Chapter 5 Went Back Home?

After walking out of the apartment and going down Mount Louga, Ryan bought two mutton pies from a roadside stall. After the meal, he sat in a public carriage that carried guests on the side of the road. The starting price was ten Finneys. After one kilometer, according to the number measurement device, each kilometer would cost five Finneys.

The nobles and merchants all had private carriages, and most of the people who took public carriages were middle-class, such as the managers of the merchant association or low-level administrative officials.

The Mount Louga community where Ryan was located was far away from the Holy Roland Block where his uncle and his family lived.

About ten kilometers.

In the past, in order to save money, Ryan would choose to walk to Holy Roland.

With his speed, even if he walked very fast, it would take him more than three hours.

Now he no longer valued money as much as before. Money was something that could not be accumulated purely by saving. The time he spent to save a few dozen Finneys was a waste to him.

Half an hour later, Ryan arrived at the Holy Roland Community.

The streets of Holy Roland were wide and clean. There was a lawn on both sides of the road, and behind the lawn were rows of independent buildings. There were more than two or three floors in these small buildings. Behind those small buildings, there was a backyard. The row of buildings were near the Lanceton River. When the sunshine was gentle, people could put some chairs and coffee tables in the backyard. They could sit on the chairs and drink tea, looking at the beautiful Lanceton River.

On the other side of the river was the majestic Holy Cross Cathedral, and there was a tall stone bridge across the Lanceton River, connecting the two sides of the river.

Although Holy Roland was in the southern district, it was different from most of the blocks here.

On Earth, most of the people living here were called middle-class, among which there were lawyers, municipal government officials, businessmen, doctors, and small merchants who are not rich...

There was an unwritten rule in this world.

The community was related to classes.

The nobles only lived in the areas of the nobles. Most of the middle-class lived together with the middle-class. The poor could only live in the slums. For example, for the nobles in Lanceton, even if one was just a small lord, he would live in the northern district. If they lived in the southern district, even in a high-end community like Holy Roland, they would hide their names and not carve their family crest on the wall.

Legend had it that in this block, there were some nobles who had lost their property.

Jordan Bell was Ryan's uncle. He was actually not qualified to live in the Holy Roland.

A long time ago, the Bell family had lived in the port area. Jordan had been just a sailor who had earned a living on a voyage merchant ship. Ryan's mother, Mary Bell, had been a clerk of a trading company.

Seventeen years ago, Ryan's mother, Mary Bell, had met a mysterious gentleman named Charles. The gentleman had bought a house in this neighborhood and had given it to Mary. Ryan had been born in this house and had lived here for thirteen years.

When he ahd been thirteen, he had been sent by Jordan to the trading company as an apprentice and had left this place.

Every year, he would only return two or three times.

Now, the owner of the house had become Jordan.

In addition, the dozen or so Gold Louis that Mary had left for Ryan had also belonged to Jordan.

After all, when she had died, Ryan had still been young, not even seven years old.

As for the gentleman named Charles, Ryan had never seen him before.

Maybe he had met the man, but he had still been a baby at that time and had no memory.

In the childhood of Ryan, when he had been in pain, he had always dreamed that his father could fall from the sky and save him from the sea of suffering.

When he grew up, he already understood that fantasy and reality had nothing to do with each other, so the figure of that person gradually left in his memory.

People could only rely on themselves!

This was the youth's life experience.

Not long after, Ryan arrived in front of an independent building.

Behind the lawn that was trimmed very neatly like a green carpet was a three-story building. The windows of the building were carved with patterns, red, yellow, and green walls. The colors were very gorgeous, and there were stone sculptures on both sides of the roof. They were eagles and leopards.

"Ryan, welcome home!"

Ryan's eldest cousin, Ronzo Bell, stood on the porch smoking a cigarette and greeted Ryan with a smile.

Ronzo was twenty-three years old this year. He was tall, 1.9 meters. And he was wearing a gentleman's suit worth more than ten Louis, a tall bowler hat, white shirt, a pair of black pants and a black vest. His blue silk tie was neatly ironed, with a gold-encrusted lapel pin.

He had a rather handsome face.

However, the hawk-nosed, thin lips on his face and his deep wrinkle as he smiled made him look a little mean and difficult to approach.

Ronzo had been educated since he was a child. After graduating from middle school, he entered the municipal office to work. In the Franka Empire, the administrative staff was divided into seven levels, and the highest level was No.1 level. Now, he was a sixth level civil servant, no longer the lowest level clerk.

In the process, Jordan Bell spent a lot of money.

He was the future of the Bell family, the beloved son of his uncle and aunt. If he did not have the work of the municipal government, the Bell family would not have stayed in this block.

Right now, his uncle Jordan was just a small manager of a trading firm at the port. His aunt Susan was a housewife, and his second cousin James, on the surface, was a bartender at a bar in Baker Street, but he was actually just a street thug.

Only Ronzo Bell had a promising future.

In the future, if they could marry the daughter of a fallen noble or the widow of a wealthy merchant, the Bell family would be able to sustain their life on this street.

With Ronzo's ability and attractiveness, this was not a difficult matter.

In the past, Ronzo Bell always disdained Ryan. Not to mention outside, even if he saw Ryan in this room, he would not greet him. Even if Ryan greeted him, he would turn a blind eye to it, although this house was the property left by his poor aunt, and he could only study and enter the municipal government department thanks to the money left by the poor aunt.

But now, he greeted Ryan with a smile.

Moreover, he said welcome home.

Home?

Was this still his home?

Ryan snorted in his heart. He took off his hat, bent over, and nodded.

In the face of his sudden enthusiasm, Ryan did not have any extra reaction. He was almost the same as usual. His expression was dull and he was not as flattered as Ronzo thought. This made his pre-planned reaction useless.

For a moment, the scene was slightly awkward.

If it was possible, he did not want to see this family.

Even the young Ryan didn't have a good impression of his uncle's family. The young man just didn't like to talk, but he wasn't an idiot. He had a balance in his heart. He knew who was good and who was bad.

The reason he came here was to take away the things left by his mother.

His mother had left a lot of things for Ryan. The valuable things had been taken by his uncle's family, leaving only some things that they thought were worthless. Most of them were letters and diaries. Now, they were placed in a cardboard box in the basement.

Perhaps he would be able to find some clues related to his past through the diaries.

Ryan walked to the door, and Ronzo had already opened it.

Then, he turned his head and smiled at Ryan.

"Cousin, have you thought it through?"