After a mont of silence, Nora Scott didn’t challenge Frank Ford’s understanding of her and went along with his words, asking, "Did you find her?"
"I made an appointnt with her assistant," Frank Ford said, "We’re eting in three days."
"Assistant?"
"Yeah. A mysterious figure like that should have an assistant or sothing, right?"
"..."
What nonsense.
People in the Martial World don’t need any assistant.
But——
Thinking of her encounters at the two airports, Nora Scott figured she might get kicked out of the "Martial World."
"By the way, do you want to co along?" Frank Ford invited warmly.
"No."
Nora Scott refused very firmly and resolutely.
She didn’t need three days; she could eliminate the impostor right away.
"...Alright then." Frank Ford was a bit disappointed, but quickly perked up, "Sis-in-law, why are you in Anchel, where are you staying, and if you have ti, I’ll co to find you for so fun."
Nora Scott let out a "Hmm," gave him an address, and then said, "Just visiting so friends, nothing much. You can co by anyti."
After all, up until now, the incompetent Biel Hall and Durant Family, and other forces... still let Alexander Vaughn roam free.
"Alright then."
Frank Ford agreed readily.
*
Benjamin Durant drove the car to the Tofu Shop.
Knowing that Nora Scott was coming, Humphrey Jennings started preparing tofu pudding a night in advance. By the ti she was picked up, the timing was perfect, and the tofu pudding was freshly made.
Humphrey Jennings smoked a cigarette at the entrance, just as he saw Benjamin Durant’s car approaching. He stubbed out the cigarette, stood aside, and watched the people in the car get out.
"Mr. Jennings."
Nora Scott walked over, took off her sunglasses, and greeted Humphrey Jennings.
Humphrey Jennings didn’t speak, nodded, and turned to walk inside.
Nora Scott followed closely, glancing at a girl seated inside, she paused, "A guest?"
Just as she asked, the girl facing away from the door stopped eating noodles, turned around, and upon seeing Nora Scott, her eyes lit up, "Hall Master, it’s !"
It was Rosie Sullivan.
"Oh." Nora Scott laughed and teasingly asked, "Who are you here to see?"
Rosie Sullivan was taken aback by her banter.
Just as she asked, Benjamin Durant, having parked the car, ca in and also saw Rosie Sullivan, waving to her, "Rosie, my little sister is here."
"..." Rosie Sullivan ignored him and said to Nora Scott, "Got so news this morning. Since you were on the plane and hard to reach, Mr. Jennings said you’d co to the Tofu Shop, so I ca here to wait for you."
"Oh."
Nora Scott nodded slightly.
Benjamin Durant casually asked, "What news?"
"..."
Rosie Sullivan ignored him again, turned back to continue eating her noodles.
Benjamin Durant was baffled.
Humphrey Jennings glanced at Benjamin Durant and instructed, "Go to the kitchen, bring out the tofu pudding."
"...I just got back, and you want to be an assistant?" Benjamin Durant felt his status as the Northwest Master was being shaken.
Humphrey Jennings gave him a cold look.
So, Benjamin Durant looked around, feeling that everyone present had a slightly higher status than him, scratched his head, and grudgingly went to the kitchen to bring out the tofu pudding and lunch Humphrey Jennings had prepared for Nora Scott.
He also brought his own share along.
Nora Scott sat opposite Rosie Sullivan, Benjamin Durant placed her food down, wanting to place his own food too, but was pushed away by Nora Scott.
Nora Scott said, "Go sowhere else."
"Why?" Benjamin Durant was taken aback.
There are four seats, what’s wrong with taking one?
Nora Scott shot him a sidelong glance, "Our Hall’s secrets, you’re not fit to hear them."
Benjamin Durant: "..." This useless Hall, as if I care to listen!
...
Nora Scott and Rosie Sullivan chatted while eating.
Benjamin Durant, by nature inquisitive, the more Nora Scott didn’t let him listen, the more he wanted to, sitting at the next table, ears perked up like two ters long, hoping to catch every word they said.
Humphrey Jennings passed by, slamd a glass of water on his table, spilling half of it, he yelped, receiving a look from Humphrey Jennings to "keep it together." So he resentfully wiped up the spilled water, feeling aggrieved, but eventually settled down.
"Clent Winter ca to Anchel this morning," Rosie Sullivan said to Nora Scott, "They imdiately sent soone to make contact with Clent Winter."
"Hmm?"
Nora Scott slightly furrowed her brows.
Just contact?
"After they realized Clent Winter had Biel Hall backing him, they seem to have changed their strategy. Recently, they’ve considered acknowledging Clent Winter as their own," Rosie Sullivan explained.
"Does Clent Winter know?"
"He should know." Rosie Sullivan nodded, continuing, "I rushed over as soon as I got the news and t with him, but he clearly wasn’t in a good mood and had no intention of communicating with . However, Hall Master, rest assured, our people are keeping a close eye on him and won’t let anything happen to him."
Nora Scott distractedly replied with an "Hmm."
Just then, Benjamin suddenly leaned over and interjected —
"What’s up with the ditzy sweetheart?"
Rosie Sullivan and Nora Scott both turned their heads to look at him, their eyes like knives, stabbing at Benjamin.
Benjamin: "..." Is it not enough if I just shut up?
Seeing Benjamin sit back obediently, Nora Scott suddenly glanced at him again and instructed, "Spend more ti with him over the next couple days."
"?" Benjamin pointed at himself.
"Yes."
"When did I beco a babysitter?"
"Is there anything else you’re good for other than playing around?" Nora Scott said, stabbing back with conviction.
"..."
Benjamin felt deeply hurt.
After instructing Benjamin, Nora Scott didn’t engage further and continued speaking with Rosie Sullivan, "What about the U-disk matter?"
"The list has mostly been confird." Rosie Sullivan’s expression gradually turned serious. "They’re slowly making contact over there. Rest assured, everything is under control."
"Alright then."
Nora Scott might be unsure, but as the Hall Master, she must maintain a confident deanor, saying "rest assured."
After a brief conversation, Nora Scott suddenly broached another topic, "Have the people from Biel Hall in Anchel check if a self-proclaid ’Northwest Living Map’ has been active in Anchel recently."
"Wasn’t this assigned to ?" Benjamin interjected again.
Nora Scott, with her fiery temper, glared directly at him, "What did I just tell you?"
"..." Benjamin scratched his nose, "Alright, alright, babysitting. I’ll arrange to et the ditzy sweetheart right away."
He really did take out his phone to contact Clent Winter.
Nora Scott withdrew her gaze.
At this mont, Rosie Sullivan stumbled, suspiciously asking, "Hall Master, you’re aware of the ’Northwest Living Map’ too?"
Nora Scott: "..."
Benjamin: "..." Didn’t your hall even bother to investigate the Hall Master’s remarkable achievents? What kind of lousy hall is this?
After finishing the last bite of tofu pudding, Nora Scott casually responded, "Yes."
"I’ve heard this person is very mysterious and has left many mysterious tales in the northwest region. She’s been dormant for a year or two, and now she’s reappeared, but noticeably more conspicuous than before; our hall indeed pays so attention. Do you have a business with her?" Rosie Sullivan asked.
"Yes."
"Alright then." Rosie Sullivan nodded, "I can get a response to you by tonight."
Pausing briefly, Rosie Sullivan added, "But this person has a peculiar temperant, entirely relying on mood to take on assignnts. We might find her, but it doesn’t an she’ll agree to your task."
Nora Scott lightly remarked, "Just find her."
At the neighboring table, Benjamin rubbed his cheek and covered his mouth with his hand to prevent laughing too obviously and getting another glare from these two.
*
Rosie Sullivan kept her word.
Just as the sky darkened, she rushed to the tofu shop, bringing good news to Nora Scott.
"I’ve arranged a eting with the assistant of the ’Living Map.’ We’ll et tomorrow noon," Rosie Sullivan said. She paused slightly, her gaze landing briefly on Benjamin, who was playing with birds, and then pursed her lips, saying, "She specifically chose the address at Virtue Retreat."
"Really?" Benjamin asked mischievously, then raised both hands to swear, "I swear, this person has absolutely no connection to our Durant Family."
An imposter; what connection could there be?
If the Durant Family knew in advance, they’d definitely dispose of her first.
Rosie Sullivan snorted lightly, "I’ve heard that the ’Northwest Living Map’ has your Durant Family backing... accurately speaking, her backing power is the entire northwest."
"Ahem."
Benjamin nearly choked.
The genuine one, of course! But this one...
Benjamin glanced at Nora Scott.
Nora Scott did not intend to intervene, only speaking with a aningful tone, "Virtue Retreat is a good place, safe."
Everyone knows that Virtue Retreat’s security facilities are top-notch.
Any large transaction, as long as there’s a possibility of accidental conflict, is held at Virtue Retreat to ensure employees and security personnel can help if sothing goes wrong.
Rosie Sullivan blinked, sowhat puzzled.
"What ti?" Nora Scott asked.
"Twelve o’clock."
Nora Scott smirked, "Alright."
She was curious to see who dared to impersonate her.
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