111 Durham Street, fifth floor.
Aunt Limu stood in front of a group of relatives, and her voice clearly narrated the suffering that had happened.
Seeing the hypocritical sadness on the faces of those relatives and the impatience in their eyes, she sighed slightly.
"What purpose do you come here for, I know."
The old woman said slowly.
The tone became unemotional.
Those relatives were taken aback for a moment, and a few people who were good at words were about to explain.
However, the old woman did not give these people a chance to speak.
She waved her hand and said:
"Hans Harbor has unimaginable wealth."
"Gerald is first in line."
"He's going to get all the control over that wealth."
"Jason is the second heir."
"He's going to get some of what I've got for him."
"And you?"
Speaking of this, the old woman paused deliberately.
When all the relatives were looking forward to it, he continued:
"Nothing at all!"
Nothing at all? !
These relatives were taken aback.
Then, someone couldn't help but say:
"unfair!"
"It's not fair!"
"yes!"
"Why can Jason have it, but we can't?"
When one person spoke, everyone agreed.
If they were not afraid of the majesty of the old woman, these people would definitely surround the old woman and ask for 'fairness'.
The old woman pulled a chair from her side without haste.
After she sat firmly on the chair, she spoke again.
"Because Jason helped Gerald."
"You don't!"
What the old woman said made all the relatives at a loss for words.
But they didn't give up.
"Jason is a powerful person, so he can naturally help Lord Gerald."
"But we are different!"
"We haven't encountered anything within our power, otherwise, we can do it!"
"and… "
"This is not what you promised."
"You once said that one of us would be chosen to assist Lord Gerald."
The eloquent relative spoke again.
Naturally, such words were once again agreed by a group of relatives.
The old woman's eyes fell on this eloquent relative.
"You are Thord."
"From Golsey."
"The son of Hans' distant cousin."
The old woman revealed the identity of the relative.
"Your eyes are as bright as a torch, and your memory is even more admirable to me."
Immediately, the relative bowed his head and saluted.
And the relatives around who had just agreed with each other, at this moment, when they looked at each other, hostility appeared in their eyes.
Such hostility is so sudden and sudden.
The thinking of these relatives is even more 'simple': if the other party is noticed by Aunt Limu, their chances will be reduced by one point.
You know, there was only one quota for the old lady's promise.
Damn it!
Careless!
Many people are very regretful.
The old woman looked around.
Looking at the hostility in the eyes of these relatives at the moment, and the remorse on their faces, it couldn't help but chuckle.
Amidst the laughter, the old woman continued to speak.
"Your apparent occupation is a noble's personal advisor."
"The actual occupation is the spy of the new nobles."
"Also carried out three successful assassinations."
After speaking, the old woman looked at the person in front of her.
The face of the relative named Thord changed, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
"You, you really know how to joke."
"How could I be a spy for the new nobles?"
"If I were, how could I have come to Hans Harbor."
Thord spoke with some stuttering.
"Yeah, you are a spy of the new nobles, so why did you come to Hans Harbor?"
The old woman spoke as if asking rhetorically, and looked at the relatives around her.
The hostile and remorseful relatives froze for a moment.
They're not too stupid.
One of them shouted directly:
"You lackey of the New Federation!"
"Bastard, you dare to betray the blood of the family!"
There was another burst of re-attachment.
Unlike before, when the target changed this time, all the relatives became more and more angry.
I don't know who it was, the first one stepped forward and punched Thord in the face.
boom!
Thord, who was punched on the bridge of the nose, fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.
It's not that Thord doesn't want to dodge, but his whole body has long been bound by an invisible force.
If he could dodge, he would have fought back long ago.
With his skill, he punches each of these wine bags and rice bags in front of him.
But he can't move.
Can only be slaughtered.
But he did not give up, and still shouted loudly:
"Aunt Lim, I'm not a spy!"
"I'm not... woo woo woo."
Before Thord finished speaking, his voice completely disappeared, because one of the relatives blocked his mouth.
Then, everyone around Thord was punched and kicked.
Everyone is doing their best.
Because, only in this way can the old lady fancy her.
But soon, everyone found out that it was useless at all.
because…
Everyone is the same.
Under the same premise, how could it be possible to be noticed.
no!
I have to find a way!
I want to make myself stand out!
Such thoughts popped up from the bottom of everyone's heart, and then, they quickly found a way to make themselves stand out.
A relative took a table knife in the corner and plunged it directly into Thord's body.
puff!
The blade cuts through flesh.
A piece of scarlet.
call! call! call!
Seeing the blood in front of them, everyone's eyes turned red, and they panted heavily, like hyenas snatching food.
then
puff!
Puff!
More knives were stuck in Thord's body.
At first Thord could still whimper.
But only a few seconds later, Thord was silent again.
Dense table knives tower over the corpse.
Make plump Tord look like a 'roast pig' on a huge platter ready to go in the oven.
only…
The sauce was too bright.
It's too dazzling.
The old woman seemed to be stabbed by such a color, she couldn't help closing her eyes.
And this further stimulated those relatives who wanted to be conspicuous.
They no longer looked at the dead Thord.
The dead do not threaten them.
But the living ones
Killing intent breeds.
They stare at each other.
They gripped the knives in their hands.
Then…
They rushed towards each other.
Kill you!
I am the only one!
next moment-
Roaring and wailing echoed throughout the hall at 111 Deren Street.
This sound lasted for ten minutes.
When the sound stopped, the old woman opened her eyes.
She regained her seriousness and indifference again.
Even in the face of corpses everywhere, nothing changed.
She walked in the scarlet liquid, as if walking in her own back garden.
Straight through the entire hall, she pushed open the door and stepped out.
However, just as she was about to close the door, a scarlet palm suddenly grabbed the door.
"Aunt Lim!"
"it's me!"
"I'm the only one!"
The other party's face was covered with blood, and it was impossible to see the other party's face clearly.
However, anyone can feel the joy and madness of the other.
The old woman turned to look at him.
There was no sound, and there was silence for about two seconds before pointing behind the other party.
The other party subconsciously turned around.
There was only horror left on the face of ecstasy.
Those who were killed by him all stood up.
One by one, they were walking towards him.
"do not come!"
The other party roared wildly and was about to flee the hall.
But at this time—
boom!
The hall door was closed.
"Open the door!"
"Aunt Lim, open the door!"
"Asshole, you... ah!"
Screams replaced curses.
Then, quickly fade away.
All that was left was the sound of chewing.
dinner
Already ready.
But, it's not to everyone's liking, is it
The old woman shook her head slightly and walked away.
But the moment she turned around, her body froze.