Saint Samuel Cathedral, inside the prayer hall.
The black-haired bishop retracted his gaze and stopped looking at the middle-aged gentleman in front of the donation box. He didn't have any thoughts of chatting with him.
Here, in front of the altar, he represented the Church. Under the Goddess's watch, it was impossible for him to treat anyone warmly just because they donated more.
However, he remembered the man's rather good looks and mature and elegant bearing. He planned on trying to get to know him if he had the chance to meet him again in the future.
As he silently watched the last note slide into the donation box, Klein closed his eyes and turned to leave.
When he passed by the preacher, he deliberately glanced at the clergyman and nodded with a smile.
The bishop returned a warm smile and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to make contact with the relevant personnel. He wanted his actions to be logical and not appear suspicious. He calmly and coolly turned his body to the side to let a believer pass. He walked along the aisle back to his seat, picked up his hat and cane, and walked out of the cathedral.
At that moment, the believers who had finished listening to the sermon either went to the donation box to express their sincerity or stood up and left. They didn't find anything wrong with it because it wasn't forced.
Even devout believers who loved donating wouldn't throw money into the donation box every time they came. Usually, they would do it once or twice a week or two depending on the family's situation.
The commoners would donate a few pence each time, the middle class would donate three to five soli, and the rich and nobles wouldn't donate more than a hundred pounds in gold pounds.
This was the typical situation. Every year, on the Evernight Goddess's day of holy sacrifice, which was also known as Winter Gifts Day, the amount of a single donation would increase greatly. The wealthy commoners would choose two to three soli, and the middle class would choose about five pounds. The members of high society would directly donate to the diocese's bishop or the Church's charity organizations, ranging from a few hundred pounds to a few thousand pounds.
Winter Gifts Day referred to the day when the night was the longest every year. It was believed to be the Evernight Goddess's birthday.
…
After leaving the cathedral, Klein stood at the edge of the square outside and watched as flocks of white pigeons flew up and circled back down as though nothing had happened.
He even bought some food from the surrounding hawkers and leisurely fed the pigeons. He didn't plan on flipping through the newspaper advertisements to find a suitable residence in North Borough because that was the butler's mission.
An excellent butler who had lived in Baekeland for many years should know which streets the different nobles, rich people, and the upper-class people who could provide assistance to their masters lived in. From there, he could choose his residence with a purpose.
Interacting with neighbors was the first step for newcomers to enter their circle!
"Whether it's the Carlton Club where the bigwigs of the Conservative Party gather, the Freedom Club of the New Party, or the various clubs of active or retired military officers that represent the military, they all require a sufficiently powerful referral before they can come into contact with them … Sigh, this is the so-called club politics in the kingdom." Klein pulled his thoughts back and thought about what he should do after the act of feeding the pigeons was over.
After serious consideration, he realized that there was really nothing that he needed to do immediately, because the plan was still on the surface.
Therefore, he prepared to enjoy an expensive but sumptuous lunch. This was something that Dawn Dantès should do, and it was also something that Klein was curious about.
In the few months he had been in Baekeland, he had never mustered the courage to visit the most famous restaurants in the metropolis. He had been choosing between his own restaurant, the Quelaag Club's buffet cafeteria, an ordinary restaurant on the street, and Lawyer Jurgen's restaurant. Occasionally, he would head to East Borough and have his breakfast or lunch at a greasy coffee shop.
Laborre Restaurant? Their head chef is said to be from Earl Hall's family. He provides rich people, lawyers, and high-ranking government employees with an aristocratic flavor that they normally wouldn't come into contact with … Earl Hall seems to have invested in this restaurant and has quite a bit of shares … Hmm, this restaurant specializes in local Baekeland dishes. It's very famous for its desserts, and the prices are very unfriendly …
Intis Serenzo Restaurant. This place has the purest Intis dishes. Heh heh, many of the signature dishes are made under Rosell's name. It's said that they came from the emperor's palace … Besides, it's not like most restaurants of the same level, which only provide a few main dishes to choose from every day. It's very rich in variety … Klein recalled the information he had read about top restaurants from newspapers and magazines, and finally decided to experience the emperor's palace dishes.
He didn't stay any longer. He hailed a carriage and headed for Intis Serenzo Restaurant in West Borough.
At the entrance, Klein handed his coat, hat, and cane to a waiter in a red vest.
He asked, "Is there any space left? I don't have a reservation. "
"Yes, there is." The waiter didn't seem to be surprised as he asked humbly, "Sir, is this your first time here? Are you alone? "
Klein nodded frankly and smiled.
"Yes."
"Then, may I have the honor of introducing our restaurant's most unique dishes and famous wines to you?" the waiter said as he led the customers in.
"That's exactly what I need." Klein passed through the ornate door and saw the walls that seemed to reflect golden light.
At that instant, he seemed to be in a vault.
Then, he noticed the oil paintings hanging on the walls, the marble statues placed in appropriate spots, and the gold objects that were embedded or embellished in different spots.
"Please take note of your steps." Reminded the red-vested attendant as he led Klein to a seat by the window. The melodious melody of a violin could be heard from a distant band.
The waiter brought over the menu and wine list, flipped through it, and introduced them.
"Our most famous dishes here are: Braised Dagea Ribs, Black Truffle Boletus, Intis -style Foie Gras. I'd like to mention that the ingredients for foie gras come from the Bonas Farm in the Champagne Province of the Kingdom of Intis …"
As Klein listened to the waiter's introduction, he browsed through the menu that was written in ancient Feysac. His attention was drawn to the prices on it.
After introducing the main course, appetizers, and desserts, the waiter began explaining the wine pairings.
Finally, he said, "Our champagne, red wine, and white wine are all from famous wineries in the Champagne Province. We even include the Aurmir red wine from 1330. It's worth 126 pounds. If you purchase it, you can take it away or store it here for a drink every time."
126 pounds … I can hire an excellent butler with that … Heh heh … Klein smiled in a very gentlemanly manner.
"Your dishes and wine are excellent. It's hard to choose."
The waiter in a red vest smiled attentively.
"You can choose today's head chef's recommendation. Our head chef will pair you with a pure and delicious meal for Intis. It has three options: 15 pounds, 10 pounds, and 8 pounds."
I don't wish to choose any of them … Klein leaned back slightly and smiled.
"15 pounds."
"Alright." The waiter put away the menu and wine list and walked towards the kitchen.
Klein took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he casually sized up the area in front of him.
Suddenly, he saw a slightly familiar figure. It was a lady wearing an olive-green dress.
She was tall and had excellent proportions. She wore an old-fashioned black bonnet, and a thin veil hung down, concealing her face.
As a Faceless, Klein had a strong ability to distinguish human appearances. He immediately recognized the lady.
Queen Mystic, Rosell The Great's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustav!
He didn't hurriedly retract his gaze as he naturally shifted his gaze to the side. Bernadette didn't seem to notice anything amiss as she disappeared at the staircase.
Why is she here? Right, this restaurant's signature dish is Rosell The Great's palace cuisine. Heh, it's completely different from what I imagined it to be. The Emperor probably doesn't know how to cook. At most, he can explain his philosophy. There's indeed stir-fried food here … Hmm, could she be the mastermind? Why is she here in Baekeland instead of wandering at sea? Hasn't she already found Hero Bandit Black Emperor? Klein sat calmly on the surface, but questions arose in his heart.
…
At that moment, a carriage was driving towards Intis Serenzo Restaurant.
Sitting in the carriage was Allen Ceres and his family. This famous surgeon was a member of the Quelaag Club and a good friend of Sherlock Moriarty. He had once entrusted the great detective with the matter of Will Auceptin.
Ever since his wife became pregnant, he felt that his luck had become rather good. His career was getting better by the day, and his income was increasing every month. Recently, he had successfully completed Baron Syndras's visceral surgery, earning him the appreciation of the newly promoted noble. He had invited his family to Serenzo Restaurant for lunch.
"I heard the ice cream inside is pretty good," Allen said to his wife with a reserved smile.
His wife was a black-haired beauty with a very obvious belly. She smiled gently and said,
She smiled warmly and said, "I'm looking forward to Rosell The Great's palace cuisine."
Allen tersely acknowledged and looked out the window.
"We're almost there."
Just as he said that, his wife held her belly and frowned.
"It hurts a little."
Allen, who wasn't a first-time father, hurriedly checked and didn't discover any problems. However, his wife was becoming more and more uncomfortable. The child in her belly seemed to be throwing a tantrum.
"I-I don't think I'll go. I want to go home and rest," Allen's wife suggested.
Allen thought for a moment.
"I'll accompany you."
He then instructed his valet, "Get out of the carriage here.
Go to the restaurant and apologize to Baron Syndras on my behalf. "
By the time the carriage began its return, Allen's wife's discomfort had been alleviated for some baffling reason. When she entered the house, everything was normal.
She pointed at her belly, at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"It looks like he doesn't want to eat ice cream."
Achoo! Inside Intis Serenzo Restaurant, Klein, who hadn't missed a single serving of food, enjoyed his ice cream with a pained and satisfied expression. Midway, his nose felt itchy, so he took out a piece of tissue and sneezed.
…
West Borough, in a dark house.
Fors, who had advanced to Astrologer, actively participated in various Beyonder gatherings in search of a way to earn money.
She currently owed Xio 220 pounds, so much so that her friends suspected her of participating in illegal gambling.
I can't even afford the necessary crystal ball … As her thoughts wandered, Fors suddenly heard a gathering member say, "I want to sell a Moon Puppet.
I want to sell a Moon Puppet. "
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