A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Luke ignored his words and continued to look at Mr. Miller.

Heather was no exception, looking at Mr. Miller: "What is the truth?"

Mr. Miller chuckled and looked at Heather: "The truth is, if I had hesitated, I would have just left you there."

talking.

Mr. Miller remained calm as he sipped his Lone Star beer.

Heather laughed in exasperation once again, too lazy to talk to the two of them anymore, and instead looked at Luke again: "The lawyer is waiting for us at the fork in the road."

Luke nodded, placed the half-finished Lone Star beer on the coffee table, and then got up from his chair.

Without any hesitation, Heather walked straight to the door, pushed it open, and left the house first.

Luke, with his hands in his pockets, also walked towards the door.

Just as Luke was about to push away and leave, Mr. Miller, who was sitting on the sofa, called out to Luke.

Luke stopped and turned around to look.

into the eye.

The moment Mr. Miller got up from the sofa, something seemed to change, as if the sofa was a seal upon him.

The moment Mr. Miller lifted his buttocks off the sofa and stood up, he shed his颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, decadence, and apathy) and 中男的无奈 (a sense of helplessness in middle age) and became 精能 (精能 is a phrase that conveys a sense of competence, capability, and even a touch of holiness).

Lu Ke was somewhat surprised, but not too astonished.

At that moment, Mr. Miller's gaze, filled with a strong sense of judgment, looked at Luke, and then he said in a low voice, "Superhuman, are you prepared to be a lackey of hell?"

Upon hearing this, Luke looked at Mr. Miller with a slight smile.

"I thought you weren't going to tell me."

"so……"

Luke, hands in his pockets, looked thoughtfully at Mr. Miller, who was overweight but exuded an air of competence, judgment, and a touch of holiness: "So, should I call you Mr. Miller, or the legendary Seraphim Michael?"

Mr. Miller's eyes narrowed.

Hearing Luke's words, Mrs. Miller, who was standing to the side, also put away the expression of a country woman on her face, and looked at Luke with a low expression: "Who are you?"

Luke smiled and said, "Luke Dane, as you can see, I am Heather's man."

Done.

Luke glanced at Heather, who was standing outside the door looking at him and seemed to be planning to come in to find him, then pushed open the door and walked in, saying to Mr. Miller, "It was a pleasure to chat with you, Mr. Miller. I hope that when I return, we can have an open and frank conversation. I look forward to it."

The words fell.

Luke closed the door, left the house, and went to Heather's side.

"Let's go."

"What were you talking about?"

"nothing."

Luke smiled, not intending to tell Heather the truth, and directly changed the subject: "So, how do we get there?"

Heather, without a second thought, glanced at the time on her phone and said, "I called Xiaobai."

Speaking of Xiaobai, Xiaobai has arrived.

Just as Heather finished speaking, not far away, Xiaobai drove up in that secondhand van that had once been to Nevada, rattling and clanging along.

Of course.

Xiao Bai's girlfriend was also with them.

After Luke and Heather got into the car, Xiaobai started the engine and drove off in the direction Luke had come from.

At the fork in the road, where a left turn leads to Silent Hill and a right turn leads to Sally, a professional estate lawyer has already arrived.

soon.

After the two cars met, the lawyer drove in front, with Xiaobai following behind. Led by the lawyer, they headed towards the town of Silent Hill.

It says that you can get there by turning left, but in reality, there is a mountain between Silent Hill and Sally. You need to go up the mountain first and then down the mountain to reach Silent Hill.

Strange to say.

Given the flat terrain surrounding the towns of Silent Hill and Sally, it is logically unlikely that a small hill could exist there.

But the mountain is real, as if it were intentionally created, as if it were specifically designed to prevent the towns of Silent Hill and Sally from seeing each other across the distance.

"By the way, Heather, have you ever been to Silent Hill?"

"No."

Heather shook her head, thought about it seriously, and looked at the little white girl and the little white car driver: "It seems that none of the three of us have been there before."

The driver, Xiaobai, nodded and said jokingly, "After all these years, it was only when you mentioned Silent Hill that I learned there was a small town so close to us. It's strange, I'm curious too, I don't think I've ever been there."

The young woman nodded and said, "Not to mention us, it seems that no one from Silent Hill has ever come to our town."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ke nodded thoughtfully.

This is also true.

Angels and demons have always been opposites, the kind of people who fight each other as soon as they meet. How could they possibly marry each other?

but……

If Heather is the daughter of a demon, then why did Mr. Miller save her back then?

Luke couldn't quite understand it.

He wanted to ask that at the time.

Time does not permit.

Moreover, having just laid his cards on the table, he directly asked such a private question. Even if he did ask, whether Mr. Miller would answer is another matter entirely.

So, after thinking about it, Luke decided to lay his cards on the table first, and then ask questions later after returning from Silent Hill and having some time to adjust.

Just right.

Jack hasn't received the contract yet, and while he still has some free time, he's not quite there yet.

After going up and down the mountain.

The lawyer drove ahead of the sunset, leading the group to the entrance of a manor in the suburbs.

into the eye.

Two IRS agents were already waiting at the manor gate.

Again.

In the federal government, taxes and death are always intertwined.

However, with a lawyer present and Luke, their financial backer, the two IRS agents were easily dismissed.

Instead of driving into the manor, the lawyer took a folder from the car and handed it directly to Heather: "After you inherit this manor, there are no special requirements, except for one thing: you cannot sell this manor."

Heather chuckled, turned her head to look at the rather unique building hidden behind the manor gate in the setting sun: "Are you kidding me? I'm not going to sell such a beautiful house."

The white-bearded lawyer smiled and said, "That's good. As for the rest, it's all clearly written in the documents."

Heather took the document and said thank you.

The white-bearded lawyer went to the streetlight by the gate, told Heather the numerical code to open the gate, and then prepared to take his leave.

"correct."

As the white-bearded lawyer prepared to get into his car and leave, he seemed to remember something. He opened the car door and, as he was about to get in, said to Heather, "Don't forget to read the letters your grandmother left you."

Heather looked at the documents in her hand and thanked the white-bearded lawyer once again: "I won't forget."

The white-bearded lawyer stopped talking, drove off, and left the manor gate.

Although the white-bearded lawyer speaks and walks slowly, his driving speed is worlds apart.

Luke turned his gaze from the departing white-bearded lawyer to Heather.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

Heather nodded and got back into the car. Xiaobai, who was eager to visit the manor, stepped on the gas and drove the car into the slowly opening manor.

The manor is very large; it truly lives up to its name as a manor.

It not only has its own forest, but also its own lawn, and even its own family cemetery.

Hidden behind this beautiful scenery is a three-story main building with a pure white exterior, along with two auxiliary buildings.

Lu Ke looked at the building that came into view and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Strange to say.

The town of Sally, which should be part of the Angel faction, is predominantly decorated in black and gray.

But here...

Despite being a member of the Sawyer family, a demonic faction, their architectural style appears so holy.

Tsk tsk.

……

Chapter 470 The Devil Sawyer in the Basement

Lu Ke clicked his tongue in amazement.

no doubt.

There is only one possibility that could cause this phenomenon.

That is, the drama of love and hate between angels and demons here has probably lasted for far longer than a few years or even a decade or more.

For both sides to adopt each other's styles for their own purposes, it would take at least a century.

soon.