Chapter 564 The Power of Gold

On a blue sky and a sunny day, the Mediterranean sea breeze brings warm and moist air to Milan, the capital of art and fashion a hundred years ago.

It's nice weather again today.

In the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking down the bright carpeted corridor, Viscount Barofi walked toward the living room, followed by his personal deacons and guards.

After straightening his spine and walking to the door of the living room, Viscount Barrofi asked for confirmation:

"Are those two guests inside?"

The deacon with white gloves behind him walked up to him, held the doorknob and whispered:

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

Then he slowly opened the door for him.

Upon first glance, there are dark red curtains trimmed with gold and white gauze hanging down, and an elegant bookshelf is placed in the corner. Inside is a row of books with gold-gilded covers.

My favorite oil paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and every other inch of the wall is filled with decorative patterns without any blank spaces. The bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and quills are neatly placed on the edge of the coffee table. and ink,

In the living room at this moment, Viscount Barofi saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was completely different from what I thought of as two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple.

It was a young man and a girl.

The girl was wearing a beautiful skirt that attracted people at first glance. The complex black and white design made the skirts of the noble ladies she had seen become mere foil. With her delicate appearance, she sat like an exquisite doll. Beside that young man,

And that young man...

The faces over there in the Far East...?

"Good morning, sir, lady, nice to meet you,"

Viscount Barofi introduced himself elegantly with a smile, then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the older-looking young man.

"I am the owner of this manor, Viscount Barrophy Philami."

Then he paused for a moment, but he didn't wait for the other party to introduce himself, he just saw...

The delicate girl turned around and looked at the young man next to her inquiringly. The two exchanged something in a language she couldn't understand. Then the girl in a beautiful skirt looked at her and nodded to confirm, with a clear voice. Rings:

"Hello..."

Then she paused for a moment before remembering to add a title.

"Your Majesty the Viscount."

that's all?

How about introducing yourself? What are your names? What is your identity and purpose of coming? Why is this little girl talking to me?

This opening exchange that was extremely unsuitable for upper class society made Viscount Barofey frown slightly, but soon he suddenly understood.

This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian.

That's why he let the girl speak for him.

Thinking of this, he quickly decided not to worry about the other party's rudeness and address. After all, he was a foreign friend from another country. It was normal to not know the etiquette and language here.

What's more, the other party has already given me enough 'meeting gifts'.

"Okay, let's not worry about those trivial issues. This gentleman, this beautiful lady, I wonder why you came to see me today?"

Viscount Barofi put an elegant and proud smile on his face, and said without concealing the heat in his eyes:

"Of course, if it's a business related to gold mining, I'd be very happy to chat with you two."

That's right, if someone who can take out a piece of gold at once comes to him, it must be related to this aspect!

Barofi was somewhat confident about his guess, but he was wondering whether his connections and wealth would be enough if he participated in this gold mining business.

He was already considering whether to talk to Mrs. Visconti about this matter...

Madame Visconti was a lady in Milan who inherited the count title of her deceased husband.

The two once met after a dance...

Just thinking about this, Viscount Barofi saw that after hearing what he said, the young man with a Far Eastern appearance and a very special temperament smiled slightly.

Then he took out a white card and placed it calmly in front of him.

Viscount Barofi glanced doubtfully, and the young man opposite looked at him calmly and calmly. Then he picked up the card. The black and white words on the card had words that made his eyes stagnant.

It seemed like there was an iron-like majestic and cold voice ringing calmly in my ears!

'Sell me your estate'

Although it didn't have the power to make people forget anything, the words written on this card seemed to have other powers that made Barofy choke.

But he soon realized it was ridiculous. Are you kidding me?

This is a manor that he has been running for many years, and is envied by countless other nobles on the edge of the bustling city of Milan.

How could he possibly sell it.

Frowning displeased, Viscount Barofi watched coldly as he pushed the card back to the other party and spoke in an extremely cold tone:

"Sir, if you are here for such a ridiculous and rude request, then don't blame me for inviting you..."

Boom...

The words stopped abruptly with the sound of knocking!

The moment his movements froze and his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take something out of the suitcase and put it in his hand.

The thick, fascinating and brilliant color seemed to have the magic power to make the world obsessed with it. Barofi swore to God that he had never seen such an object appear in such a pure size...

Another piece of gold!

With his eyes widening incredulously, Viscount Barofi looked at this thick piece of gold that was as big as his palm compared to the previous piece of gold that was the size of a stone. He felt that his brain was overwhelmed by such an unimaginable exchange!

Is this person crazy? ?

He had so much gold with him! ?

Suddenly he looked at the young man sitting opposite him in shock. He was wearing a black vest and suit jacket that suited the season. He was sitting here calmly. He was clearly facing a viscount, but he didn't have the slightest bit of nervousness belonging to a commoner. The confidence that he is the master here!

Viscount Barofi sat up straight and looked at the brick-sized piece of gold on the table, which showed the other party's unshakable determination and confidence. He felt that all his common sense and social negotiation skills They all became extremely weak and pale in front of this.

As for the guards behind him, they were all stunned.

"Sir...who are you...?"

His bottom line and rationality were challenged in the most brutal way. Viscount Barofi swallowed what he had just finished. His elegant demeanor was a bit unsustainable. He looked at the young man opposite in shock and spoke cautiously. The difficult opening.

He couldn't be careless. Faced with a person who casually threw a whole piece of gold, he had to be cautious!

But the other party didn't answer and smiled, then tapped the card again with his fingers.

'Sell me your estate'

The words on the white paper card did have power, and Barofi had to look there. From thinking that the other party was ridiculous, to being shaken, he began to consider this matter.

"Sir... you have to know that although you spend a lot of money... my manor is not just..."

Clang.

This time it was a loud impact. Barofi felt his throat was dry and was being pinched by something. He looked at the other person as if he was a piece of debris, and threw it on the table without any big deal. He felt that the other person was too lazy to bargain and was wasting time. At that moment of impatience, everything he wanted to say was blocked in his heart.

Because this time it's a gold bar.

Viscount Barofi felt that his expression at the moment must be very ungraceful, but his thinking had become too barren to consider that.

He stared straight at the gold on the table in front of him, his mind started to waver and turned into dry mouth, and he couldn't help but start thinking about selling the manor.

Although the conditions and location of this manor are very good, in the final analysis it is just a vacation spot for me in Milan. Without it, I can also go to Florence...

And if you have this gold... you can buy more assets in Rome, and if you are good at using it, your reputation, status and right to speak will be improved. Earl... No, during the war, Marquis may even make it happen!

Even if you include all the collections in your manor, including the servants and horses, it only costs more than a thousand lire of gold coins...

Faced with wealth that far exceeded that of the manor, Viscount Barofi only took a very short time to finalize his idea.

Now that he has decided to sell this manor, all he needs to consider now is how to negotiate more prices from this mysterious but wealthy young man in front of him!

Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiation skills were put to use again. Although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time, Viscount Barofey finally raised his head, showed a polite smile and said :

"Dear Sir, your wealth astounds me, but please allow me to introduce you to my manor in detail."

In the next few minutes, Viscount Barrophy tried his best to describe how wonderful the Viscount's manor was. Hidden in the euphemistic and gorgeous sentences was the intention of 'I want a higher price', which made him feel My eloquence at this moment is simply amazing.

But at the moment he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him who had been listening without interrupting, smiling at the girl next to him and not knowing what he said. Then he heard the girl wearing a black and white Gothic skirt suddenly say When he opened his mouth, he seemed to be repeating what the young man meant, simply and directly breaking through his words.

"you are lying."

The smiling expression suddenly froze, and Viscount Barofi was slightly startled. He felt chilled all over by these words for some unknown reason.

There was indeed some exaggeration or even fiction in what he just said, but he didn't understand how the other party could see it.

Did they do research in advance? ?

Barofi felt that he had grasped the key, and was a little annoyed that he had been carried away by desire just now, and that he had exposed his thoughts by speaking too recklessly.

Then he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and decided to lower the price increase just now, at least to ensure that the current price would not let the other party realize that he had greater interests.

But before he could speak, he saw the young man opposite casually lift up the suitcase that made people covet how much wealth it contained.

Again, again! Throw a piece of gold that makes people crazy!

The young man's calm words written on the accompanying card seemed to have the power to ignore any monetary price.

'But I don't care, except for your personal belongings and your men'

‘I will buy everything in this manor’

The moment he saw this line of letters, Viscount Barofi took a deep breath and looked at the two large chunks of gold and a huge gold bar on the table. He couldn't hide his excitement and shock and said:

"Of course, sir, from this moment on, this manor is yours."

The power of gold makes everything simple.

After saying this, a vulgar smile appeared on Barofei's face. He looked at the young man wearing a suit and shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him and said with a smile:

"I will immediately send my butler to the city hall to handle various transfer procedures. Before night, this manor will be completely in your name."

"Then please allow me to excuse you for a moment."

After standing up and deciding to find someone to identify the authenticity of the gold, Viscount Barrophy felt a shock of ups and downs.

An idea suddenly came to him,

If I make use of my position and means as Viscount, can I use some tougher methods to get rid of the figure who looks like the heir of a wealthy family, and then...

Buzz!

In an instant, a sudden stiffness spread across the body!

There was nothing there, but I felt something grabbing my ankle and wrapping around my neck!

Barofei, who felt cold and unable to move, felt an inexplicable fear spreading in his heart at this moment, and then he heard a clear voice behind him calmly speak:

"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."

At the moment when the words alchemy, witchcraft, magic, weird, and unknown crossed my mind,

Barofi trembled all over, and instantly gave up the crooked thoughts he had just thought, and then decided that he would return to Rome tonight after the contract transfer was completed in the afternoon and the gold was obtained! Don't care about anything happening here anymore!

He knew that the combination of a young man from the Far East and an exquisite girl was too strange!

boom!

The people in the living room were closed hastily by the figure following the guard.

Only the young man and the girl sitting on the leather sofa were left in the gorgeous room. They looked at the luxuriously decorated living room that spared no space.

Fangran blinked at Ling, who was sitting next to him and looked at him with her delicate little face:

"Well done,"

Then he exhaled, touched the girl's head, and said softly:

"Now we have a family."

...

....

Delisle, the town ushered in another end at dusk.

It's just that the mayor's house seemed a little uneasy. The mayor's wife sat on the side nervously, listening to her husband nervously explain to a handsome man.

"God bless, I promise that everything I said is true. That young man broke into our home in the middle of the night, and then threw us a piece of gold and asked us to listen to him!"

"My wife and I were very scared. He looked very scary at that time. His cold face only reminded me of those legendary evil alchemists!"

There was uneasiness and fear in the mayor's words, but in front of them, the handsome European man in expensive clothing raised his eyebrows on his face, and asked as if he was frowning in thought:

"So you reported this to the church?"

"Yes, I am a devout Christian."

The mayor rubbed his hands together and said with a slight shame, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to the pebble-sized piece of gold on the table, and he was obviously in pain and reluctant to part with it.

Myerson glanced at it, but did not reveal that this timid town mayor, who was obviously superstitious, but at least knew that life was more important than money, was actually afraid that the evil alchemist in the legend would use seize on gold. Things like damnation of people's souls.

"Okay, I understand, the Lord will bless you,"

Myerson stood up, swung the hem of his white church salute jacket and walked out, then left a faint word.

"There is no curse on gold. You can use this wealth with confidence."

The mayor and the mayor's wife who heard these words in the room opened their eyes wide in surprise.

After walking out of the courtyard, Meyerson stopped. Another figure wearing a luxurious white robe rolled over from under the house and landed next to him. With a slightly bohemian expression, he tossed his wavy blond hair, which raised the corners of the Italian's charming mouth:

"After asking clearly, the seamstress in the tailor shop said the same thing. It seems that there was a rich man who came to this town before and paid with gold casually."

"Don't be careless, Hig. We didn't come back from the Vatican to let you play with women half-heartedly. No matter how rich you are, you won't be so extravagant as to use gold to pay for your expenses."

Myerson looked seriously at Sigg, who was like a prodigal in love, then stepped forward and spoke calmly:

"The Pope asked us to come here to help that gentleman. We must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues. We must confirm whether that person is an evil alchemist as the timid town mayor guessed... '."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Sigg spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Do you have any clues about that person?"

"They are said to have been seen at the station."

"Station? Where are they going?"

"Milan."

. Sogou