"team leader."

"team leader."

"Yeah." Karen nodded to them and continued walking down.

Philomena's eyes stayed on Ventura and Murry for a while, then followed Karen's footsteps.

After the two of them walked down, Ventura breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "The captain gave me a different feeling today than before."

"What was it like before?"

"Big brother, my brother." Ventura pursed his lips, "The brother who helped me and saved my life."

"Then today is indeed different. People change."

"Will it change?" Ventura shook his head, "I think it's probably because after today, it won't be long before Mr. Alfred will take Philomena to the performance hall of Allen Manor."

Murray was slightly surprised and asked doubtfully: "Did Mr. Alfred tell you that?"

"No." Ventura looked at Murry and smiled, "It's because when the captain came down just now, it gave me a feeling like looking at a portrait in the living room at home. The captain was not on a mission today, nor was he simply protecting his men.

But... to protect his followers."

"I'm curious, you would say something like this." Murry put his hand on Ventura's head and rubbed it.

"You should read more of Mr. Alfred's notes, brother Murry."

"I'm watching."

"You have to devote yourself to seeing it, otherwise, to use what Mr. Alfred often said..." Ventura made a face at Murray, "You won't even have the cobwebs in the corners of the mural.

.”

…

There is a VIP car parked outside the headquarters building. From the outside, you can see an old man wearing a bishop's robe sitting in the back seat of the car. Bishop Dauphinant is ranked relatively last in the York City region, but he is also a bishop.

There was an attendant standing at the door.

Karen held up the umbrella, walked down the steps of the building, stopped, and looked back at Philomena.

Philomena came down and was sheltered by Karen's umbrella.

She even raised her head curiously and looked up at the umbrella.

The attendant said: "At the request of Mrs. Fisher, my Lord Bishop personally came to take Miss Philomena home."

The Felscher family has disappeared, but after all, it is the family of the former chief bishop of the York City region, and there are still some embers of the family's influence.

Bishop Dauphinant had served as chamberlain to Philomena's great-grandfather.

Karen said: "Please tell the bishop that Philomena is a member of my team and I will personally send her home."

The attendant looked at Karen and said in a very polite but arrogant manner: "Captain Karen, this is what the bishop meant."

"You know me?"

"How could I not recognize you?" The attendant still had the same expression as before.

"Okay, what I mean is, I will send her home without bothering the Bishop."

"Captain Cullen, please respect my master's order." The attendant's voice became louder, "This is a family matter of the Fisher family, and it is not convenient for outsiders to interfere."

"I have no intention of interfering. I just want to send my subordinates home. In addition, please tell your family that I am a mad dog. I just witnessed Bishop Dolf Naton committing suicide in front of me yesterday."

The attendant's tone paused, then became angry, and asked: "Is Captain Cullen threatening my Lord Bishop?"

Karen smiled and said: "You can raise your voice a little louder, and then shout it for me: The next target of the Whip of Order's investigation is the Bishop Dauphinant family. If you can make this decision for your family,

.”

"you……"

The attendant's momentum suddenly weakened, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the VIP car.

After a while, the VIP car drove away, and the attendant turned back and trotted back: "My master said, it's all Captain Cullen's fault."

Karen nodded, stretched out his hand, lifted the poncho hat on the attendant's head, and let the rain fall on his head and face: "Remember, you are not qualified to speak loudly here.

.”

"Yes, I remember."

Karen took Philomena to his second-hand Pence car, which Neo had always said he wanted to modify, but it hasn't been done yet.

Philomena got into the passenger seat, looked at the attendant walking away in the rain, and wondered: "So can we be so tough now?"

"It wasn't possible before, but after Dolfo died, it became a little bit like this." Karen continued while starting the car, "The main reason is that your family doesn't have much friendship left, and the bishop just dealt with it to give him the last bit of face.

, so there is no need to fight fiercely with us crazy dogs.

Bishop, without the nod from above, there is nothing we can do if we just ask."

Philomena nodded: "So that's it."

The performance of the second-hand black Pence was still reliable. After driving into the suburbs, it drove on the dirt road and finally stopped in front of an open space.

The Fisher family is here, but out of sight.

"We're here, you go in first, I'll come up to have a cigarette."

"Captain, I remember you said that my home doesn't have a phone line. It's very troublesome to contact me. If you want to break a crow, you have to break a few more crows."

"If you want, you can renovate your home. I asked our director to contact the construction team that renovated my office."

"Captain, tell me, would it be better to burn it?"

"Burning is only for outsiders to see. Only you know whether you still have it in your heart."

Philomena opened the car door.

Karen reminded: "Bring something."

Philomena picked up the umbrella and opened it.

Karen shook his head: "I'm talking about the knife."

Philomena picked up the Nightmare Blade, looked at Karen, and said, "Captain, you are different today than before."

"Did you just feel it?"

"Yes, as you said about me, I am very slow to react."

"Go ahead."

"Yes, Captain."

Philomena turned around, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, and walked toward her home.

As she approached, a dilapidated villa appeared in the blank space in front of her.

Karen, who was sitting in the car, reached out and gently rubbed his face, sighing to himself:

"You can't embarrass grandpa today. The pressure is really high."

Turning over the rearview mirror, facing her face, and looking at herself inside, Karen laughed at herself:

"Grandpa's image is really burdensome, and it made me very temperamental today."

…

Philomena opened the door to her home, and the old wooden door made a harsh and prolonged friction sound.

The living room was very lively, with many people sitting there.

Some are reading newspapers, some are drinking coffee, some are chatting, some are knitting...

They are all acquaintances, acquaintances in the portraits.

"Look, everyone, look, who is back? Oh, it's our little cutie, Philomena, haha."

Mrs. Fisher, who rarely changed into a formal dress, was smiling and inviting people in the living room to greet the girl who returned holding a knife.

"Come on, call someone, this is your great-grandfather, this is your grandfather, this is your uncle, this is your second uncle, this is..."

Mrs. Fisher took the trouble to introduce them one by one.

These puppets show corresponding expressions and cooperate.

Once upon a time, in order to help her grandmother collect puppet materials, Philomena personally helped another puppet master blackmail the Lemar Ceramics Museum.

That was also the second encounter between her and Karen after the final selection.

Now, my grandma's purpose of choosing the puppet master has become clear. Grandma has been preparing for today's family dinner very early.

The captain is right, it is time to wake up from the dream, but this does not hinder this final immersion.

Philomena began to greet the people present. These were all members of the Fisher family, her elders.

The once extremely prosperous Felscher family, which hereditary held the position of chief bishop of the York City region, fell into despair overnight.

"Come, son, you are allowed to eat at the table today."

Philomena noticed that even her father, who usually could only lie on the foot of the table and eat the food that fell from the table, had been groomed today, put on new clothes, and had his hair combed.
To be continued...