Actually, they didn't want to let her go out...but who knew that the 'Godfather' spirit descended once more, possessing Ainsley and forcing them to comply with his request.
Everyone was carrying a gun on their shoulders. As soon as they glanced at the back of an unfamiliar man, they suddenly turned around and shot a sharp and straight gaze at him…
What's going on, ah? I'm clearly not replenishing my energy and made a level up instead. How come I feel better? Could it be my problem was truly because of lacking energy?
But Ainsley called them as if they're kids. However, could they protest? No. What Ainsley did just further strengthened their impression of the Godfather spirit.
Air pressure was actually a non-common ability, but people usually used it only for suppressing someone because it took a long time or a lot of energy to injure someone.
With the elder dismissing the guests' complaint, no one could refute anymore. Those who were rejected immediately left the hall, while those who hadn't met Ainsley started to act cautiously.
"Wahhhh, leave me! You meanie cat. You steal my bed, and then you ignore me, and and…" Ainsley didn't use her baby talk anymore. She felt that it's useless in front of this cardboard lover.
This old man was dressed in a dirty manner with messy hair and some dirt on his face. His eyes were large with brown light shining in his pupils. Two whiskers grew on the corners of his mouth like fish whiskers.
Whenever the baby said: "Hewlo, unclhe, auntwie, twank ywou fol youl hald wolk! (Hello, uncle, Auntie, thank you for your hard work!)" Everyone would melt under such praise and appreciation.