Chapter 327

After finishing all the work, it was late at night when Lena returned to the windmill hotel. They were supposed to leave today, but due to the delay of various affairs, Lena decided to stay for another day.

Macon's body, as well as his belongings, were taken away by Lord field. Only after the inspection, a magic prop was left for Lena.

It's a brooch. As long as it's worn on the body, it will significantly reduce one's sense of existence and make others ignore oneself. However, wearing it for a long time will easily lead to losing oneself. It must be Macon's ability to escape pursuit for many times.

Both Lena and Mrs. Freya are extremely tired. Today's fight with Macon is very intense. If it wasn't for the intervention of Phyllis and herrison, maybe Lena would have to spend more energy waiting for Mr. field to come before he could subdue Macon.

Lena was fast asleep and almost fell asleep when he lay down. By the time he woke up, it was half past nine the next morning.

Mrs. Freya, on the other side of the bed, huddled together, was sleeping soundly.

Without waking the Sleepy Cat, Lena changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

"Good morning, Lena, I don't know..."

Claire is sleepy and walking out of the room with her eyes rubbed. She didn't leave until Lena came back last night. Although she didn't know what happened, Claire probably had a premonition of Lena's thrill yesterday, but she didn't ask much. She believes Lena will tell her .

They seemed to have some tacit understanding and didn't speak much. They came to the hall on the first floor.

It's still half finished here. It seems that uncle Mason is no longer in the mood to celebrate his 60th birthday after learning about the death of his son West.

Behind the counter, uncle Mason was wiping the table with a rag. When he saw Lena and Claire, he laughed reluctantly.

"Today is my birthday. It should have been a good celebration. I let you down."

"Ah, happy birthday to you."

Lena said in a hurry, he had not prepared before, and could only find a crystal from the storage bag on the spot.

"It's a crystal that can calm the mind. It can calm the mood when you take it with you. Sorry, I have only such a gift."

This crystal is a magic prop that Lena used to practice his hand. The magic is mainly to calm people down. It is a small thing of little use.

After taking the crystal, uncle Mason quickly thanks. Maybe in this supposed hot birthday, he only received a gift from an outsider, Lena.

Just as Lena was about to check out, a head came in from the door.

"Is this the Windermere Hotel, please?"

The bald man had no hair, but there was a scar on his head. He had triangular eyes. He looked very fierce, but different from his slightly frightening appearance, his tone of inquiry was quite calm, showing a huge contrast.

"Yes, are you lodging?"

Uncle Mason put away the present Lena gave him and came out from behind the counter.

Anyway, life has to go on.

"No, er, how to say it."

Instead, the bald man became hesitant. He touched his bald head and went on.

"I'm here for West windmill."

"What?"

Uncle Mason was stunned. Hearing the name of his dead son from a stranger made the old man a little confused.

"Well, I'm Cohen Brett of Anaheim chamber of Commerce. I've been helped by Mr. West in the past, and he refused me to pay him. He just hopes that I can come to ohmster today and offer birthday wishes to his father. Mr. West said that his father likes to put celebrity photos at home, if people like me can go His father would be quite happy

Said Cohen bright, able to hear the sincerity of the tone.

"This..."

uncle Mason was stunned. He took a look at the dining room, where there was a wall. On the wall were photos of various celebrities and Windermere hotel. Some vain people liked this wall best, and he had boasted to others more than once.

"This is the windmill hotel? Where's the West kid? "

Before uncle Mason could react, a wild cry came from behind Cohen. He was a strong man with a full face and hair like a twisted tree root.

Behind the strong man came a loud noise.

Uncle Mason came to the door of the hotel.

What he saw was a group of strangers.

There are not only gentlemen in elegant gowns, with one-sided glasses and high hat, but also young people with casual clothes and beards, socialites dressed as if they could go to the ball next moment, and old people who are not able to move but still stand on crutches.

They obviously don't know each other, and the styles of their clothes come from different countries, and even the languages they use vary greatly.But all the people, they're all saying the same name.

West.

"Who are these people?"

Uncle Mason felt hard to breathe. There were countless words in his throat. He looked at Cohen and wanted to find out.

"I talked with them for a while. They were all people who had dealt with West and had been helped by him. Like me, West did not ask for their thanks. I just hope that they can offer birthday wishes to West's father today."

Cohen explained, in a mixed tone.

"I have been in contact with West for quite a long time. He told me that he had made irreparable mistakes and didn't want to drag down his parents, so he has been traveling on the mainland all these years and wanted to atone for his sins by helping others. He said that after he helped 100 people, he would return to his hometown and celebrate his father's 60th birthday in Mead This is the most important day for a man. He hopes his father will forgive him

Hearing Cohen's words, uncle Mason held the doorframe, dazed.

"To tell you the truth, I have been away from home for many years. In the past, I always wanted to stay away from my hometown and travel in a bigger world. But when I was successful, my parents had already died. Since then, I have no hometown to go back to. I can understand West's mood."

Cohen said with deep feeling that this time he came to ohmster, he was not only to fulfill the agreement with West, but also to fill the vacancy in his heart.

Maybe these people present also have their own homesickness. West's action awakens the emotion that they have been sleeping for many years. Only then can they travel far and come here.

What can't go is far away, what can't go back is hometown.

"This stupid son, just come back if you want to!"

Uncle Mason couldn't hold back his emotions. It was the first time he had cried since he heard the news of West's death.

Seeing all this, Claire gently took Lena's hand. She felt that her eyes were sour, and some indescribable emotion was overflowing in her chest, as if she was about to gush out.

Lena, on the other hand, took Claire's soft hand and whispered.

"Come on, it's time for us to go home, too."

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