Seven Elements
Go To People's Homes

After breakfast Rhys waited until Zaid's cries completely subsided, only to take him out.

Rhys and Zaid seemed to walk side by side, they walked through a path that passed by one or two people. Around both are like the countryside; there are scarecrows, along with farmers and of course with rice fields and land. House boards and stones lined up on their left right. They also passed by a board house belonging to a Turkish woman wearing a milk chocolate robe who was extorting cow's milk. He looks like he's wearing a veil. Her eyes, eyelashes and eyebrows became a beautiful combination.

Zaid even had a glance at her from the side and felt that the woman was beautiful (not that she liked it).

The brown and veiled Turkish woman realized that she was being noticed, so she turned her gaze toward Zaid, so that Zaid could see the other side of her face; his other eye looked broken like it had been pierced by a sharp object. He also unreservedly opened his veil slightly, which revealed his white right cheek. On his cheek were four scar-like, deep-seeming scars, but each horizontal line was wide.

Zaid shuddered at her and immediately turned his face, focusing forward.

It turned out that he was covering his face because of the wound, Zaid thought. He had no idea that the Turkish woman had damaged his eyes not because of it.

The woman stared at Zaid's flat back, then put on his veil again and continued extorting the cow, meaning her milk.

"E, Uncle Rhys, where are we going?"

"You come along, you'll know for yourself" Rhys replied flatly, keeping his focus facing forward. "And don't call me 'uncle', call me 'father', you understand?"

"Oh, yeah... Nah, okay." Maybe Uncle Rhys had a certain intent, Zaid thought. He remembered that when he went to the market with Chiara, Chiara boasted that she was his foster brother. Well, maybe it should be like that, he thought again, I have no family here, there's no way I'm making anyone suspect myself.

The two of them continued to walk through the path, four hundred meters later turning left at the intersection. They continued to walk up to half a kilometer. The two reached the large stone house that was slightly mossy.it was their goal, more precisely the Rhys' goal.

On the porch of the house were pots containing strange plants that Zaid had never seen.

The door of the house was pushed from within slowly, and out came a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid. His head was covered in a white cloth tied under his chin.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang is not home. Please visit again another time" said the maid.

Although the maid spoke her sentence fluently and without hesitation, as if she did not reveal any gaps at all, Rhys knew she was actually an undercover maid.

"I'm going to stay in" Rhys said a little forcefully.

"Aren't you looking for Mr Zhang? I told you Mr. Zhang wasn't home. I as his assistant must know whether he is here or not. Do you think I'm lying?" The maid asked Rhys.

Rhys inwardly praised the man, he turned out to be good at making up and composing words, Rhys thought, and every word he uttered was spoken fluently, but... I will not be deceived, obviously he asked the question so that I can trust his words. There's a chance he's lying. I can see it from his expression.

"Sorry to insist, I'll stay in. I'm sure Mr. Zhang won't mind" Rhys said. He went straight inside.

"All right." The maid didn't get in Rhys' way.

Zaid followed him in, though hesitated for a moment. Followed by the maid.

The maid's hand slowly picked up something in her shirt pocket, a knife. The maid's hand was raised, about to blow the knife away.

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