Thump, thump-thump!
Within Toran's rhythmic knocking lay the unique code of the "Inland River Cult."
And the contact person in the room immediately responded—
"Who is it?
If you're looking for 'Mrs. Gwen,' please come back in the evening.
She needs to work for 'Mr. Hacks' during the day."
That was the second part of the code.
Mrs. Gwen did indeed exist, and she was the owner of this house, a conservatively respected 'merciful woman.' Not only could she read and calculate, but she could also concoct some herbal remedies. On usual days, she acted as the family advisor for 'Mr. Hacks,' helping manage his wife and three children, similar to the role of a nanny combined with a home tutor.
So, this phrase was not problematic.
What was truly important was the answer.
"Alright, I understand that Mrs. Gwen needs to work for Mr. Hacks.
But I still hope to meet with you."
Toran replied.
The door opened.
It was Mr. Gwen, Mrs. Gwen's husband, who opened the door.
