Chapter 1429 Title Gap
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"Maybe, but if you don't take good care of a psychopath, that's also your responsibility as a guardian. I can already imagine your abilities. Maybe this business is not suitable."
Mr. Mason suppressed his anger and barely maintained his dignity when he said this, but the wife beside him obviously couldn't bear to have the cake knocked over her body. She was still wearing her favorite dress today.
This kind of luxury product is inconvenient to clean, and you won’t be able to wear it anymore!
"You rude bastards! We lowered our status and gave you unlimited honor to come to your home, but you dare to do such a thing! Just because you want to squeeze into our upper class? Delusion!"
It is terrible for a woman to go crazy, especially when she is carried away by anger.
Harsh words kept coming out of her mouth, making Uncle Furlong and Aunt Petunia turn pale, and only the heartless Dudley could continue to eat some of the cakes that had been rescued.
Uncle Furlong, who looked fierce in front of Harry, looked like he was leaning down and trying to explain something in a low voice.
But it was obvious that neither of them wanted to listen anymore. Although Mason was not as irrational as his wife, he was definitely not willing to stay any longer. He took the towel that Aunt Petunia had prepared to wipe and hastily wiped the obvious stains on his body. After the stain, he refused Furlong's suggestion to change clothes and got up to leave.
Faced with the strong rise of the two men, Furlong could not save anything.
He is just a supervisor of the Groning Company. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is indeed a successful person, a leader among the middle class.
But for a noble like Sir Merlin, the gap is too big.
He himself can feel the darkness of his future. He is afraid that he will only be able to reach the top position in his life. Even being able to reach the top position is a blessing.
As the head of the family and responsible for the entire family, Furlong kept lowering his status and following behind the two to explain and apologize, hoping to redeem themselves.
But he always received only insults and glares, which made him despair.
At this time, Harry also felt very uneasy, knowing that he was in trouble, but when he turned around, he found that the house elf had completely disappeared.
I have to accept this blame that cannot be cleared away.
Ding dong~
But at this moment, the doorbell rang.
There was a burst of sarcasm on Sir Mason's face as he walked to the door.
"It seems that you have invited others today, so I won't disturb you."
"Haha, apart from the two of us who have graciously condescended to come to your simple and dirty living room today, I didn't expect that there would be other people coming. They are probably common people on the same level as you."
Mrs. Mason was obviously becoming more and more mean, and all her qualities were lost with the pot of cake placed on her head.
With these last greetings, the two of them opened the door directly and said to the guests outside at the same time.
"Good, the Dursleys are yours now."
After opening the door, there was a boy with black hair and black eyes wearing casual clothes and a small top hat.
The exquisite facial features unique to the East, coupled with the smart eyes, make people fall in love with her at first sight.
Even Xu Yue didn't expect that he would arrive at such a coincidence. Seeing the two people who were angry and about to leave, he couldn't help but smile, and then turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation to let them leave.
"Hmph, you have no idea who is standing in front of you."
When the lady saw this visitor, she actually pretended to ask them to leave. Although her movements were perfect and elegant, she couldn't be picky, but she still couldn't help but feel a little resentful.
Do you know what existence you are facing?
Young people who don’t know the heights of the world...
The lady, whose hair was still stained with cream, hugged her husband and was as proud as a swan without a neck.
He walked past Xu Yue proudly.
But soon the two of them stopped, because there was a gentle gentleman in a tuxedo standing under the streetlight next to the yard in front.
The other party stretched out his hand gracefully and opened the small fence door, waiting for the two of them to leave. The service was very thorough and considerate.
Only Sir Mason said with some uncertainty.
"Ai, Mr. Allen?"
Allen, whose name was suddenly called, couldn't help but froze for a moment, stopped his graceful movement of opening the door, and turned around and asked with some doubts.
"Who are you?"
"Ah! It's really Mr. Allen, it's me. I'm Mason. I met you at the banquet hosted by Prince William the year before last. I even toasted you..."
Sir Mason said with joy and excitement.
Butler Allen was still a little embarrassed when someone jumped out from nowhere and said he knew him.
However, to be able to climb to his position, his ability to recognize people and his memory are still very superior. He immediately showed a look of realization on his face and said
"It turns out to be you, His Excellency Baron Merlin."
"Uh, ahem, I'm sorry you still remember me, but I'm not a baron, just an honorary knight."
Sir Mason didn't even point out that his name had been changed, he just showed his identity in panic.
British knighthood is an honor awarded by the Queen herself to people who have made great contributions to society. About two thousand people can obtain it every year. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed an incredible status and honor, and it is an existence that ordinary people need to look up to.
But this kind of non-inheritable noble title is nothing in the eyes of real established nobles, unless it is similar to Li Chaoren. But obviously, Sir Mason, a guy who can't even remember the name of Butler Allen, is far behind. .
At best, I can only make myself more respectable by calling them 'sir' instead of 'r'. Sir and madam can just call me 'dy'. Even if I add a separate address, I can only add a first name, but I am not qualified to add a surname alone, because This is not inheritable.
"Oh, that's it. If there's nothing else, please leave. Please don't disturb the young master's visit to his classmates."
Allen had always maintained an elegant posture, but it was obvious that Sir Mason had read the meaning of seeing off guests from him.
But the scariest thing is the phrase ‘young master’! The other party used ‘lord’!
For the British, especially for people like him who value status, this kind of word must not be used indiscriminately. Only the titles of marquis, uncle, son and male can be called like this!
In addition, only the heirs of great nobles with inheritance rights have the right to be called this...
Thinking about Allen's identity again...
Madan...
Gulu~
Both Sir Mason and his wife, who had forcibly calmed down next to him, swallowed unconsciously, with a look of horror in their eyes.
Xu Yue's identity in the wizarding world is more reflected in his 'money ability'. The wizarding world does not recognize secular titles and identities.
But in the secular world, especially in the UK, this influence is far beyond ordinary.
The two elites, whose social status is not low and can barely be called upper-class figures, felt a huge pressure on their faces just by being called this time!
It’s over, it feels like we’re already cold, and being bankrupt and sleeping on the streets tomorrow won’t make them feel the least bit strange…
"Alan, call those two over. They seem to have business to discuss with Harry's uncle."
At this moment, Xu Yue's casual voice came from the window of Uncle Furlong's house.
This kind of loud noise originally seemed vulgar in the eyes of Sir Mason, and it was something that rough people would do.
But now after hearing this sound, he felt so pleasant.
He is worthy of being Duke Philip's only designated heir, the son of destiny who bridges the gap between the East and the West.
This is called freedom and aristocratic temperament...
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