"But, Mr Roger, the air force is still needed…" Alex, the eagle-like young man, slowly sat down and lowered his head. His voice became quieter as he spoke.
The moment the butler went back to the carriage at the very back, instead of reporting to his master, he suddenly took a cup of hot tea on the mini table inside the lavish carriage, and…
Actually, they didn't want to let her go out...but who knew that the 'Godfather' spirit descended once more, possessing Ainsley and forcing them to comply with his request.
However, it couldn’t do that. It was definitely hiding somewhere here, which meant it also had constraints. It was either disguising itself as a corps commander or one of the many morons here. Or it might have been waiting to attack me in the swamp as a powerful purebred member of the Maruka Clan.
"Anyway, let's observe the young miss. Those old foxes in the family might persuade her to choose them as her guardian. If the young miss picks the wrong guardian…" the blue-eyed elder expressed his worry.
With such a thought, Finley was determined to see whether Ainsley was a regressor or not. Sadly, the girl didn't seem to know about the future, which means she wasn't a regressor.
But Ainsley called them as if they're kids. However, could they protest? No. What Ainsley did just further strengthened their impression of the Godfather spirit.
It was one of the fastest and strongest beasts suitable to pull a magic carriage. But with its scarce number, only a monster like the Walter Family and those from the 7 great mafia families could afford it.