Mystery: Gray Walker

Chapter 48 Lady Hannah

Emily became an assassin, which disrupted everything.

Green's already precarious balance has now been further complicated by a huge variable.

He needed to learn more about the "Witch" pathway as soon as possible, especially the characteristics of its sequence and the risk of it going out of control.

Lillian? No, I can't easily tell her, and Green doesn't want to get too involved with the Garden of Fame; those people aren't exactly benevolent.

Night Watch? Not for now.

Perhaps... we could look into the History and Archaeology Society? Or maybe through other clandestine channels?

"Ugh, they're such a worry..."

Headache.

Green rubbed his temples.

Family, secrets, missions, deals, and now there's another extraordinary cousin who needs guidance and control...

Most importantly, I have only just entered the realm of the extraordinary, and I don't know much more than she does.

At this moment, Green felt an unprecedented and irresistible urge to learn as much as possible about the mysterious realm and to break through this unknown.

But at the same time, he also had the idea of ​​leaving.

The pressure is too great.

At that moment, he took out the "Secret Seeker" potion that Olivier had given him from his pocket.

"I can't keep this potion at home anymore," he muttered to himself, looking at the potion.

"If Sura finds out one day, or if Emily, that unreliable woman, causes some more trouble... then I might as well just jump off the roof of Oberhafen City Hall and start over."

But where should I put it?

Carry it with you? The risk is too high.

Losing something so valuable would be worse than death for him.

The agency? No, it's not safe there yet... The Crimson Order might be waiting for me to walk right into their trap.

A place naturally came to mind.

The port authority's underground warehouse.

That was his own "territory," piled high with clutter. Aside from Old Bob occasionally coming down to tell him when it was time for dinner or to clock out, nobody ever went there. And Old Bob seemed to be quite wary of that place, even intentionally avoiding it.

More importantly, after what happened with Henry, no one would bother him anymore. And that would be the perfect place for him to hide the potion.

It's remote enough, safe enough, and always under his watchful eye.

"Yes, I'll put it there," Green decided.

Feeling a little relieved, he put the potion away again, went to the window, closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the sunlight.

Just then, a crisp doorbell rang, breaking the silence inside the house.

Green frowned. At this time... who could it be?

I got up, went downstairs to the foyer, and opened the door.

A well-dressed lady stood outside the door.

She was around forty years old, wearing a dark blue velvet dress with a light cashmere shawl over it. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head, adorned with a small pearl hairpin.

She carried a gift box tied with a ribbon in her hand, and wore a smile that was just right—neither overly enthusiastic nor distant.

Green felt that the face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Good afternoon, madam. Who are you looking for?"

The lady outside the door lingered on Green's face for a moment, then smiled more broadly, appearing even more affectionate.

"Good afternoon. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Grin Grin Morris?"

Her voice was pleasant to the ear, carrying a composure unique to people from high society.

"Yes, I am Green." Green was even more puzzled, but maintained basic courtesy. "May I ask who you are...?"

"I am Hannah Winston, a good friend of your mother Selene. I met your uncle Victor by chance last time, and he mentioned you. I've been wanting to come and see you ever since," Mrs. Hannah introduced herself, her gaze gently sweeping over Green with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"You look just like your mother when she was young, especially your eyes... Seeing you is like seeing her again."

She paused, then continued, "Your mother, Selene, used to talk to me about you often, even though you were still young then. Yesterday she called your aunt to arrange a visit."

Mrs. Hannah!

Green's mind went blank for a moment as he instantly recalled what Uncle Victor and Aunt Sylvia had said earlier, about Mrs. Hannah, who was going to introduce him to her "distant niece"!

Green could almost feel his face getting hotter, a mix of embarrassment, absurdity, and a hint of annoyance at being "ambushed" welling up inside him.

Uncle's actions were too quick, weren't they? Or perhaps, Mrs. Hannah was just too enthusiastic?

"So it's Mrs. Hannah, please come in." Green quickly adjusted his expression, stepped aside to make way for the doorway, and tried his best to make his voice sound natural.

"Auntie, Auntie is upstairs. I'll go get her right away. Please have a seat in the living room for a moment."

"Thank you, go on your way, child. It's been so long since we sisters have seen each other," said Mrs. Hannah, as she gracefully stepped in and handed the gift box to Green.

"A little snack for the children to try."

"Thank you, madam." Green accepted the gift box; it was quite heavy and beautifully packaged. He led Mrs. Hannah to the living room, his mind racing.

What to do?! What to do?!

His aunt hadn't mentioned something so important! And she brought a gift, her purpose was clear, and the way she looked at him... it was like she was evaluating a product. This made him very uncomfortable.

"Aunt, Mrs. Hannah Winston has arrived." Green hurried upstairs, lowered his voice, and knocked on the master bedroom door.

The door opened quickly, and Sylvia, still looking tired, paused for a moment when she saw Green's expression: "What's wrong, Emily?"

"Not Emily, it's Mrs. Hannah Winston," Green said quickly, gesturing downstairs with his eyes. "She said she had an appointment with you yesterday?"

Sylvia's expression instantly became somewhat subtle, first a look of realization, then a flash of panic and apology.

"Oh my god! It's Hannah! I... I talked to her on the phone yesterday, and she said she wanted to come see me. I was so preoccupied with Emily that I completely forgot about it!"

She slapped her forehead in frustration. "I'll be right down!"

Sylvia suddenly remembered something and looked at Green. "Green, you...you go down and talk to Mrs. Hannah for a bit. I'll change my clothes and come down right away. Remember, be polite, smile, and listen more and talk less."

She hurriedly gave him instructions, her eyes pleading, clearly hoping that Green could help her deal with the situation.

Green sighed inwardly, knowing there was no escaping it.

"Okay, Auntie." He nodded, turned and went downstairs, each step feeling like he was walking onto a meticulously arranged stage that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Back in the living room, Mrs. Hannah was seated elegantly in the best spot on the sofa, taking in the room's furnishings with great interest. Seeing Green come down, she once again flashed that warm smile.

"Auntie will be down soon, she... is changing her clothes," Green explained, trying to make his tone sound natural, before walking over to sit down on a single sofa.

"That's alright, we can chat first."

Mrs. Hannah took out an exquisite lace folding fan from her handbag and fanned herself gently, but her gaze never left Green.

Clearly, she wasn't there to visit Sylvia at all.

"I heard from Sylvia that you recently found a job at the port authority? Did Victor help you arrange it? It's good that you know how to be down-to-earth, young man."

"Yes, madam. It's all thanks to your uncle's help," Green replied briefly, wary of the questions that might follow.

"The port authority is a respectable place. Although the starting point may not be high, if you work hard, there will always be hope for the future."

Mrs. Hannah's tone was gentle, almost encouraging, but then she added, "However, men ultimately need to build a happy family. With a stable family, they'll have more drive in their careers, don't you think?"

Here it comes. Green felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the real business was about to begin.

He forced a smile and mumbled, "You're right, madam. But I've just started working, and things are still quite unstable. Talking about these things... might be a bit premature."

"Not early, not early," Mrs. Hannah said, fanning herself with her fan, her smile unchanged.

"My dear, good girls are like the first strawberries of early spring; they don't wait for anyone. Speaking of which, I'm reminded of my distant niece, Isabella, a very good girl. She teaches painting to young ladies at St. Margaret's School; she's a quiet, well-mannered girl, and also very beautiful."

At this point, she lightly tapped her chin with her fan, her tone tinged with regret:

"Her father... alas, poor Arthur, the family has indeed fallen on hard times. But you must know, nobility is nobility after all. The Winston family used to have very close ties with the Hall family. Girls raised in such an environment have gold in their souls. I think you two should have similar interests; you are both quiet, book-loving people, so you should be able to get along well."