The next day, it was still raining. The rain today was much lighter; it was just a drizzle.

The temperature in Wiltspoon has dropped to the lowest level this year, only seven degrees. On this cold winter morning, the business welcomed several unfamiliar customers.

The moment the doorbell rang, the butler couldn’t help but mutter, “Who’s here so early in the morning?”

The workers haven’t started working yet. Because of the cold weather and rainy days, the workers in charge of yard work changed their start time to around eight o’clock.

It rained heavily yesterday, so the butler let them rest for a day.

The butler thought it was Remy Johnson, the future son-in-law from next door.

He often came before dawn just to have breakfast with Elisa.

The butler, holding an umbrella, walked to the villa’s gate and saw five old men standing in a row. With the exception of one individual who appeared to be a patient and had a fair complexion, the other four men exuded an air of immortality. The butler was shocked, believing he had not woken up yet and had seen ghosts.

primarily wore retro

men, and each

rubbed his

old man said, “From the look on his face, he either thought he had seen

butler:”…”

way to

were the ways to

just wake up, open his eyes, and get

we are not ghosts. If we were ghosts, we wouldn’t ring the doorbell and would have passed through the wall long ago. Actually, your door can’t stop us. If I want to, I can

old guy here. I’m starving, and I can’t even go into the house. It’s freezing outside. Why do I feel like it’s

complained in his heart: You people in the north have heating, but we in Wiltspoon don’t have it. We have to

did

only persist for the next two days. The temperature would rise again the day after tomorrow, and by the New Year, it

many elderly men

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