yawned and stood up to make sure the doors and windows were locked.

So as not to wake up with an extra pendant on your body.

Since there are no clues, let’s advance the timeline.

Anyway, I’m going to the main island tomorrow to see what I can discover.

The next day, a maid knocked on the door and helped her get dressed.

Ronan also experienced aristocratic life for the first time and did not resist.

After washing up, I came to the restaurant.

The breakfast was generous, with two fried eggs, two pieces of bread, a few fried bacon strips, a large sausage and a glass of milk.

Around ten o'clock, a maid came to invite me.

Ronan followed Jerry and Beatrice, plus the butler and several maids, to the main island.

The strange thing is that he didn't see Laura.

Isn't it a family sacrifice

Are minors not allowed to enter

Hiss~

Feeling the void's gaze, Ronan slammed on the brakes and slowed down.

Follow the stone road and walk north.

About twenty minutes later, the group arrived at the coast.

A wooden bridge was erected between the islands for people to pass.

From a distance, the vegetation on the main island is more lush, and many birds are soaring in the sky, singing joyfully.

There are far fewer stone roads on the main island than on the secondary island.

The road was formed by people trampling on it for a long time, and the bent weeds were trampled into the mud.

Arriving at the mountainside, passing through a dense forest, everyone arrived at their destination.

Ronan couldn't help but sigh in admiration when he saw it.

A huge black castle stands like a spire on the flat area of the mountainside.

A rough estimate is that it is larger than the area of the loft building complex.

As he got closer, he could see two well-dressed men standing at the entrance of the castle.

The man on the left is in his thirties and very elegant.

There is a person on the right who looks to be in his forties or fifties. He is leaning on a cane and seems to have difficulty with his legs and feet.

The two of them laughed as if they were talking about something happy.

Seeing Jerry arriving, the middle-aged man came forward and said, "You're here, second brother."

Jerry didn't pay much attention to him. Instead, he greeted the man with the cane: "Hello, big brother."

Ronan rolled his eyes and quickly understood the identities of the two people.

The middle-aged man is the current head of the family, Mark Bruce, Roosevelt's third son.

The man with the cane should be Roosevelt's eldest son, Tom Bruce.

Seeing that Jerry doesn't pay much attention to Mark, the relationship between the two may not be good.

Mark seemed to recognize the identity, smiling and nodding friendly in his direction.

Ronan nodded in response without further communication.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries and walked towards the castle.

This castle has been around for some time and looks very ancient.

The walls are somewhat weathered and peeling, and the exposed stones give people a damp feel.

In the dark corridor, there were rows of dim candlelight.

The eldest brother, Tom, had some inconvenience in his right leg, and everyone was not moving fast.

In the corridor, only the sound of constant footsteps echoed.

Go through the corridor and come to the lobby.

The high-hanging dome waved indistinguishable murals, and Ronan vaguely saw patterns that resembled human shapes.

Soon, his attention was attracted by the huge portrait on the wall of the hall.

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This long black hair, green eyes...

Why is it Ayuya's portrait

Ronan saved the next file first and tugged on the old butler's clothes.

The latter understood, took two steps back, and put his ear close.

Ronan lowered his voice and asked, "Who is in this painting?"

The old butler glanced at Mark and the others, covered his hands with his hands and whispered, "Young master, I don't know. This was posted by Roosevelt before his death. It is said that it was his former lover. When he posted it, he was strongly criticized by everyone." He objected, but Mr. Roosevelt insisted on his opinion and finally stood up."

Hearing this, Ronan's expression was very exciting.

The mistress of the previous head of the family

I'll throw you away Rem!

The system didn’t let you play like this!

"She looks... pretty." The corners of Ronan's mouth twitched, and his face looked a little unnatural: "Then where is she now?"

"She has been dead for many years." The old housekeeper shook his head and said with emotion: "I have heard adults mention it several times that she died before Mrs. Anna died of illness."

Hearing an unfamiliar name, Ronan frowned and asked shyly: "Who is Mrs. Anna?"

The old housekeeper looked at him rather strangely. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said: "Mrs. Anna is the biological mother of Tom and Jerry, and the grandmother of Master Ronan. You have been away from home for many years, and you have even forgotten this?"

"No... no." Ronan smiled awkwardly and excused himself: "The memory is a bit fuzzy."

Scratching his head, Ronan felt a little dizzy.

Ayuya is definitely not dead. If she were, there would be no strategy mission.

Counting the time, Tom and Jerry are over fifty years old.

If Ayuya was born before the two were born, she would have been Roosevelt's mistress.

So she must be at least seventy or eighty years old.

According to the relationship of seniority, she is my grandmother

Gosh!

System, are you going to cause trouble

Before Ronan traveled through time, he had read an urban novel.

It roughly tells the story of the demon tribe’s grandmother, who is a troublesome little goblin.

So the question is, is Ayuya also considered a demon clan

Looking at the snake-shaped tattoo on the back of his right hand, Ronan's face darkened.

Are the Old Gods also considered monsters

No way…

After communicating in the hall for a while, Mark took the lead and walked upstairs.

There is a Y-shaped corridor leading to the second floor, with stairs on both sides leading to both sides.

The huge portrait of Ayuya hung in the center of the staircase, occupying a large area of the wall.

Seeing the crowd walking upwards, Ronan withdrew his gaze and followed them.

When passing by Ayuya's portrait, he stopped.

Under the huge portrait, there is a keyhole.

An iron plate half the size of a shoe box hangs under the keyhole, and a text is recorded on it.

"I ran under the sunset and encountered the green mountains in my dream."

"The blooming flowers call the evil king on his way back."

"I have a password, hidden in the flower field at Ximen."

"There's also a key that was smashed into a potato with a sledgehammer."

"If you're not greedy, snap your fingers in front of the treasure."

"All of this is yours, it's all yours."

Ronan scratched his head, not understanding what it meant at all, and cast an inquiring look at the old housekeeper.

The old butler was helpless and explained: "This is a riddle left by Mr. Roosevelt. If you crack it, you can open the secret room. It is said that Mr. Mark successfully cracked it and found your will in the secret room."

"Oh." Ronan followed the crowd up the stairs, turned back secretly, and glanced at the direction of the portrait.

He had the master key, so he didn't have to rack his brains to guess some riddle.

Sneak out at night when no one is around, and you'll be done.

ps: "It Turns Out I Am the Second Generation Demon" by the book pusher and newspaper seller is also the book mentioned above, also known as the annoying grandma.