Chapter 65: Chapter 62 Good Uncle

The crimson moon of Cassandra remained clear and unchanged.

Lyle removed his clothing and digested the knowledge of the day.

Knock knock.

Picking up Medusa, the orb used its tentacles to hoist itself up, hovering right above the door.

Lyle opened the door.

The gloomy Ralph stood outside, his face shadowed by the brim of his hat, making his expression unclear.

"Uncle," Lyle stepped aside to make way, inviting him in.

Ralph did not move.

"Bran Sherley was sent to the church three hours ago..."

"..."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Why would Uncle suspect me?"

"Because I'm your kin, I understand you," Ralph said, standing outside Lyle's cabin, taking off the hat from his head and placing it on Lyle's, "Your expression is very somber, which is your weakness. Your emotions always show on your face; you need it more than I do."

Lyle's face was covered, and he also saw that Ralph's indifferent face still had sharpness in his eyes.