Chapter 431 Champagne Manor

Harry's Watch Shop is a beautiful, two-storey building. Like other buildings in the small town of Gran, it has a dark gray pitched roof and a white chimney.

The exterior walls of the watch shop are painted dark blue, the windows used to display goods are wiped clean, and various clocks are displayed on the cabinets inside.

When Harry opened the door, passers-by greeted him with cordial greetings. It seemed that the watchmaker was not lying. At least, he was indeed a resident of this town.

"I'll go find Mr. Craftsman later, but I can't guarantee that he will be there. I will convey your wishes to him. As for whether he is willing to make items for you."

The shy boy scratched his hair and said apologetically, "That's beyond my control."

"By the way, what item do you want to make? A revolver? Like the lady said?"

Walking into the watch shop, Xifa is dazzled by a wide variety of clocks and watches, ranging from old-fashioned large wall clocks to exquisite pocket watches.

It's just that Harry seems to be the only one who manages the small shop. The display in the shop is messy and the tools are placed randomly. Even Harry, the owner, has to be very careful before coming to the counter.

"Yes, Revolver."

Xifa lowered his voice and said, "Please tell that gentleman that I hope to use the characteristics of a 'demon' to build a revolver."

When he was talking, he stared into Harry's eyes, and the big boy looked at him with clear eyes: "Well, I remember. The characteristics of 'devil', what is that?"

"Don't ask, the more you know, the less good it is for you." Xifa smiled and looked away, and said casually, "Do you know the 'Red Moon'? I heard that there are all kinds of strange materials sold there."

Harry tidied up the tools on the counter: "I know, it's one of the few small shops in the town that are open at night and allowed to open."

"It's only open at night?" Xifa was stunned for a moment, and originally planned to meet the informant of 'The Hanged Man' next, but now it seems that he has to go at night.

"Okay, I still want to buy some materials, so I'll go tonight."

Xifa looked around and found nothing unusual in the watch shop, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "If there is nothing else, then I will take my leave first."

"Okay." Harry put down his tools and was about to send them off, but tripped awkwardly over a chair and almost fell.

"You don't have to send me off, that's all. I'll come back to you in two days, goodbye." Xifa said with a smile, then walked out of the watch shop, took a breath of the slightly cold air on Sonia Island, but felt refreshed He recalled the address provided by Oswald, and then walked out of the town.

He asked for directions as he walked, and came to a manor outside the town. Behind the manor was a large plantation visible to the naked eye.

This is the 'Champagne Manor', the home of the 'employee' under Oswald.

At this time, Xifa has changed into the face of the 'Duke' with a mustache and stern lines.

Before approaching the gate of the manor, Xifa heard a violent voice: "Stop, stop where I can see you. Otherwise, I will be rude to you."

He saw a few people coming out from the black iron gate, they seemed to be the guards of the manor, they were very tall, their arms were almost as thick as Xifa's thighs.

These people were obviously Feysacs. Their skin was fair and rosy. When the wind passed by them, it brought a smell of alcohol.

It seemed that they had just had alcohol, and it was strong alcohol.

Xifa glanced at the sky to confirm that it was daytime, and he couldn't help gaining a new understanding of the wine culture of the Feysac people.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Cyril at home?"

"Please tell him that Oswald's friend 'The Duke' is visiting."

Several big men exchanged glances, and one of them, a man with a long and bushy beard, said: "You wait here, don't mess around, or we will throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

He patted the chest of a companion next to him, motioning for them to look at Sifa, while he walked towards the villa with a strong Loen style in the manor.

Sifa smiled and stood aside, waiting patiently. During this process, he heard a few guards communicating in low voices and laughing from time to time.

They discussed wine more than women.

While talking, the previous bearded man returned and made a gesture, and the guards opened the black iron gate.

"Go in, Mr. Cyril is waiting for you in the living room." After the bearded man finished speaking, he rubbed his hands and walked into a wooden house not far away.

Xifa walked into the black iron gate, and under the watchful eyes of those 'giants', he calmly walked towards the villa in the distance.

He saw the guard's cabin, the dog house, the hardy plantings along the flower beds, the clear water in the fountain that never froze.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the gate, and Sifa raised his hand and pulled the rattle, and soon there were footsteps inside, and then the door opened.

Behind the door was a middle-aged man who was no longer young, but quite attractive. He laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be so young, 'Duke'. A mature and steady man."

Xifa responded with a smile: "Age and appearance are just appearances, and appearances are the most confusing. What do you think, Mr. Cyril?"

The person in front of him was none other than Cyril. A photo of him was attached to Oswald's letter at that time, so Xifa recognized him at a glance.

"I very much agree, please come in, just do whatever you want." Cyril said as he walked, "I'm sorry, the servants are not here, if there is any place where the hospitality is not good, I hope you don't mind."

"With such a large manor, it would be very inconvenient without servants," Xifa casually said.

The middle-aged gentleman smiled wryly and nodded: "Because of the treasure map, I was worried about accidents, so I temporarily dismissed the servants in the manor two weeks ago, leaving only the guards."

"Really? That's really hard work for you." Walking into the living room, Sifa sat down on a sofa and went straight to the point, "Mr. Cyril, please give me that treasure map, so that you can return to normal life."

"No problem, but I have already put away the treasure map. I put it away many days ago. I have to think about where to put it. I'm sorry that my memory is not very good."

Cyril looked like he was thinking hard, and it took almost a minute before he clapped his hands and said, "By the way, I remembered, it's in the..."

Xifa, who was waiting for him to give the answer, suddenly found that Cyril's mouth hadn't closed for a long time, and found that his head was numb, his thoughts gradually stagnated, and the surroundings seemed to be covered with a thick layer of glass, and everything he saw with his eyes was blurred. Get blurred!