Soon, this unique massage session ended. By then, Vania's babies at home had already sent her information on the boss of this hotel. Vania looked at the message. "The boss of this hotel is a woman."
Suddenly, something odd seemed to burst into her mind. "Could she be that woman from 20 years ago?"
Even though Vania had no proof to support her suspicions, this thought still lingered persistently in Vania's head.
"I'll send this photo to that fortune-teller and tell him to verify her identity."
Even though 20 years was a long time, after reaching adulthood, one's face wouldn't change too much if nothing major happened to alter it. Hanson looked at the message on Vania's phone, which her babies had sent. "That's all?"
Vania nodded, confused as well. "Yes."
Perhaps someone had purposefully hidden some information. What exactly happened in the Apothecary's Family? Why is so much information wiped? Is it simply because they don't want anyone to find them?
"We'll go see the boss of this hotel tomorrow morning." Vania's gaze was firm.
"Okay." Hanson reached out and embraced her, finally managing to calm her anxious mind a little.
The next morning, as soon as Vania opened her eyes, she saw the message her babies had sent to her, which appeared to disappoint her.
"They still haven't found any information on Old Mr. Bamboo." He looked over at Hanson wistfully, so he comforted her by giving her a peck on the forehead. "It's okay. We're already proceeding smoothly, aren't we?"
They were only in Gondalwelt for a day, but they had already found an important clue. Just then, Larry knocked on the door. "President Luke, the hotel's boss, is confirmed to be the woman from 20 years ago."
The fortune-teller vividly remembered the incident, as if it had just happened yesterday, so he could recognize her right away. Vania was extremely shocked as she looked at Hanson. "Who should we see first? Old Mr. Bamboo or the boss of the hotel?"
"Old Mr. Bamboo."
We mustn't alert anyone before we can accumulate enough clues.
After a simple breakfast, the four immediately went to Bamboo Pavilion by car.
Bamboo Pavilion was already desolate enough, and since it was still early in the morning, the appearance of Vania and her companions turned into an unexpected sight. In a moderately sized yard, a few round tables were laid out. At the moment, a few workers were cleaning up the place.
When a worker saw Vania and the others enter, he asked in a considerably polite manner, "Are you here for a storytelling session?"
Vania nodded. "Yes, we are."
"I'm sorry, but our master isn't performing today. You came at the wrong time, I'm afraid."
Just then, Hanson stepped forward. "Old Mr. Bamboo is extremely talented, but his fame wasn't great enough. I thought that I might be able to help him change his situation."
As soon as Hanson said those words, the workers exchanged glances among themselves.
It was true. Old Mr. Bamboo had dedicated his whole life to storytelling, but now his reward wasn't on par with his expectations, so he had been troubled by that for a long time.
Old Mr. Bamboo always hoped that he could meet someone who could recognize his talents, but even in his old age, his wish wasn't fulfilled.
In recent years, he was advancing in age, and his heart was even more troubled. He used to hold a storytelling session every day, but now he could only do it every other day.
One of the workers was Old Mr. Bamboo's favorite student. When he heard those words, his face immediately lit up. "Please, sit down and have some tea. I'll go get Old Mr. Bamboo right away."
He sincerely wanted to help his master rise in fame.
Hanson sat at a round table, but he didn't drink the tea as he simply waited patiently.
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