What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

By the time the carriage was on the flooded road, only a vague shadow was left in the rain.

The security officer called the captain then withdrew his gaze and shuddered violently.

He wrung out a handful of clothes that were still dripping water onto the ground, then quickly ran to the staff dormitory in the train station to change his clothes.

This is because it is too cold!

In the carriage, Xifuleya looked at the raindrops falling on the window and said softly:

"I don't know if he's at home today. If he's not, we'll have to find another house to rent."

After hearing what her daughter said, Mrs. Kenfield said in astonishment:

"Are you still planning to live in his house?"

Xifuleya said as a matter of course: "It's raining so hard outside now, do you still want to find a room to rent temporarily?"

"And we've been riding the steam train for almost two days."

"Don't you feel tired? Don't you want to find a place to rest quickly?"

Mrs. Kenfield said with some hesitation on her face:

"But... wouldn't it be bad if we just lived in his house? Although you and he have a good relationship... you are not married after all."

Hearing this, Xifuleya said coquettishly: "What are you thinking, mom? We are just going to stay here temporarily to rest."

"Once we have rested, we will definitely rent a house outside."

"As a classmate, isn't it normal for you to stay with me for one night?"

Mrs. Kenfield blinked. Did her daughter really think so?

In the heavy rain outside the carriage, the carriage rolled over the water that was already a quarter of the wheel's depth and tried its best to rush towards its destination.

Before Sifrea and the others had to wait for long, old Oliver's trembling voice came from the front of the carriage:

"Ladies, we are at 179 Béran Street. Do you need me to knock on the door for you?"

"Thank you for your help!" Sifrea replied politely.

Old Oliver said in a trembling voice that it was not a problem, jumped off the carriage, and walked through the puddles to the gate of Villa No. 179.

He struggled to climb onto the sandbags piled in front of the gate to block the water outside, and rang the bell in the dean's room.

But unfortunately, the sound of the bell was buried in the pouring rain, and only a tiny bit of sound could be heard in the building at the back of the yard.

Fortunately, there was no ordinary person in this villa, and although the sound was faint, someone still heard it.

Erza, who was sitting on the porch steps, was about to get an umbrella to check at the door when she saw a maid holding an umbrella walk out from behind her.

Seeing her looking at her, the maid smiled and nodded at her, then walked into the heavy rain with an umbrella.

Erza still has some impression of this maid, I think her name is Florica.

As for why she had an impression of this person, it was because, on the day she regained her sanity, the maid looked at her strangely and shockedly.

This look left a deep impression on Erza. She didn't quite understand why the other person looked at her in that way.

Could it be that he knew her?

With this doubt in mind, she found an opportunity to ask the maid, but the answer she got was negative.

The other party didn't know her, but if he didn't know her, why did his reaction change so much when he saw her?

Unable to get an answer, Erza could only keep this doubt in mind, hoping to make a discovery in the future.

At the gate of the villa, old Oliver, who was caught in the rain, wiped the rain off his face and raised his head to look into the yard.

When he saw an umbrella approaching the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the piled sandbags, and walked towards his carriage.

He followed the same procedure as he had done outside the steam train station, placing the stools one by one from the exit of his carriage to under the pile of sandbags.

After doing this, he knocked on the carriage and said in a trembling voice:

"Ladies, the maid from that courtyard is coming!"

At this moment, Mrs. Florica had already walked to the gate with an umbrella.

She stood by the door, looking at the carriage parked in the water outside with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

With a creak, the door of the carriage was opened from the inside.

Xifula stood at the door of the carriage and asked politely to Madam Florica who was standing inside:

"Hello! I am Sifraya Yuriel Kenfeld from Intilis."

"Excuse me! Who is the owner of this place..."

As a result, before she could finish, she heard the maid inside the door interrupt:

"Yes! Please wait a moment. I will go get two more umbrellas."

As soon as she finished speaking, she opened the door and turned back towards the villa.

Sifrea was stunned for a moment. She hadn't even finished speaking, so how did the other party know what she was going to ask?

However, this was just a small problem after all, and after being puzzled for a moment, Sifrea didn't pay much attention to it.

She turned her head and glanced at the coachman, Old Oliver, who had been standing beside the carriage in the heavy rain, looking particularly embarrassed.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a 10-pound note from her bag.

Handing it to the coachman, Old Oliver looked at the scene with his mouth wide open, and stammered:

"This is too much!"

The previous 2 pounds was already enough, considering that when their family was most well-off, they didn't even have 10 pounds in savings.

With this £10, plus a few pounds he had saved of his own.

He could even buy the two horses that were currently pulling the cart.

In this way, he would no longer have to pay high rent to the horse market every week.

Looking at the shock on the face of the middle-aged man in front of her, Xifuleya smiled and said:

"You deserve it! Thank you for your hard work!"

Old Oliver took the banknote with both hands, then stretched out his hands and pointed four times in front of himself, making a holy emblem, and praised devoutly:

"The great Lord will surely bless you."

While they were talking, Mrs. Florica had already brought two more umbrellas.

After taking the umbrellas, Shivreya handed one of them to her mother.

Then she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, stepped onto the stool placed outside the car, and walked step by step to the top of the pile of sandbags.

Looking at the sandbags piled one meter high, Sifrea jumped lightly and gracefully, landing steadily on the ground in the yard without splashing any water.

Soon, the mother and daughter entered the front yard of the villa and followed Mrs. Florica towards the gate of the villa.

When they passed by the porch, Shivreya and Mrs. Kenfield showed a hint of surprise on their faces when they saw Erza sitting barefoot on the steps.