What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

When the carriage was on the road full of water, only a vague shadow remained in the rain.

The security guard called the captain retracted his gaze and shivered violently.

He wrung out the clothes that were still dripping on the ground, and then quickly ran to the staff dormitory in the train station to change clothes.

This is because it is too cold!

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In the carriage, Xi Fulei looked at the raindrops falling on the window and said softly:

"I don't know if he is at home today. If he is not at home, we have to find another house to rent."

After hearing her daughter's words, Mrs. Kenfield said in astonishment:

"Are you still going to live in his house?"

Xi Fulei said as a matter of course: "It's raining so hard outside now, do you still want to find a temporary rental house?"

"And we have been riding the steam train for almost two days. . "

"Don't you feel tired? Don't you want to find a place to rest quickly?"

Mrs. Kenfield said hesitantly:

"But...wouldn't it be bad if we just live in someone else's house? Although you and he are related...but you are not married after all."

Hearing this, Xi Fulei Ya said coquettishly: "What are you thinking, mom? We are just going to stay temporarily to rest."

"After resting, we will definitely rent a house outside."

"As classmates, isn't it normal to stay temporarily for one night?"

Mrs. Kenfield blinked her eyes. Did her daughter really think so?

In the heavy rain outside the carriage, the carriage rolled over the water that was already a quarter of the wheel deep, and tried its best to rush to the destination.

Before Xi Fulei Ya and the others waited for long, the trembling voice of old Oliver came from the front of the carriage:

"Ladies, we have arrived at 179 Bran Street. Do you need me to knock on the door for you?"

"Thank you!" Xi Fulei Ya replied politely.

Old Oliver said in a trembling voice that it was no trouble, and jumped off the carriage, stepped on the accumulated water and came to the gate of Villa No. 179.

He climbed up the sandbags piled in front of the gate to block the water outside, and rang the bell in the dean's house.

But unfortunately, the sound of the bell was buried in the pouring rain, and only a little bit of sound reached the building behind the yard.

Fortunately, no one in this villa was an ordinary person. Although the sound was weak, someone still heard it.

Erza, who was sitting on the steps of the porch, was about to take an umbrella to the door to see, and then saw a maid holding an umbrella walk out from behind her.

Seeing her looking over, the maid smiled and nodded at her, and then walked into the heavy rain with an umbrella.

Erza still had some impression of this maid, who seemed to be called Florica.

As for why she had an impression of this person, it was because the maid looked at her strangely and shocked her on the day she just regained her sanity.

This look left a deep impression on Erza. She didn't understand why the other party looked at her in this way.

Did he know her?

With this doubt, she found an opportunity to ask the maid, but the answer she got was no.

The other party didn't know her, but if she didn't know her, why did her reaction change so much when she saw her?

Erza, who couldn't get an answer, had to keep this doubt in mind quietly, hoping to find something in the future.

At the gate of the villa, old Oliver, who was drenched in the rain, wiped the rain off his face and looked into the yard.

When he saw an umbrella approaching the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the piled sandbags, and walked towards his carriage.

He followed the previous operation outside the steam train station and placed the stools from the exit of his carriage under the pile of sandbags.

After doing all this, he knocked on the carriage and said in a trembling voice:

"Ladies, the maid from that courtyard is here!"

At this moment, Madam Florica had already walked to the gate with an umbrella.

She stood by the door, looking at the carriage parked in the water outside the door with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

With a creak, the door of the carriage was opened from the inside.

Sifreya stood at the door of the carriage and asked Madam Florica standing inside the door politely:

"Hello! I am Sifreya Yuliel Kenfeld from Intilis."

"Excuse me! The owner here is..."

As a result, before she finished speaking, she heard the maid inside the door interrupt:

"Yes! Please wait a moment, I will go and get two more umbrellas."

After the voice fell, she opened the door directly, and then turned back to the direction of the villa.

Sifreya was stunned for a moment. She hadn't finished speaking yet, how did the other party know what she was going to ask?

However, this was a minor problem after all, and after a moment of confusion, Sifrea did not pay much attention to it.

She turned her head and looked at the coachman, Old Oliver, who had been standing in the rain next to the carriage and looked particularly embarrassed.

After thinking for a while, she directly took out a 10-pound note from her small bag.

She handed it to the coachman, and Old Oliver looked at this scene with some astonishment, stammering:

"This is too much!"

The previous 2 pounds was enough. You must know that when their family was at its most affluent, they did not even have 10 pounds in savings.

With these 10 pounds, plus a few pounds he had saved himself.

He could even buy the two horses now used to pull the cart.

In this way, he will no longer need to pay high weekly rental fees to the horse market in the future.

Seeing the shock on the face of the middle-aged man in front of her, Xifreya smiled slightly and said:

"You deserve this! Thank you for your hard work!"

Old Oliver took the note with both hands, then reached out and tapped it four times in front of himself, gestured with a holy symbol, and praised piously:

"The great Lord will definitely protect you."

While they were talking, Mrs. Florica had already fetched two more umbrellas.

After taking the umbrella, Xifreya handed one to her mother.

Then he lifted up his skirt with one hand, stepped on the stool placed outside the carriage, and walked step by step to the top of the pile of sandbags.

Looking at the one-meter-high sandbags built up, Xifreya jumped lightly and elegantly and landed firmly on the ground in the courtyard without a trace of water splashing.

Soon, the mother and daughter entered the front yard of the villa, followed Mrs. Florica, and walked towards the door of the villa.

When passing by the porch, when they saw Erza sitting barefoot on the steps, both Silverea and Mrs. Kenfield showed a hint of surprise on their faces.