"Don't think about that darn bill. Let's discuss ritualistic magic." Old Neil put away the candles, cauldron, and silver knife with a relaxed expression.
Klein really wanted to shrug his shoulders like the Americans in his previous life, but he ultimately didn't do such an ungentlemanly action.
He turned his attention back to the ritualistic magic itself and threw out the detailed questions that he had previously been puzzled about, and he received sufficient answers. For example, the incantation had a certain format. As long as it was satisfied and the key meaning was clearly expressed in Hermes, the other parts could be used freely. Of course, blasphemous and insufficiently reverent descriptions were absolutely forbidden.
This mysticism lesson lasted until noon. Old Neil coughed lightly.
"We have to return to Zouteland Street."
Having said that, he grumbled vaguely.
"I missed a lovely breakfast to collect those darn ingredients."
Klein looked around in amusement and puzzlement.
"Mr. Neil, don't you have a chef at home? Or a maid in charge of cooking? "
A weekly salary of twelve pounds was enough to take care of a few servants!
According to the newspapers, if accommodation and food were provided, hiring an ordinary chef would only require a weekly salary of 12 to 15 soli, not even a pound. The maidservants who did chores were even cheaper, with a weekly salary of 3 soli, 6 pence, to 6 soli. Of course, one could not rely on their culinary skills.
Uh, that's not right. With Mr. Neil still owing thirty pounds, it's normal for him not to hire a chef or servant …
I seem to have asked a question I shouldn't have asked again …
While Klein was regretting, Old Neil didn't mind at all. He shook his head and said, "I often try ritualistic magic at home and study Beyonder items and corresponding documents.
"I often try ritualistic magic at home and study Beyonder items and the corresponding literature. I won't and can't hire ordinary people as chefs, servants, and maids. I only get people to clean up regularly. And if they aren't ordinary people, do you think they'll be willing to do such work?"
"I seem to have asked a stupid question. Perhaps it's because I don't do anything that involves mysticism at home," Klein explained in a self-deprecating manner.
Old Neil had long stood up. He wore his round-brimmed felt hat and mumbled as he walked out the door.
"I seem to smell the aroma of pan-fried goose liver … When the bill is completely settled, I must have a good portion! I can definitely eat a whole piece of roast pork with apple sauce for lunch. No, that's not enough. I need a sausage with mashed potatoes … "
You're making me hungry … Klein swallowed his saliva and quickly followed Old Neil to the nearby public carriage stop.
When they returned to Zouteland Street, Old Neil had just gotten off the carriage when he suddenly hummed in acknowledgment.
"What did I see? Goddess, what did I just see? "
He suddenly became as agile as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. He quickly came to the roadside and picked up an item.
Puzzled, Klein approached it. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was an exquisitely crafted wallet.
With his eyesight and knowledge, it was difficult for him to tell whether the dark brown purse was made of cowhide or sheepskin. He only noticed that there was a small light blue coat of arms embroidered on it, and on the coat of arms was a white dove spreading its wings.
That was the first impression that Klein had, but from the second glance, his eyes were glued to the bulging wallet's banknotes.
They were gold pounds with a gray background and black patterns. There were at least twenty of them facing up!
Old Neil opened the wallet and took out the banknotes. After looking at them carefully, he immediately chuckled.
"Ten-pound notes. The respected Founder and Protector, William I. Oh, Goddess. A total of thirty of them. There are also a few five-pound, one-pound, and five-soli notes."
More than three hundred pounds? That's a huge sum in the truest sense of the word! I might not even be able to save that much money in ten years … Klein's breathing involuntarily turned heavy.
As the value of gold pounds was very high, picking up such a wallet was equivalent to picking up a suitcase of banknotes in his previous life.
"I wonder which gentleman dropped it … It's definitely not an ordinary person," Klein calmly analyzed.
Such a wallet clearly didn't belong to a lady.
"Don't worry about who he is." Old Neil chuckled. "It's not like we will try to take possession of money that doesn't belong to us. Let's wait here. I believe that gentleman will soon return to search for it. To anyone, this isn't something that can be easily given up."
Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief as he gained a brand new understanding of Old Neil's moral character.
He was previously worried that the man would use the excuse of being bestowed by the Goddess to use the money to repay the bill. He was thinking hard about how to stop him and persuade him.
Is this what it means to "do as you please, but do no harm"? Klein suddenly came to a realization.
The duo waited by the street for less than a minute before they saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage quickly drive over. The light blue coat of arms on the side was a white dove with its wings spread open.
The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a black suit and a bow tie of the same color left the carriage. He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and bowed.
He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and bowed, "Sirs, this should be my master's wallet."
"Your coat of arms proves everything, but I need to verify it again. This is my responsibility to everyone. May I know how much money is in the wallet?" Old Neil politely replied.
The middle-aged man was taken aback before he gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"As a butler, I shouldn't know how much money is left in my master's wallet. Sorry, please allow me to ask."
"That's your freedom." Old Neil made an inviting gesture.
The middle-aged man returned to the carriage's side and exchanged a few words with the person inside through the window.
He approached Klein and Old Neil again and said with a smile, "More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds.
"More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds. My master doesn't remember the exact amount."
Doesn't remember … What a rich man. If I had that much money, I would definitely have counted it over and over again … Klein was filled with envy.
Old Neil nodded and handed the wallet back.
"The Goddess proves that this belongs to you."
The middle-aged man took the wallet and did a rough count. Then, he pulled out three ten-pound notes.
"My master is Sir Deweyville. He said that he admires your qualities. This is the reward that honest people should receive. Please do not reject it."
Sir Deweyville? The Sir Deweyville who established the Deweyville Trust Company to provide cheap rental housing for low-level laborers? Klein immediately recalled the name.
He was a knight that his brother, Baansen, respected, but also felt that he wasn't realistic enough.
"Thank you, Sir. He is a kind and generous gentleman." Old Neil didn't stand on ceremony as he took the three notes.
After watching Sir Deweyville's carriage depart, he saw that there was no one around and turned to look at Klein. He flicked the notes and laughed.
"30 pounds. The bill is settled."
"I said that it would be settled in a reasonable manner."
"This is the power of magic."
… What the f * * king power of magic! That works too! Klein was dumbfounded once again.
After resting for a few minutes, he entered the staircase and climbed up to the security company.
He asked in puzzlement, "Mr. Neil, why didn't you ask for a bigger sum?"
"Don't be greedy, especially when performing ritualistic magic. Temperance is a key factor for every Mystery Pryer to live long enough," Old Neil explained in a relaxed and cheerful manner.
…
In the huge banquet hall, several chandeliers were lit with candles. They emitted a soothing aroma, and the amount of light they accumulated was not inferior to that of the gas lamps.
On the long tables were pan-fried foie gras, roasted steak, roasted chicken, fried mackerel, Desi oysters, lamb stew, cream soup, and other delicacies. In addition, there were bottles of Misty Champagne, Aurmir wine, and Southville red wine. They emitted an alluring luster under the illumination of the lights.
Servants in red vests carried trays with crystal cups and shuttled back and forth between the gentlemen and ladies who were either elegantly or gorgeously dressed.
Audrey Hall wore a long white dress with a standing collar, a high waist, and goat leg sleeves. Her upper body was tightly bound, and her waist was extremely thin. The multi-layered cupcake cut was perfectly supported by a whalebone hoop.
Her long blonde hair was tied up elegantly, and her earrings, necklace, and rings shone brightly. On her feet was a pair of white dancing shoes inlaid with roses and diamonds.
"Are there four, five, or six petticoats?" Audrey touched the petticoat with her right hand, which was wearing a white gauze glove.
Her left hand was holding a sparkling glass of champagne.
Audrey was not at the center of the banquet like she usually was, becoming the center of attention. Instead, she avoided the bustle and stood quietly in the shadows of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She took a sip of champagne and looked at the people in front of her in a manner that made it seem as if she did not belong there.
Earl Wolfe's youngest son was chatting with Viscount Conrad's daughter. He liked to wave his forearms to strengthen his tone. Well, the more he waved his arms, the more untrustworthy the content of his words. This was a proven conclusion … He could not help but elevate himself and belittle others, but he could not control his guilt. This would be expressed through the way he spoke and his body language …
Madam Della has used her left hand to cover her laughter again and again today. Yes, I know. She's showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand …
Her husband, Duke Of Negan, is discussing the situation with a few Conservative nobles not far away. Since the beginning of the banquet, he has only actively looked for his Madam Della once …
They barely make eye contact … Maybe, well, they're not as loving as they appear …
Madam Parnis has been made to laugh by Baron Larry seven times. This is normal and not surprising, but why does she look at her husband with a guilty look … Well, they're separated … No, they're going somewhere that leads to the garden …
…
In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would not have noticed in the past.
For a moment, she almost believed that she was watching a play.
"Everyone is a good actor …" She sighed silently, her eyes cold.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something. She turned her head abruptly and looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.
In the shadow, a large golden retriever sat quietly, looking inside at Audrey with tranquil eyes. Half of its body was hidden in the darkness.
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