Chapter 627

I Was in Marvel, and the System Worked for Me

"Yes..."

"Oh, wait here." Rebecca skipped into the living room. "Young master... someone's here to see you!"

"Who?" Geralt asked.

"I don't know." Rebecca tilted her head. "Should I ask?"

"No." Geralt stopped her. "I'll ask."

"And be careful. Don't lose your head."

"Yes!" Rebecca clenched her fists. "I'll work hard to become a proper maid!"

What a lofty goal...

Geralt went to the door.

On the screen stood a woman in a long dress, a little over thirty, so haggard he could see it even through the camera.

A voice came from the intercom on the iron gate. "I'm Winchester."

The steady, confident voice put Melinda somewhat at ease. "Hello, Mr. Winchester. A friend told me you could handle certain... unusual matters."

"Unusual matters..." Geralt considered it. He had time on his hands anyway. He might as well find something to do.

"Come in."

The intercom fell silent, and the iron gate clicked open.

The flowers and plants in the yard were thriving. Someone had clearly tended them with care.

The front door opened.

A girl in a black-and-white maid dress stood there. She stepped aside, her face lit with inexplicable delight.

Then a black-haired teenager appeared.

Melinda guessed the teenager was the "young master" the maid had called for.

Then who was the deep-voiced Mr. Winchester?

"Hello. I'm Geralt Winchester."

"I'm Melinda Benjamin. Hello, Mr. Winchester?"

Geralt's voice sounded remarkably like the "Mr. Winchester" on the intercom, but Melinda could hardly believe it.

If it was him, Mr. Winchester was awfully young.

"If you mean the Mr. Winchester you spoke to earlier, then yes." Geralt could guess what Melinda was thinking. Too young, or something like that. He had heard it plenty of times.

Geralt went on, "Ms.