Chapter 1256 Mysterious Master

Joan and his party walked along the stone-paved road for about two hundred yards.

From a distance, there is a three-story villa in the shade of the trees. The roof is painted blue, and the walls are painted milky white. The architectural style gives people a refreshing and elegant impression.

A handsome man in a brocade robe, in his early thirties, was walking slowly on the lawn in front of the villa with his hands behind his back.

As if he heard the footsteps of the visitor, this handsome gentleman stopped and turned around, and gave Joan and his party a welcome smile.

Joan felt that the man looked familiar from a long distance away. Hearing Hailaer approached him and greeted him, calling him "Uncle Joseph", a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly recalled that this extraordinary man was not the same as him in Lai Portton met Joseph Adams once!

The "Sons of Liberty" is said to have three high-level executives, known as the "Big Three". The identities of two of them are unknown. The only one of the "Big Three" who often shows up in public is Mr. Adams.

"Uncle Joseph, what do you plan to treat us to for lunch today?" Hailar asked with a smile.

"I don't know yet. In fact, I'm also a guest." Adams shrugged and spread his hands.

Hailar was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you the owner of this manor?"

"In fact, the owner of the manor is an old brother of mine, but he rarely lives here, so he entrusted me to take care of the manor."

Adams opened the door and cast a meaningful glance at Joan.

"Mr. Vader, we meet again after a year."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to meet you again here."

Joan couldn't help feeling that time flies by so fast, a year has passed in a blink of an eye, and recalling the scene when he first met Adams, it seems like a lifetime away.

"Mr. Vida, and Ms. Zion and Mr. Zion, in fact, we should have met a long time ago, but it was delayed until today for some reason."

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Adams."

Audrey smiled politely.

"Don't say that, Your Royal Highness, I am the one who should be honored."

Putting his chest on his chest with one hand, Adams bowed deeply to Audrey.

Audrey's face changed slightly, as if she was surprised that he revealed her identity as soon as they met.

"Come with me, ladies and gentlemen, and let me introduce you to a real big shot."

Adams pushed open the dining room door and ushered in the four young visitors.

The interior layout of the restaurant is not as luxurious as Joan expected. There are no expensive carpets or crystal chandeliers. The long table is covered with white napkins, and there are ordinary armchairs beside the table. Two lazy cats, both fat as balls.

The scene in front of him reminded Joann that when he was studying in Leiden Port, he often visited the White House Manor on weekends.

The dining room of the Custis sisters is decorated in a similar style to this room. Stepping into the familiar restaurant, Qiao An couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if stepping into the old time a year ago, feeling warm and friendly, but also a little unspeakable melancholy.

Just as he was in a daze, there were footsteps outside the restaurant door.

A tall, stern-faced Asa man, dressed in a white shirt and tuxedo, with a straight bow tie and spotless white gloves, acted like an unsmiling butler, leading the waiters into the restaurant and greeting the visitors Take a bow.

"Good afternoon, Heimdall, how is your lord doing today?" Adams asked the brawny butler.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Adams, the master's complexion is not bad today, and I look forward to meeting the young distinguished guests."

Heimdall's tone was low and unhurried, giving off an impression of calmness and composure.

After arranging the visitors to be seated, Heimdall ordered the waiter to serve the food, and then left the restaurant to invite the host to come and eat.

Holden looked at Heimdall's tall and steady back, and whispered to Joan, "This Mr. Heimdall has an extraordinary bearing, he doesn't look like a butler who serves people."

"In fact, Heimdall doesn't usually entertain guests. He is the manor's personal servant."

Mr. Adams smiled, and then said something seemingly casually that shocked everyone.

"Heimdall is a devout follower of 'Queen of Karma' Timothy. He once received martial arts training in the 'Beyond Temple' in the Chaos Sea. He is a legendary monk."

"Legend, legendary monk?!" Holden was so shocked that he almost knocked over his coffee cup.

Joan couldn't help but change his face.

Heimdall, the majestic legendary monk, is a powerful figure wherever he is placed, but he actually works as a housekeeper in this small country manor?

This can no longer be described as "overqualified and underutilized"!

Suddenly, Joan naturally had an association.

Adams said that Heimdall was the personal servant of the owner of the manor. How respectable should a person who is qualified to have a legendary monk be his servant?

Joan couldn't imagine it.

At this time, the sound of footsteps and coughing came from the corridor outside the restaurant again.

Heimdall pushed open the door and stood by the door with hands down.

Adams also stood up, with a solemn expression, and respect from the heart in his eyes.

Under the focus of everyone's attention, an old man in a white home robe, leaning on a cane, coughing all the way, staggered into the restaurant.

The old man's face was wrinkled, his expression was haggard, and his weak body was as thin as wood, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind. They all seemed very strenuous.

Qiao An also noticed that the sickly old man's hair was as long as his shoulders and was randomly tied into a ponytail. The strands of hair were as white as frost, and they suddenly exuded a wave of magical power that made him feel familiar!

At the same time, Joan suddenly felt hot in the palm of his left hand—"Tears of God" was sending him an emergency warning in an unprecedentedly intense way!

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Just when Joan was secretly shocked, the white-haired old man seemed to sense the "similar" aura from him, and smiled at him gently.

"Let me introduce it to you." Mr. Adams helped the old man sit down, leaned on the back of the chair, and said solemnly to the young visitors: "This gentleman is the owner of the manor, my big brother, and the most respected man in my life." man—Lord Dandridge Custis."

As soon as Joseph Adams finished speaking, Joan, Hylar, Audrey, and Holden stood up at the same time, looking at the four pairs of eyes of the white-haired old man opposite, all showing complex emotions intertwined with astonishment and awe.