Chapter 244
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"Don't be impulsive." Old Fulin sighed as he saw Dudian's expression. He comforted him: "We don't have any evidence in our hands. Even if we know that they have falsified the accounts, there is no way to get justice. Although you are an architect and your status is different from before, but the brighter your aura is, the more attention you will attract. Don't lose the big picture because of small things. We will slowly settle this account in the future."
Dudian saw the worry in the old man's eyes. He gently raised his hand and patted the old man's shoulder: "I will deal with this matter. Don't worry. People are fragile. Whether it is a senior hunter or an ordinary person, they are all fragile. It doesn't take a big axe to destroy a sophisticated machine. Sometimes a hair of dust can dismember it."
Old Fulin looked at the deep darkness in Dudian's eyes. He felt that the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped a bit. There was an inexplicable tremor in his heart. It was as if the person standing in front of him wasn't a human teenager but a dark evil monster.
"Now, let's go to the banquet." Dudian's face suddenly showed a smile. His temperament was as gentle as spring breeze.
Old Fulin was in a trance. He didn't have time to carefully investigate the previous feeling. He was reminded by Dudian's words. He immediately responded: "Yes, it's getting late. Let's go to the banquet first. We will talk about this matter later. This banquet has invited all the aristocrats. It's a great opportunity for us to take the opportunity to win over other aristocrats. It's a rare time to gather contacts."
Dudian smiled and helped him to leave the room.
Old Fulin told the butler outside to prepare the carriage. Both of them went to the venue of the banquet – St. Petersburg.
St. Petersburg used to be a cathedral of the Holy Church. Later on, Church of Holy Church became the headquarters of the Temple of Elements. St. Petersburg was the closest place to the Temple of Elements.
The sun gradually fell. The sky was dim and the stars were twinkling.
Dozens of carriages were parked outside the manor in front of St. Petersburg. All of them were aristocrats from various places in the commercial district. They included various consortia. Whether it was the upper-class aristocrats or some aristocrats who wanted to rise up, they had come in person. After all, he was the person who won the 'epoch' medal from the 'Temple of Elements'. Although some consortiums such as Scott and Mellon consortium didn't care too much about him, but they didn't dare to ignore the 'epoch' medal from the 'Temple of Elements'.
The sky had just turned dark when the incense lamps were lit outside the manor. This was the highest level of incense oil, and it came from the bodies of Golden Beasts. Even in the castles of some high-class nobles, it was only used in dining rooms, study rooms, and bedrooms. Here, it was directly lit on the street lamps outside the manor. Even the guards on duty could feel their vitality being refreshed, and their exhaustion was swept away.
Kerry and several other colleagues received the distinguished guests at the entrance. They exchanged greetings with each other. Kerry was an acquaintance of the noble circle and the 'Temple of Elements'. He had a wide network of contacts. As soon as he saw two nobles enter, he saw a carriage coming from outside. His eyes lit up when he saw the flag on the carriage. "They're here."
The carriage stopped. Dean helped Old Fulin out of the carriage. Old Fulin's son Sander followed behind them. They were like juniors waiting behind.
"Mr. Du." Kerry immediately came forward and laughed: "As the protagonist of tonight, you're a bit late."
Dean shrugged: "Traffic jam."
Kerry smiled and looked at Old Fulin: "This is the old patriarch. His body is still so healthy. You really picked up a treasure."
"It's just luck." Old Fulin laughed.
"Please come in. It's windy outside." Kerry immediately invited and led the way.
The three of them entered the manor and came to St. Petersburg. The luxurious and heavy gate that could accommodate more than ten people at the same time slowly opened, and golden light shone on the three of them. Laughter and chatter came from inside. The first thing that came into their sight was the extremely luxurious yet retro grand hall and the glass chandeliers that were so exquisite that they could be called works of art. Of course, it wasn't electricity inside but Sanskrit oil.
"You go ahead, we'll take a walk." Dean said to him.
Kerry laughed: "Well, there are a lot of people now. I'll go and greet them first. I'll accompany you later."
Dean helped Old Fulin to come to the hall after Kerry left. There were several huge long tables filled with all kinds of fresh fruits, pastries and wine. Some aristocrats were standing together and chatting. They were covering their mouths and laughing in a low voice. Their manners showed aristocratic etiquette and cultivation.
"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to come to St. Petersburg." Old Fulin sighed: "My father had come here once when he was young but he didn't bring me. But now I'm here in person because of you. It's really as luxurious as the rumors say. I think only the top craftsmen can build such a majestic castle."
Dean smiled and picked up a few plates of pastries with low sugar content. He handed them to Old Fulin: "Eat something. We'll go and sit next to each other."
"Okay." Old Fulin nodded and sat down on the sofa. He smiled at Dean: "You go and play by yourself. Don't accompany an old man like me. You're not young. It would be good if you can take this opportunity to hook up with a few aristocratic ladies."
Dean helplessly looked at him: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to find one that matches my age."
"No, sixteen or seventeen years old is a bit old but it's not uncommon. It's rare to meet someone over twenty years old. Look over there." Old Fulin laughed.
Dean glanced at the direction of his finger. There were several aristocratic ladies who were about fourteen or fifteen years old. They were chatting and laughing together. He looked at Old Fulin: "I'm going to walk around. You have a good rest." After he finished speaking, he walked to the center of the hall and wandered around. His eyes swept across the nobles who came to him. His sharp hearing allowed him to distinguish the low murmurs of their conversations. Although it was not a secret in such an occasion, he could still hear the things that these nobles liked to talk about and their interests.
"Burong family …" Dean's eyes fell on a middle-aged man. His calm expression suddenly turned gloomy. He was familiar with this man's face. Although he had only seen him once, but his face was firmly and deeply engraved in his heart. It was Jenny's father, Rudolph.
At the moment, there were several aristocrats around Rudolph. They were chatting with him while holding bottles of wine. In such an occasion, wine was a good additive. It made greeting each other for the first time so that it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
"Little devil, don't look around. Pay attention to the road." Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind.
Dean looked back and saw a fat middle-aged man with a few strands of white hair on his temples. He should be in his fifties. Dean was startled because the other person's appearance was vaguely familiar. He was startled for a moment and suddenly remembered that when he had just become a scavenger and attended the banquet of the Mellon consortium, he met the man at the door. After a few years, the appearance and figure of the other person had changed, so he didn't recognize him for a while.
"Mace?" Dean looked up at him and whispered his name. He had only heard this name once, but it was deeply engraved in his heart. He also remembered the humiliation of bowing his head in front of the dignitaries.
"Well?" The middle-aged man slightly raised his eyebrows: "Do you know me?"
The coldness in Dean's eyes converged as he saw him admit it. He indifferently said: "Your collar is good. I hope you can wear it for a long time." Then he turned and left.
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