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Squeak...
Click!
The heavy iron door made a teeth-gritting screech as it closed solidly behind them.
"Please follow me," the butler said.
The old butler led the way, his face stern and without a word, just like the maids in the villa, silent and reticent.
Built with stone, the villa resembled a castle, its corridors dimly lit, barely allowing a glimpse of the scrupulously clean portraits hanging on both sides of the walls, judging from the inscriptions below them...
Apparently, the portraits were of successive patriarchs of the Rickman Family.
The age of the villa was indeterminable, but one could deduce from its derrière that it was unquestionably an antique structure; it also indicated that the Rickman family had been living here for a very long time.
Click...
The old butler led Marvin and the others to a massive door, knocked twice before pushing it open halfway and slipped inside: "Sir, Father Marvin and the others have arrived... Yes."
