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Meanwhile, Lucille brought Joseph into Madam Grant's courtyard. Culver, who was following them, looked at the environment inside, and his pupils dilated. No way. Were they going to stay there? "Mr. Joseph, Mrs. Collins, why don't I go and find some other place? It's too shabby here, and it's so small..." he muttered. "Yes," Joseph replied indifferently. "Go look for a seven-star hotel." Culver scratched his head. With a face full of embarrassment, he responded, "There aren't even any small hotels here, Mr. Joseph, let alone a seven-star hotel... Where am I supposed to find one?" Joseph glanced at him. "If you know, then why are you still asking?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Joseph. I didn't think it through." Culver lowered his head in shame, looking a little awkward. It made sense. If there was a proper place to stay in the village, Lucille wouldn't have chosen to stay in someone else's house. Lucille wasn't bothered, though. Although the yard was small, it was clean and tidy both on the inside a