Chapter 52 Audience

"Don't think about that damn bill, let's discuss ritual magic." Old Neil put away the candles, cauldrons, and silver knives with ease.

Klein really wanted to shrug his shoulders like the Americans in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do the ungentlemanly action.

He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, threw out the detailed questions that he had doubted before, and obtained a sufficiently definite answer. For example, the recited incantation has a certain format, as long as it is satisfied, and the The Mies language expresses the key meaning clearly, and the other parts can be played at will. Of course, profane and unrespectable descriptions are absolutely forbidden.

This "Mysticism Course" lasted until noon, and Old Neil coughed lightly:

"We must return to Zoetland Street."

Having said that, he complained vaguely:

"I missed out on the lovely breakfast for those damn materials."

Klein looked left and right in a funny and puzzled look and said:

"Mr. Neil, don't you have a cook at home? Or a maid in charge of cooking?"

£12 a week is enough to cover several servants!

According to the newspaper, an ordinary cook only needs to be paid between 12 and 15 soles a week, not even a pound, with accommodation and food, and a maid is even cheaper, with a weekly salary of between 3 and 6 pence to 6 soles. , of course, can't count on their cooking skills.

Uh, that's not right, since Mr. Neil still owes 30 pounds of foreign debt, it's normal not to hire cooks and servants...

I seem to be asking the wrong question again...

When Klein regretted it, Old Neil shook his head without any hesitation:

"I often try ritual magic at home, research extraordinary objects and corresponding literature, and it is impossible and impossible to invite ordinary people to be cooks, servants, and maids, but to have people come to clean them regularly, and if they are not ordinary people, you think they will Would you like to do something similar?"

"I seem to have asked a stupid question, maybe it's because I don't do mysterious things at home." Klein explained with a self-deprecating laugh.

Old Neil stood up early, put on a round-brimmed felt hat, and muttered as he walked out the door:

"I can smell the pan-fried foie gras... Once the bill is settled, I must have a good one! I can definitely eat a whole piece of roast pork with apple vinaigrette for lunch, no, it's not enough, I have to come again A sausage with mashed potatoes..."

I'm so hungry... Klein swallowed and quickly followed Old Neil and headed to the nearby public carriage point.

Back at Zoetland Street, Old Neil just got off the carriage when he suddenly said "um":

"What did I see? Goddess, what did I see?"

He suddenly and swiftly came to the side of the road, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and picked up an item.

Klein moved closer in doubt, and after a closer look, he found that it was a well-crafted wallet.

With his vision and knowledge, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown wallet was made of cowhide or sheepskin. He only noticed that there was a small light blue coat of arms embroidered on it, and above the coat of arms was a white dove that was about to fly.

This was the first impression Klein got, and from the second glance, he was caught by the bills that were bulging in his wallet.

It was a gold pound with black stripes on a gray background, at least 20 of them were facing up!

Old Neil unfolded his wallet, took out the banknotes, took a closer look, and immediately said:

"10 pound notes, the venerable 'Founder' and 'Protector' William I, oh goddess, a full 30, as well as a few 5 pound, 1 pound and 5 sole notes."

More than three hundred pounds? This is a real huge sum of money! I may not be able to save this much money in ten years... Klein's breathing became heavy involuntarily.

Because the value of gold pounds is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a suitcase of banknotes in later generations.

"I don't know which gentleman dropped it... It definitely won't be an ordinary person." Klein calmly analyzed.

Such wallets clearly do not belong to women.

"Don't care who he is." Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to take possession of the money that doesn't belong to us. Let's wait here. I think that gentleman will come back to look for it soon. It's not something that's easy to give up."

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gained a new understanding of Old Neil's moral qualities.

He was worried that the other party used the money to pay off the bill with the excuse of "given by the goddess", and was thinking hard about how to stop it and how to persuade him.

This is "do whatever you want, but don't hurt"? Klein suddenly realized something.

The two waited on the street for less than a minute, when they saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage approaching fast, and on the light blue coat of arms on the side was a white dove with outstretched wings.

The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a black formal suit and a bow tie of the same color left the carriage, looked at the wallet, took off his hat and saluted:

"Two gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet."

"Your coat of arms proves everything, but I need to verify it again. This is responsible for everyone. Excuse me, how much is in the wallet?" Old Neil responded politely.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed at himself:

"As a housekeeper, I shouldn't know how much money is left in the owner's wallet. Sorry, please allow me to ask."

"This is your freedom." Old Neil made a gesture of invitation.

The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and exchanged a few words with the people inside through the window.

He approached Klein and Old Neil again, smiled and said:

"More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds, my master doesn't remember the exact amount."

I don't remember... It's really a big dog. If I want so much money, I must count it over and over again... Klein is full of envy.

Old Neil nodded and handed the wallet back:

"The goddess proves that this belongs to you."

The middle-aged man took the wallet, roughly counted it, and pulled out three 10-pound notes from it:

"My master is Sir Deville, and he said he admired your qualities. This is what an honest person should get. Please don't refuse."

Sir Deville? Sir Deville, who established the "Deville Trust Company" to provide cheap rental housing for low-level laborers? Klein remembered the name immediately.

He's a jazz that his brother Benson respects and who doesn't think he's close enough to reality.

"Thank you Sir, he is a kind and generous gentleman." Old Neil was polite and took the three banknotes.

After watching Sir Deville's carriage go away, he saw that there was no one around, so he turned to look at Klein, shook the banknotes lightly, and said with a smile:

"30 pounds, bill settled."

"I said it would be resolved in a reasonable manner."

"That's the power of magic."

...the power of God TM magic! This works too! Klein was stunned again.

After a few minutes of delay, he entered the stairs and climbed to the security company and asked suspiciously:

"Mr. Neil, why don't you ask for more money?"

"Don't be greedy, especially when performing ritual magic, moderation is the key factor for every secret spy to live long enough." Old Neil explained lightly and happily.

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In the huge banquet hall, several chandeliers were erected with burning candles, which exuded a pleasant aroma, and accumulated a light that was not inferior to gas lamps.

Delicious foods such as pan-fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried sole, Dixi oysters, stewed lamb, creamy soup, etc. are placed on long tables. Ermire and Southville reds, which radiate enticing hues under the light.

The servants in red vests held plates with crystal cups and shuttled among the elegantly or gorgeously dressed gentlemen and ladies.

Audrey Hall was wearing a long light white dress with a stand-up collar, high waist, and leg of lamb sleeves. The upper body was tied tightly, the waist was very thin, and the multi-layered cake cut was perfectly supported by whale hoops.

Her long blond hair was elegantly tied up, her earrings, necklace and ring shone brightly, and at her feet were a pair of white dancing shoes studded with roses and diamonds.

"Are there 4, 5, or 6 petticoats?" Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing white gauze gloves.

She was holding a glass of sparkling champagne in her left hand.

Audrey did not stay in the center of the banquet as before and became the focus of everyone, but avoided the excitement and stood quietly in the shadow of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She took a sip of champagne and looked away at the people in front with a gesture that did not belong here:

Earl Wolfe's youngest son is chatting with Viscount Conrad's daughter. He likes to use his forearm to strengthen his tone. Well, the more he waving, the less credible what he said. This is a verified conclusion. ... He can't help but lift himself up and belittle others, but he can't control his guilty conscience, which can be expressed from the way he speaks and the language of his body...

Mrs Della used her left hand to hide her laughter again and again today, well, I get it, she was showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...

Her husband, Duke Negan, was discussing the situation with several conservative nobles not far away. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, he only took the initiative to look for his Mrs. Della once...

They barely make any real eye contact...maybe, well, they're not as affectionate as they appear...

Mrs. Parnis was amused by Baron Larry seven times, which was normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with a guilty conscience...well, they were separated...no, they could go anywhere leading to the garden...

...

In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would never pay attention to.

For a split second, she almost literally believed she was watching a play.

"Everyone is a good drama actor..." She sighed silently, her eyes cold.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, and looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.

In that shadow, a golden retriever sat quietly, looking inside, looking at Audrey, half of his body was hidden in the darkness.

Susie... Audrey's mouth twitched, her expression instantly collapsed, and she could no longer maintain her "audience" state.