Vera went out in the afternoon, but she came back when she was waiting for dinner. She had no expression.
Vicar, who was familiar with her, knew it was because Vera didn't gain anything.
"Yakov's family has nothing. His wife is a typical housewife. His son has marijuana in his room. His daughter is a girl who likes to party but is seriously out of shape." Vera sighed, "It's a typical middle-class family."
"Really? But I have news on my side. "Vicar shrugged his shoulders.
Vera sat down casually with her legs crossed and hands on the back of the sofa, waiting for the good news.
Vicar, who had been used to this, sighed, "To be precise, you got some news."
"Can you be more direct?" Vera was a little impatient.
Vicar could only say, "An invitation letter has been sent to your private mailbox, with the time and place indicated … Three days later, there will be an auction of 'The Nameless Maiden'."
"My private mailbox? That one? "Vera frowned.
Vicar shrugged, "Who else can it be? Of course, it's' Vera? Toktakonov '. "
Vera was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Who is the inviter on the invitation letter?"
Vicar said seriously, "F&C."
Vera suddenly said indifferently, "I don't remember my private mailbox was sent everywhere."
Vicar could only laugh, "Dear Princess Vera, have you forgotten why you ran away from home? Although you didn't send … but ah, there are a few big bosses in the party who care about your future life! Don't you know how many love letters from all over the world you receive in your private mailbox? These are all my … "
Vicar pointed to himself, "I take time out to reply to you every day."
Vera suddenly squinted and smiled, "Are those love letters handsome?"
Vicar nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, some of them can be described as perfect."
Vera walked to Vicar with a smile. The delicate smile on her face was like a female leopard in Vicar's eyes. He could only swallow his saliva, "I didn't do anything … really … I just asked for some photos …"
Vera's fingers twirled rapidly.
Vicar was stunned, but his intuition told him that nothing good would happen … But experience also told him that if he didn't do it, there would be something worse waiting for him — he could only turn around.
Vera sneered. She picked up the TV remote control and stabbed it into Vicar's groin.
"Oh!! Be gentle … Ouch!! "
"Do you feel good?" Vera whispered in Vicar's ear.
Vicar, who had clamped his legs, said bitterly, "It's a bit … a bit dry, I haven't used it for a long time … Oh, gently, gently …"
"Get me some evening gowns tomorrow. Get ready. I'm going to attend the auction." Vera loosened her hand and turned Vicar around. With a sudden force, she pressed Vicar's body onto the stool.
Vicar let out a painful cry and said at the same time, "Did you hear that clearly?"
"Clear … Clear …"
Vera clapped her hands and returned to her room in a carefree manner. Vicar held the chair and stood up. He pulled out the remote control slowly with a weird face — Finally, he showed an incomparably comfortable expression.
He sighed, feeling … it didn't seem too bad.
So he stared at the remote control on the ground, seeming to think about something …
…
…
He was about 60 years old and dressed appropriately. Every movement of his was textbook standard.
White socks. A pocket watch chain could be seen peeking out from the bag.
When Urey woke up again, he saw such an old man standing beside him. The old man's hair was gray, but he looked full of energy.
This was a room that was at least ten times more luxurious than the hotel suite he had woken up in the last time he had woken up.
"I … I should be in the subway station." Yuri hesitated. He sat up and tried to figure out what was going on.
He subconsciously touched his abdomen and found that there were no wounds on his body. Even his leg, which had been injured earlier, seemed to be in perfect condition.
"Mr. Urey, the hot water is ready. You can take a bath right away." The old man said with a smile.
"I … I'm not dreaming?" Urey opened his mouth. He couldn't remember when he had been so respected by such an extraordinary old gentleman. "Where … where is this place? Who are you? "
"Edgar, please call me Edgar." The old man smiled calmly, "This is Kajia Manor, your manor, sir. Sir, please take a bath as soon as possible. Because it's extremely impolite for a noble to let the guest wait for you. "
"My … My manor? Noble … Noble? "
…
The bathroom was spacious, comparable to an 80-square-meter room. Even in the connected dressing room, there were more than 20 sets of luxurious clothes.
Many neckties, a quick watch, belts, hats … shoes.
Even when Urey came out of the bathroom in a daze, a gorgeous maid shaved his beard.
It was so strange that Urey felt that he was drunk in his own dream — Looking out of the bathroom window, he could only see a small corner of the manor — a huge lawn that was built very smoothly!
He didn't even see the fence.
He couldn't even believe that the person in the mirror was himself.
His messy beard had been shaved off, and his messy hair had been trimmed until it was shiny. Coupled with his luxurious clothes, he looked like a completely different person.
At the end of the corridor, Edgar was already standing in front of a room, waiting. When Urey, who was still in a daze, arrived, Edgar opened the door for him.
At the moment when the door was opened, Urey couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you!"
…
"Have a seat."
Luoqiu, who was drinking black tea, glanced at Urey who came up with a smile, and then put down the teacup in his hand — Miss Maid immediately added new black tea to the teacup.
Even though there were enough servants in the manor, Miss Maid still insisted on serving her boss by herself.
"What's going on?"
Urey frowned and sat down — He found that Edgar didn't follow him in, but closed the door after he came in.
"Mr. Urey, have you forgotten?" Luoqiu suddenly asked, "The thing you want from us."
Urey was stunned, and a stinging pain suddenly appeared in his head, which made him subconsciously grab his hair — His face seemed to turn pale in an instant.
When his eyes recovered from confusion to reality, Urey looked at the young man with an oriental face in amazement.
No … to be exact, it was the mysterious young man!
"I … I can't believe I said something like that …"
He recalled the words he had said before — but he didn't say it again at this time — such incredible words — but it seemed to have become a reality.
Urey had to believe what happened in front of him.
The most direct and powerful proof was not what he had encountered in this manor, but the fact that he should have died, but was still alive and well.
Luoqiu suddenly said, "We believe that most of the words a person says before he dies should be true. Mr. Urey, the contract has been reached. In the next month, you are not only the owner of the manor, but also the heir of the Typica Family. Your identity is … "
Boss Luo smiled slightly, "Urey Typica, a Czar aristocrat who was exiled abroad during the October Revolution, now lives in Morocco. Typica. "
Looking at Urey's incredible expression, Luoqiu snapped his fingers.
At this time, Miss Maid took out a box and pushed it to Urey on the table, "Mr. Urey, this is the seal of the Typica Family, as well as the family badge … These are all things that can represent your identity."
"I … I'm a noble … a descendant of a noble …"
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