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Muffins

Farrell heard Denise's last sentence from the end of the corridor. The woman probably said no one would die. Is correct. He wanted the entire Eden family dead, not just one. Maybe he should have resuscitated uncle before it was too late. But, that was later after he saved the mother of both Denise bodyguards.

As the party exited the room, Farrell slipped behind a broom closet. There, he could see them passing by himself to head towards the inn lobby below. It's Christo's turn.

Farrell waited in the closet for a few minutes. For him it was one of the longest minutes of his life. Heart's worried. Both to my mother and to Christo. Christo used his mere disguise. It was easy for uncle and the others to know. I hope Christo will do well. His mother was in a closed room. Jim and Joe sat across the room playing cards.

Come Remy. He brought a tray of tea and snacks. Remy walked down the wall and knocked on the door of the broom closet twice. A sign for Farrell that conditions outside are safe. Then, Remy walked away again without waiting for a reply from Farrell. Farrell himself waited for a few seconds before heading out to observe.

Remy arrived at the two big body guards. As usual, he took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking so as not to stutter. “I brought a snack for you, gentlemen.”

Jim looked up to him. “What pregnancy do you mean?”

“Ka— We used to provide three o'clock snack in the back dining room.” Remy was honest. Eden’s Lodge provides tea and snacks for all visitors. They are free to take it in the dining room. Usually the snack time lasts up to five hours. “Sa— I think you missed it. Ja— So, I brought it here. Especially at this time you seem to be busy.”

Joe squinted his eyes. “But, it's not three.” yet Joe is fully aware of the time difference. At his current place it was just past midnight. That is, on the back of Eden’s Lodge is also just past noon. Obviously not time for a snack yet.

“I— It... That's because.. Because I think if I give after three o'clock, you'll feel this leftover food. Ja— So, I brought it first.”

Jim laughed at hearing that. “What a good you, son! What's your name?” ask her while glancing at the plaque of Remy's name. “Hey, Remy, how old are you?”

“E— Sixteen, sir,” Reply Remy. A year younger than Albert.

“You are young, what makes you work here?” ask Jim again. “Economic demands?”

Remy placed a tray of tea and six tiny muffins on the table next to the deck of cards. “Ya... Such is.” Remy.

“Why not work in the fancy house of the officials only? Guaranteed the wages are greater.” Jim poured some tea and took one muffin.

Joe had bitten the muffin in half. “Even if they are usually chatty! Hahaha... I once worked as an employee there.. and...” Joe quit. He yawned and fell. His head hit the table, making a loud thumping sound.

Remy took a step back.

Jim still needs time to digest all of that. He shook Joe's body, curious. Then, he glanced at Remy and looked at him suspiciously.

Unfortunately, that reason didn't work. Jim kicked the table and got up. “What did you put in her food? Answer!” exclaim Jim. Remy trembled in his place not daring to speak or step. Jim pulled Remy's collar and shouted back. “Say! You tried to poison us!?”

Remy couldn't answer. Especially when he saw Jim clenching fists on him, Remy was only able to surrender and close his eyes, hoping everything passed quickly. But that didn't happen.

Farrell pulls Remy away before Jim punches him. As a result, Remy fell to the ground. It's better than getting a fist. Farrell himself took it by himself but did not fall. Jim's fist hit the empty air.

Eye contact occurs. Farrell sure saw Jim glaring at him. The big man must not have thought that he was in the inn. It seems that his presence made him forget about Remy. He instead swung his hand to catch Farrell now. Of course Farrell ran. Blurred.

“Back you, Farrell Eden!” Jim's screams echoed in the hallway.

Farrell is grateful that his uncle, aunt, and Denise are far behind. If they were here and heard that shout, Denise would have done something. Either it's with fireball magic or some other potion. It reminds Farrell of another thing Vincent gave him. Explosive capsules! Before executing this plan, Farrell split the capsule. Christo was carrying three capsules and himself was carrying two. However, throwing it right now at Jim would only cause a commotion.

While thinking, Jim was already behind him. He catches Farrell's arm and pushes him against the wall. Before Farrell could make a move, Jim grabbed him by the neck. Farrell felt his throat suffocate. He tried to get air into his lungs.

“Hooo... I got a nice catch,” Jim said. His face was so close to Farrell. He also grinned and glared at the same time. “Denise will love the gift I brought. Eden Farrell. You think you can just get away with it after making us fall asleep on the road? Hahaha.”.

Farrell wants to correct. It was Christo and Gizmo who put them to sleep in the alley. Farrell is unable to speak. He was busy looking for air. Jim's grip on him did not slack even tightened every second. His eyes began to water, blurring his gaze. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a fluorescent green shadow approaching slowly from behind. It's Remy!

Remy reached out from behind Jim. He punched the bodyguard's nose. Jim opened his mouth. At that moment, Remy immediately put one whole muffin into Jim's open mouth. Jim was flirting. Reflexively too, he tasted, chewing out the muffins. Still with his mouth full, Jim tried to protest. The words don't sound clear. Know-how, Jim had released his grip on Farrell and fell thumping. Just like Joe, Jim fell asleep.

Farrell slumped against the wall while coughing. He took a deep breath while calming down. He also blinked his eyes repeatedly trying to restore his sight. Farrell saw Remy fall down, trembling.

“Hei... Uhuk! Uhuk!” farrell said slowly, his neck still hurting. “Hei... Remy, are you okay?”

Remy looked back at him and nodded. Remy smiled at him. “Au— I— I managed to subvert it. You look? I put him to sleep!” Farrell was only able to nod as well and smile along. Remy saw Jim at his feet. “I managed to defeat people bigger than me!”

“You know, quality is not always measured from quantity.”

Remy nodded again. “Thank you.”

But, Farrell shook his head. “No, thank you. Now it's time to meet mom.”