Chapter 1247

Matthew reflected on how different times had been back then, with better startup opportunities. Noticing the blood on Miles' face, he quickly pushed aside the hair to examine the wound. Fortunately, it was just a scrap that had not reached the skull. Inside the house, Matthew found Hansel sitting on a wooden sofa, chain-smoking. Each drag consumed nearly a fifth of the cigarette. In the few minutes Matthew watched, Hansel had already gone through three cigarettes. He could sense that Hansel was troubled, and he could not bring himself to talk about his own affairs. "Are you here to plead Miles's case?" Hansel asked, frowning at Matthew. Matthew shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm here on different business. I'm from The Farmers, and I've come to retrieve a book." Hansel looked surprised. "You're really from The Farmers?" Matthew pulled out a golden wheat stalk. "Does this convince you?" Hansel nodded. "The Golden Wheat? I believe you now. Nobody would bother impersonating a decli