Chapter 363: Guardian Family (2-in-1, Please Subscribe!!!)

Late at night, Windsor Town.

Under a bright moon, a carriage arrived at the end of the street, stopping in front of a dilapidated stone house. The coachman opened the door, bowed, and said,

"Mr. Holmes, we have arrived."

The heather-root pipe emerged first, followed by a pair of gleaming leather shoes, a tailcoat, a top hat, and a walnut cane.

Glancing at the somewhat deserted street, Holmes handed two silver shillings to the coachman, "Wait for me here."

"Yes."

Stepping onto the stone porch, Holmes gently rapped on the drafty wooden door, which quickly opened a crack. A middle-aged man with the appearance of a farmer peered through the gap, warily eyeing Holmes before asking, "Who are you?"

Holmes tipped his hat slightly, "I am here for the gathering, here's my invitation."

Seeing the Doomsday Party badge that Holmes produced, the farmer opened the door, "Come in."