"Please wait a moment. Would you like coffee or tea?" Belinda asked enthusiastically.
Klein smiled.
"When I was young, I liked coffee and the strong aroma, but now, I can accept black tea more."
"I also prefer black tea. How about … a cup of marquis black tea?" Baylin suggested with a smile.
The coffee and black tea served by the Metropolitan Household Servant Assistance Association were of average quality, belonging to the lower-middle grade. The marquis black tea was brought from home by Baylin for her own enjoyment.
Klein wasn't an ignorant person. In fact, he was very observant. Just now, when he entered, he had subtly taken in all the details of the surrounding environment. He found that the coffee and black tea cans in the display cabinet were very ordinary. He believed that the quality of the things inside would definitely not be too high. Therefore, he believed that the Marquis black tea was either a collection of the association, used to entertain distinguished guests, or it was the private possession of the lady in front of him. But no matter what, it was enough to show the other party's sincerity.
He didn't expose her.
"Thank you, I can't refuse your offer.
"How should I address you, ma 'am?"
"Baylin, just call me Baylin." Baylin's smile bloomed like a flower.
She then walked briskly into the inner room and asked the colleague who was really in charge of the documents to pick out a suitable candidate. Then, she returned to the reception desk, picked up a tin can inlaid with silver, and skillfully brewed black tea.
Sigh, he had a good-looking face, a nice temperament, and clothes that reflected his status. Even though he was already middle-aged, he could still feel the kindness of a beautiful girl … This was the first time Klein had experienced something like this, and he couldn't help but sigh.
This made him realize the importance of the faceless man's rule of "only himself."
If one didn't keep this in mind and indulged in the advantages brought by one's appearance, one would maintain the corresponding appearance, forget or even reject their past selves, and gradually lose themselves!
Soon, Baylin came over with a white porcelain teacup inlaid with gold. She placed it in front of Dawn Dantès and smiled.
"It still needs to cool for a while."
Klein looked down at the cup and said half-jokingly,
"This will help me adjust my mood and treat this cup of black tea more formally."
His implied compliments and thanks lifted Belinda's spirits, and she felt that Mr. Dantès was a true gentleman, and that he had a way with words.
He's definitely not a believer of the Lord of Storms … Baylin combed her slightly curly brown hair and returned to the inner room to urge her colleague.
Not long after, she came back with a stack of documents and sat on the sofa beside her.
"After screening, there are three suitable butlers here. Let me introduce them.
"The first one is Mr. Asnia, 55 years old. He used to serve Viscount Yorkville, but because the viscount's investment in mineral exploration failed, the family's finances were in crisis. The viscount had no choice but to sell the manor and dismiss a large number of servants. In the past ten years, he has been employed by two tycoons and made outstanding contributions to the management of their families."
As she spoke, Belin's brown eyes glowed as if there were two stars hidden in them, carrying the unique vigor of a young girl.
Klein nodded slightly.
"Then why did he leave the two millionaires?"
Baylin replied with a smile,
"The first tycoon made a huge investment in East Balam, and his entire family moved there. Mr. Asnia wasn't willing to leave Baekeland, so he offered to resign. The second tycoon's health wasn't too good, so he handed the family's matters to his children. As for that gentleman, he had a butler that he trusted more.
"Mr. Asnia is a believer of the Evernight Goddess, and his political leanings lean towards the Conservative Party. He requests an annual salary of 130 pounds."
"May the Goddess bless him." Klein tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion, drawing the crimson moon.
Belin's eyes lit up.
"Mr. Dantès, are you also a believer of the Goddess?"
"Of course." Klein nodded with a smile without further explanation.
It's no wonder he's so gentle! Belin marveled inwardly as she continued her introduction.
"Mr. Rebach, 48 years old. He once served the Negan family as a deputy butler and assistant butler. Later, he became Baron Syndras' butler in a deal.
"Not long after the Duke Of Negan was assassinated, Mr. Rebach, who had reached the end of his service, failed to obtain a new contract from the baron. He had no choice but to seek help from our association.
"He's a shallow believer of the Lord of Storms. There's nothing wrong with his character, and his political leanings lean towards the Conservative Party. He requests an annual salary of 120 pounds."
Klein listened quietly, nodding from time to time in agreement without interrupting Belin's narration.
Belin flipped through the paper and took a few glances before saying again, "Third, Mr. Walter.
He's 42 years old. He used to be a manor steward and butler assistant at Viscount Conrad's house. Due to certain matters, he had a conflict with the butler and chose to leave. He requests an annual salary of 115 pounds.
"He's a believer of the Evernight Goddess, and his political leanings are the New Party."
The new governor-general of Oravi Island is a member of Viscount Conrad's family. Their family is a loyal supporter of the royal family … The corresponding information quickly flashed through Klein's mind.
After the introduction, Belin handed over the stack of documents.
"Mr. Dantès, who do you wish to choose?"
Klein thought for a few seconds before saying with a smile, "Let's do it this way.
I'll get the three of them to come to my place at nine tomorrow morning. I'll meet them and have a chat before making a decision. "
He knew that such associations didn't provide lodging and were purely an intermediary organization. Even if he were to confirm his candidate, he would have to wait until the afternoon or the next day to meet his butler. Therefore, he might as well hold a small interview to choose the one he wanted.
"No problem," Belin said with a faint smile. "What's your address?"
Klein drank a mouthful of black tea, picked up a pen and paper on the table, and wrote down the current hotel's location and name.
"You … just arrived in Baekeland?" Belin took a glance and blurted out a question.
It was only at this moment that she realized that Mr. Dawn Dantès's skin was darker than normal. It was slightly bronzed, as though he had been exposed to the sun for a long period of time. He had a rugged look to him.
Yes, his accent isn't from Baekeland either … Belin slowly recalled more details.
Klein smiled.
"I came from Desi Bay, and I was waiting for an excellent butler to help me find a suitable house and servants."
After handing over a three-pound deposit, he politely drank another mouthful of black tea and got up to bid farewell.
Belin walked him all the way to the door and watched him board the carriage.
Mr. Dantès seems to be a tycoon as well … Compared to that, his bearing and gentlemanly style are more charming … Belin stood in her spot as she thought.
In the carriage, Klein half-closed his eyes as he leaned against the wall. He couldn't help but calculate the following expenses.
The butler is about 120 pounds, the valet is 35 pounds, the chef is 30 pounds, the gardener is 25 pounds, the carriage driver is 25 pounds, the family nurse is 20 pounds, three regular maids are 15 pounds, and three handyman maids are 10 pounds. This way, just the servants' expenses will be 330 pounds a year. It's roughly equivalent to six pounds and seven soli a week. This exceeds my weekly salary back in Tingen City.
Furthermore, I need a carriage that costs about a hundred pounds. I also need a garden house, which costs about two pounds a week. Together with the expenses for food, clothes, and charcoal for such a large group of people, the total is ridiculous.
Is this the daily life of a tycoon …
Klein suddenly regretted creating such a persona.
He exhaled and tried his best to throw the matter to the back of his mind. He took the carriage to Phelps Street in North Borough.
There was a pure black cathedral here with a bell tower on each side. It presented a symmetrical beauty. It was none other than the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess's Baekeland diocese, Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Klein adjusted the handkerchief in his left pocket, held his gold-inlaid cane, and walked into the cathedral. He passed through the quiet corridor and arrived at the prayer hall under the sunlight that pierced through the stained glass.
It was very dark here, making one involuntarily feel calm. Klein randomly found a seat, leaned on his cane, took off his hat, and focused on praying with his eyes closed.
Time ticked by. After listening to the sermon, he slowly got up and walked to the altar. He bowed at the bishop with short black hair before coming to the donation box beside him.
After silently exhaling, Klein took out two ten-pound notes and six five-pound notes and threw them in.
The bishop's expression couldn't help but soften when he saw this scene from the corner of his eye.
Normally speaking, unless it was a request for donations or a posthumous donation, the donation box in the cathedral would only receive a few dozen pounds.
This meant that the other party was a tycoon, a rich person!
PS: It's a little rushed, so there aren't many words. Seeking monthly recommendation votes on Monday ~
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