Hevin was about to ask for two invitations to Enid's party.

The ground on both sides of the streets in Wharton's West End is paved with flat and smooth stone bricks, allowing the nobles and wealthy people to stroll around easily and leisurely.

In the middle of the street, there are both luxurious three-horse carriages and black cars with capitalists riding in them.

On both sides of the road, aristocratic ladies holding parasols laughed like silver bells from time to time, talking about which clothes would be more beautiful on whom; several young men gathered in a circle and talked loudly about Inlans.

What will happen if the Knights fight against the Church Army of the Primordial Fire?

Hewen was wearing a brown vest, a gray shirt, and a pure black coat. The man walked on the street and blended into the crowd naturally.

Until someone found him.

A blond woman looked at Hewen from a distance, with a look of hesitation and uncertainty in her eyes.

But the next moment she lifted up her skirt and walked towards Hewen with short steps.

The young and beautiful woman soon came to Hewen. She looked at the man's changing cheeks with disbelief:

"Who are you……"

In the end, Nelly opened her eyes wide in surprise:

"Heven, have you come to Wharton City?"

Hewen nodded:

"Long time no see, Nelly."

Seemingly realizing that her enthusiasm was too different from her previous attitude, Nelly cleared her throat and calmed down, but she could not hide the joy in her eyes:

"Hevin, um, I want to say that I really appreciate that, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, the monster would still be disguising itself as our father, and the father's body would slowly rot under the soil.

We can't even hold a funeral for him."

Hevin replied:

"It's okay, this is what I should do."

Nelly didn't know how to answer Hewen's somewhat formal answer. She looked at Hewen's face with some embarrassment, but didn't know where to put her eyes.

"Well, Hevin, where are you going?"

Hevin replied:

"Visiting an old friend."

Nelly turned around and looked around, realizing that the two were chatting in the middle of the street:

"Mr. Hevin, if you have time, you must come and sit at our house. Mother and Jimmy will be very surprised to see you. Our whole family wants to express our gratitude to you."

Hewen nodded:

"If I have time, I will definitely pay him a visit."

Although he could detect Nelly's genuine joy, Hevin had no intention of actually visiting her family.

When he saw Rebecca on the street, he could feel a faint but firm resistance in the woman's eyes.

Hewen said casually:

"By the way, the Ax of Mortavi is with you now?"

Nelly drew the hatchet directly from her lower back:

"Yes, I carry it with me at all times."

Hewen said:

"How is your mother lately?"

Nelly replied:

"She is very good. Although my mother has not completely gotten over the shadow of her father's death, she has recently returned to a normal life and often attends banquets with her new friends."

Nelly showed a look of reluctance, but there was no hesitation in her tone:

"Hevin, do you want the ax back? If you want it back, I will give it back to you. You gave it to your mother at the beginning. I feel that even if she gave it to me, I have no right to own it.

"

Hewen shook his head:

"I didn't give the Ax of Mortavi to your mother, but it chose Rebecca. Now it's not Rebecca who gave the ax to you, but the ax chose you."

Nelly said doubtfully:

"Choose me?"

Hewen said:

"Mortavi does not just change its owner's ax casually. If it abandons its original owner, and it is not because of the original owner's death, then there is only one possibility."

Nelly's voice was a little nervous:

"What's wrong, mother?"

Hewen said:

"It believes that its owner is no longer worthy of holding it, otherwise even if the owner buries it, Motavi will return to the owner the next day.

"It is only held by those who have courage, and your mother has probably lost her courage."

Nelly asked eagerly:

"What courage, the courage to face life?"

Hewen smiled slightly:

"Although Motavi is not the kind of evil ax that will kill its owner, it is not a kind and good weapon either. The prerequisite for holding it is the courage to kill."

Nelly was stunned:

"But I don't dare to kill anyone."

Hevin replied:

"Only those who admit the difficulty of killing need the courage to kill. Nobles don't need courage to give orders, and children don't need courage to pull the trigger that doesn't know what it does."

"Rebecca once had more courage than anyone else and knew better than anyone the pain of killing someone, but now she has forgotten."

Nelly said:

"Isn't it good to forget the pain?"

Hewen said:

"It's certainly a good thing to forget the pain, but what Rebecca forgot was the courage to face the pain in the first place. You'd better spend more time with your mother.

"Courage is not something that only lasts for a day or two. If Rebecca had not experienced anything, it would be impossible to lose the trust of the Ax of Mortavi."

Nelly opened her mouth reflexively. She wanted to ask Hevin for help, but the next moment she realized that she was not qualified to ask Hevin for help.

Hewen has helped them too much, and now it is she who owes Hewen, not Hewen who owes her.

Nelly straightened her expression:

"Uncle Hevin, if you are free, you must come to Taylor Mansion to see my mother and I. We would like to express our gratitude to you."

Hewen said:

"Definitely, if I'm free."

Realizing that she had nothing to say to Hevin, Nelly turned her head and looked at the surrounding environment, and then said slowly:

"Well, I'll leave first. By the way, I'm only at home on Saturdays and Sundays every week. If Hewen wants to find me, he can go to Wharton University to find me."

Hewen gave the girl a polite smile and then moved on.

Nelly stood there and watched Hewen move towards the city center. At this moment, she suddenly thought about how she would feel if Hewen turned back at this time.

Excited, nervous, or scared?

Nelly doesn't know.

There are many things she doesn't know. For example, she doesn't know why she said those words just now, and she doesn't know what her feelings are at the moment.

At the same time, she also didn't know that Hevin was not completely telling the truth, especially about the Ax of Mortavi.

He did not tell the girl that although the Mortavi Ax did choose its owner based on whether a person had the courage to kill, the requirements of the ax were more than what Hevin said.
Chapter completed!