"Customer, if it weren't for the heavy rain outside, I wouldn't have let you in normally."

With the sound of matches burning, a candle quietly lit up and was placed on the exquisite candlesticks, illuminating a corner of the bar in the dark tavern.

"You are not Boss Dart?!"

As the light shone, I saw clearly that the person in front of me was definitely not the poker-faced boss I was familiar with. In front of me, I was wearing a brown tweed jacket, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. His facial features had neither outstanding advantages nor regrettable shortcomings. His appearance seemed to be the average value carefully selected among the crowd, and no matter how he looked at it, he would not leave a deep impression on people.

His figure is stronger than that of Boss Dart. His flat shoulders, broad back, thick and powerful arms, and his whole body is square, like a figure walking out of a classical marble statue, carved by the craftsman without any extra parts. But the prominent and stiff jaw lines make people feel that this person is definitely not as kind as it appears.

"Guest, seeing you being so sloppy, you must have come to the town from outside, right? Actually, according to convention, I think you should report your name before asking me."

The facial features of the strange middle-aged man became strange under the jumping of candlelight, and the shadows on his face were sometimes blurred and sometimes profound. Just like his words, he exuded an inhuman meaning in forcibly politeness.

"My name is Marcus. OK, you should tell me your name too, right? Also, if there is anything to warm up here, please bring it up first - you don't want frozen bodies in the tavern, right?"

I said angrily, shaking the water plants and mud that were wrapped around my body. When I was swimming over, the debris in the flood collided on me continuously, making me think I was going to drown in the water.

The strange middle-aged man frowned at my actions, pushed a glass of bright red wine, and said slightly stiffly: "Marcus, if you stain the floor of the tavern like this, my daughter may be about to sweep you out of the store..."

I picked up the wine and took a sip, and found that the wine tasted stronger than I remember, and there was a salty and fishy smell of sea water, which really made it difficult for me to swallow. After taking a sip, I put it aside to pay my respects to Xie Bumin.

But at this moment, the stairs in the tavern suddenly heard a thud, as if someone was running on the stairs. Then on the dark stairs, the sound of the corners quickly approached, and a figure suddenly rushed out of the corner, tightly clamping me beyond my expectations!

"Let go...what are you doing...hey, you are..."

I was hugged from behind and subconsciously struggled, but when I turned around and turned, I saw a touch of pink hair, emitting a glimmer of light in front of the candle shadow, and the man's body also emitted a slightly sweet scent of grass and trees, which made me particularly familiar.

Pink hair...you are...

"Perbri! How could you be in the tavern!"

I screamed in shock, and then the person who was pricked behind me and bowed his head and silently raised his head. It was indeed the familiar face of Perbuli.

Her eyes looked up at me with red eyes, like a scared little rabbit. The tears from the candlelight shone on her eyes, and the halo of rainbow was reflected. She was just listening to her twitching:

"Marcus...you...you are finally back...I thought you were dead too..."

Perbri's tone was filled with joy in shock, which made me feel relieved in my nervousness for several days, and said softly: "Pbri, it's okay, I'm back... By the way, why are you in the bar? Who is this gentleman?"

What makes me even happier is that I finally met and knew me in this small town. Even if my doubts are as thick as a dictionary, she helped me get rid of this nightmare.

"Marcus, what are you talking about? The chicken farm is gone, where can I stay if I don't stay in the tavern?"

Perbri answered me in confusion, and his body approached me a little more, shaking my arm and said.

Oh, I get it. My ranch was washed away by floods, and their chicken farm was located downstream, so it was definitely hard to escape the misfortune. He must have lived in the lodge upstairs of the tavern when he was homeless. Unexpectedly, Boss Dart's business came in handy for the first time.

"I thought...you, like my mother, were washed away by the flood...Woooooo..."

"…What? Mrs. Lilia was washed away too?"

Perbri suddenly started crying. She might have been sleeping upstairs, but rushed downstairs when she heard me talking. So she was wearing pink pajamas, her hair was loose, and she was not wearing her usual dress. At this time, she hugged me from behind regardless of her image, causing the water and algae on my clothes to touch her.

The strange man behind the bar frowned and comforted Perbuli: "Perbuli, don't be sad. I believe Lilia is fine, I will definitely find her... I just don't know how Mr. Marcus escaped from the flood, and can he help us?"

After saying that, he kept scanning me with a secret look.

I heard a hint of alert and repulsion from the words of strange middle-aged people, so I arranged the sobbing Perbuli in the seat beside me and looked at the man without saying a word.

"Don't do this... By the way, Marcus, I haven't introduced you to you yet!"

Perbri wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to squeeze out a smile and said to me, "You have never seen me before, right? This is my dad! He finally returned to town!"

Perbuli's...dad?

The middle-aged man behind the bar looked at me with a serious face, stretched out his thick palms to shake hands and greet him: "I, Rhode, is Lilia's husband, Rick and Perbri's father. I have been traveling outside for many years and have never returned to town. I have never expected such a huge change..."

My head seemed to be thunder falling, and I shook hands with him blankly. I felt that my palm was almost broken by him, so I hurriedly took back my palm.

"Mr. Rhode! You...you are not..."

Aren't you trapped in the vortex of time and unable to escape?

This question was entangled in my mouth, but I couldn't ask it. First, what Old Sebala said after getting drunk was extremely credible. Second, if this man was really Rhode, why did he return to the ranch so by chance after disappearing for many years?

Is this really just a coincidence?

"Perbri, take this Mr. Marcus upstairs and find a room to live first. By the way, change your clothes on your body. Do you understand?"

He spoke the last few words very hard, as if he was afraid that others would not hear what he meant. Perbuli didn't know whether he found out that his actions had been too excited, or whether he found that his pajamas were covered with river mud, and nodded slightly red.

For some reason, I found that when I suspected this man who called himself Rhodes, he seemed to have always been hostile to me.

But I pressed my doubts for the moment and nodded, "That's to bother me, Mr. Rhode."
Chapter completed!