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After listening to Johnny's missionary-style preaching, Glenn always acted as if he deeply agreed with the situation. He also did not mention the murder of his original parents, which made Johnny feel that his first step of brainwashing had achieved initial success.

"It's such a pleasure chatting with Mr. Glenn. It's almost time. This is my home address. I hope we can communicate by letter in the future!"

Johnny knew how to seize the opportunity. He knew that today's results were already very good and he couldn't be greedy anymore. Even though he was still not satisfied, he still said goodbye.

Glenn heaved a sigh of relief. This guy's nagging made him very impatient and interrupted his bragging with his two friends. Now he finally left.

He smiled with impeccable politeness and said, "Yes, it's a pleasure to listen to you chat."

Johnny left, saying a word to the third princess's personal maid and left.

Glenn had the idea of ​​following with his senses, but gave up the idea.

Such a small fish must be impeccably camouflaged in every aspect. It may even stare at the other party for a day, a month, or a year without showing any abnormality, as if it were just an ordinary person.

I wonder if I will gain more when I meet the old marshal...Glenn is looking forward to it.

The important matters of the party have been almost announced, and the club members are free to leave.

Glenn said goodbye to his two friends and left the club.

There were already employees outside with a vehicle ready for him.

This is his industrial power in the royal capital. Naturally, the person in charge knew about his arrival as a big boss and made sure to follow his orders at all times.

Sitting in the luxury magic car with the Black Wolf logo, the driver started the car and knew where to go without saying anything.

Glenn had already sent a visiting letter to the old marshal's residence. If the other party still recognized him as his grandson, he would not hinder it.

On the other side, the old marshal had already prepared for the welcoming ceremony and he was pacing back and forth at home.

He wasn't ready to explain to Glenn how this happened so suddenly. The old marshal was extremely nervous and panicked.

What will his attitude be when he comes? If he gets angry with me directly, how should I respond? Damn it! Why didn't I die on the battlefield a hundred years ago! ... He was in a state of confusion.

In stark contrast to his mood, the Holy Spirit Patriarch had been waiting eagerly in her house. That grandson with level eight strength was her treasure!

As long as Glenn can become a member of the Holy Spirit Family, she will do whatever she wants.

Of course, she didn't think that Glenn would be difficult to deal with. Although he possessed strength that was not appropriate for his age, his mind was still young. In the eyes of her, a ruler who had lived for a hundred years, he could be easily controlled.

"My dear grandson, I will make you respect and love me immensely, and sacrifice your life for our great family..."

She looked at the city scene outside the window and smiled confidently.

Glenn's car drove into the luxurious mansion. The surrounding soldiers and knights already knew that the visitor was a distinguished guest, and they all saluted.

Glenn couldn't help but frown when he saw this in the car. It was more grand than he had imagined.

This shows that the old marshal welcomes him very much, but there was no response to his last invitation.

Could it be that it was not delivered? ... He couldn't help but guess.

The car stopped at a small stone shed of unknown purpose. Glenn got out and asked the driver to wait there.

Turning around, he saw a tall knight walking towards him. Glenn remembered that he was one of the people who came with the old marshal when he encountered the half-succubus last time.

I remember his name was Gro.

"Hey, Glenn, remember me? Gro, we've met before."

Gro said enthusiastically.

"Of course I remember." Glenn also smiled and hugged the other person gently.

"Is this your first time visiting your grandfather's house? The old marshal asked me to entertain you first. He needs to prepare and will come to see you later. I hope you won't be sad."

"No, I'm not an ignorant child."

The two chatted as they walked.

To outsiders, Glenn seemed normal and had no complaints about this place.

The old marshal also confirmed this through his perception deep in the mansion, and he breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

He looked at the impatient Holy Spirit Patriarch and said, "Are you sure? If he loses his temper, we..."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch kept looking at Glenn through the layers of walls, as if he saw a huge piece of gold in a miser's eyes.

Hearing the old marshal's question, he immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will see Dylan's love for us in a while."

Feeling her confidence, the old marshal felt more at ease.

"Okay, now that you're relieved, go see my sweet grandson! I can't wait!"

The Holy Spirit Patriarch urged.

"Wait, let me adjust it."

The old marshal was like a candidate about to enter the examination room, his mind could not calm down at all.

There was a flash of disdain in the eyes of the Holy Spirit Patriarch, and he thought that even this man was a battle-hardened warrior.

As if he had made up his mind, the old marshal said, "Let's go out."

Immediately, the two of them walked towards the reserved venue with different expressions.

In the relatively quiet hall, Gro and Glenn were introducing a famous painting on the wall, and several beautiful maids were following them, holding drinks and food in their hands.

There was a sound of footsteps that was obviously heavier than those of ordinary people. Glenn seemed to have just heard it and naturally turned his head to look.

The old marshal's height always attracts attention first, and Glenn's eyes also react in the same way.

A slight surprise appeared on his face, but when he noticed the woman holding the old marshal's arm, his expression changed slightly.

This obvious change naturally did not escape the eyes and perception of the two level seven warriors.

The Holy Spirit Patriarch was fine, but the old marshal was startled.

"Glenn, long time no see, are you... okay?"

The old marshal took the initiative to speak, his voice trembling.

Glenn didn't answer, but frowned and pointed at the Holy Spirit Patriarch, "She is my grandma?"

"Yes, Dylan, I'm sorry I didn't meet you until now. I owe you brothers and sisters a lot. I hope I can use my insignificant compensation to earn your forgiveness."

Without waiting for the old marshal to speak, the Holy Spirit Patriarch took the initiative to speak.

Glenn sneered in his heart:

They actually used a stand-in, which really shows how "sincere" and cautious they are...

"You are the one who killed my parents?"

Glenn spoke without hesitation, words that silenced the scene.

The old marshal held his breath for a moment, his heart beating as if it was about to jump out of his chest, his mind quickly recalled the speeches he had prepared, but now he felt that each one was too pale and powerless.

Gro lowered his eyes and quietly stepped aside, not intending to interrupt.

"Things are not what you think, kid. I have never issued any orders to harm Jin De's child. He is my biological son and daughter-in-law. It was all a conspiracy of those demons..."

The Holy Spirit Patriarch burst into tears as he spoke, as if he was recalling some unpleasant memories.