013 Mrs. Quinn’s new entrustment

Exiting Amanda's room, only a few servants were waiting outside, looking nervously at the two people who came out.

Ryan thought for a while but decided to trust Mrs. Quinn's abilities.

Led by the servant, they came to the balcony in front of the atrium. Mrs. Quinn seemed to like here very much.

"How is she?" Quinn looked at them.

"She's lucky, she didn't suffer any injuries, just needs rest for a few days." Ryan smiled and distorted the facts according to Mrs. Quinn's arrangement.

Mrs. Quinn's eyes relaxed and she nodded. There was a check already placed on the delicate table. Instead of handing out the check, she waved her hand for the two to sit down.

"Do you have any doubts?" Quinn beckoned, and a servant brought refreshments.

The two saluted and sat down. Ryan replied, "We trust Mrs. Quinn."

Mrs. Quinn gave a rare smile, "Actually, I have been hesitating whether I should call for your help."

Ryan smiled wryly, his light green eyes searching for Quinn's expression, "Mrs. Quinn should not do such an adventure in the future. We shouldn't pin our hopes on the ethereal things like 'The Apparition of the Holy Son'. "

"Right!" Mrs. Quinn snorted lightly, although there was a hint of sarcasm on her face, but there was no malicious intent, "Do you prefer Porto's naked way of speaking?" Quinn glanced at the two of them, "I don't think you would like to be direct in this matter."

Ryan nodded, 'You healed my dying body, and now my nurse is facing the same thing, you come and heal her, if that's what Mrs. Quinn asked for, then Ryan and Benjamin would be here too, but the purpose is not to save people, but to wash away Quinn's memory with the eyes of charm, 'health' is a very, very dangerous requirement for human beings.

"Mrs. Quinn is right." Ryan continued say with a serious expression, "However, I still want to remind Mrs. not to hope for these in the future."

Mrs. Quinn's eyelids drooped, acquiesced, and sighed, "I don't care much anymore in this world, Amanda is. I admit it's a risk, but still, I'm willing to try. For this, Thank you very much." Mrs. Quinn nodded to them.

Ryan thought for a while, then nodded and accepted Mrs. Quinn's thanks.

"But now that I think, the person I should be most thankful for should be Alice." Mrs. Quinn looked at Ryan.

Ryan picked up the teacup in front of the table and turned his head slightly, indicating that Quinn was the same as the old fox by default.

Mrs. Quinn looked at Ryan's expression, smiled, and began to change the subject, "I heard you visited Ript, doesn't she like it there?"

"Yeah—" Ryan said, "she's not suitable for that kind of environment."

Mrs. Quinn's eyes fell on Benjamin, as if she took a sip of tea casually, "I heard that Laura likes you very much."

"She just likes to hear stories from the war." Benjamin looked down at Ryan and replied.

Mrs. Quinn put down the teacup and continued to ask casually, "How is Hank doing?"

"He's still the same," Ryan replied.

"What about the big Dane?"

"Still so edible."

Mrs. Quinn was silent for a while, and Ryan waited. He could see that Mrs. Quinn was testing the composition of the Anderson House and that the vampire didn't feel any malice, maybe she was just curious.

Mrs. Quinn thought for a while, then spoke again, "There's one more thing to entrust to Anderson, you guys."

"Madam, please." Ryan leaned forward as if listening.

"Thank you for reminding me last month that I've been thinking about the tomb recently."

Ryan was stunned, "Is the cemetery in the West District about to start?"

Mrs. Quinn was naturally talking about the real cemetery of her son and wife, the cemetery where old Hank and old Anderson used anonymous names as tombstones, located in the North Park of the cemetery, but wrote the real names on the remarks.

Mrs. Quinn shook her head, "Not yet, the notice from the city government is in the fall. But..."

Ryan thought for a while, then nodded knowingly. The cemetery in the name of Mrs. Quinn's son and his wife is actually just a tomb of clothes. Most of the people who died on the battlefield could not find the whole body. The tomb of clothes and clothes was just a way of showing respect.

Two months ago, Mrs. Quinn made an appointment with Ryan for the joint tomb of the Quinn family. At that time, Ryan didn't quite understand Mrs. Quinn's purpose, only thinking that it was Mrs. Quinn's interest to attract Anderson.

Last month, after Old Hank dug out the old accounts, Ryan realized that Mrs. Quinn was already planning to 'correct the name' of her son.

There have been a lot of people moving tombs recently. It seems that Mrs. Quinn wants to take advantage of the current crowd and do this without attracting attention.

"Does Mrs. Quinn have any ideas?" Ryan put aside the tedious temptation to attack and defend, "However, there are a lot of people who have moved graves recently. If you wanted to do this now, you would have to be very late."

Mrs. Quinn nodded and added, "In addition to today's church incident." Mrs. Quinn frowned, apparently hearing about the accident in other churches, "I heard that there was an accident in The Church of the son of God over there. "

"Yes." Ryan nodded, "but it's not serious, it's just that the candle offering platform collapsed. Fortunately, no one usually goes to worship."

"Does it affect the funeral appointment?" asked Mrs. Quinn.

"The funeral originally this afternoon was canceled and was postponed." There was a hint of helplessness in Ryan's eyes. They were all famous people in Porto City. He didn't want to offend any of them, but delaying one by one offended everyone.

Mrs. Quinn felt Ryan's helplessness and shook her head, "Alright, I don't need a church. It's just a tomb, I don't want to attract anyone's attention."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult," Ryan said the truth, the ceremony in the church is indeed not necessary, but in everyone's perception, Mrs. Quinn's son and his wife are heroes in the war, and the transfer of the cemetery cannot be ignored. People will pay attention, even if it's just a tomb.

"I know." Mrs. Quinn sighed and looked up at the Anderson brothers, "so you can think of this as a legacy from the previous generation."

Mrs. Quinn meant that the people at that time were buried by old Hank and old Anderson, and now, it is up to you.

Ryan smiled, "Then, the Anderson House can cooperate in terms of time, it's up to Mrs. Quinn to decide."

"Well, I'll let you know when I have arranged." Mrs. Quinn's hand was on the check on the table, and now it was pushed to Ryan.

Ryan folded the check and put it away, stood up with Benjamin, saluted again, and said goodbye to Mrs. Quinn.