Chapter 6 The Daily Life of a Rich Man

"Then wait a minute, do you want coffee or black tea?" Belin asked enthusiastically.

Klein smiled and said:

"When I was young, I liked coffee and the strong aroma, but now, I am more accepting of black tea."

"I also prefer black tea, so...a cup of marquis black tea?" Belin suggested with a smile.

The coffee and black tea served by the "Metropolis Helping Household Servants Association" are of average quality and belong to the lower middle class. The Marquis black tea was brought by Belin from home for her own enjoyment.

Klein is not an uninformed person, and he is very good at observation. After entering the door just now, he took in various details of the surrounding environment without a trace, and found that the coffee and black tea cans placed in the display cabinet are very ordinary. I believe that the things inside The quality of the tea is definitely not too high, so he thinks that the Marquis black tea is either collected by the association and used to entertain distinguished guests, or it belongs to the lady in front of her privately, but no matter what, it is enough to show the other party's heart.

He didn't expose it, just smiled and said:

"Thank you, I can't refuse your offer.

"Not sure what to call you, ma'am?"

"Beilen, just call me Beilene." Beilene said with a smile blooming like a flower.

She immediately walked briskly into the room, and let the colleagues in charge of the materials choose the right candidates. Then, she returned to the reception desk, picked up the silver-encrusted tin can, and skillfully made black tea.

Hey, with a good-looking face, a good temperament, and clothes that reflect his status, even if he is middle-aged, he can still feel the kindness of a beautiful girl... This is the first time Klein experienced something similar, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This made him realize more and more the importance of "can only be myself" in the rules of the faceless man.

If you don't keep this in mind, and indulge in the advantages brought by your appearance, you will always maintain the corresponding appearance, forget or even reject your past self, and gradually get lost!

Soon, Belin came over with a white glazed porcelain inlaid gold teacup, put it in front of Mr. Dwayne Dantès, and said with a slight smile:

"It still needs to be cold for a while."

Klein looked down at the cup and said half-jokingly:

"It just allows me to adjust my mood to treat this cup of black tea more formally."

His implied compliments and thanks put Belin in a better mood, and he felt that Mr. Dantès was a real gentleman, and he was very good at talking.

He is definitely not a believer of the Lord of Storms... Belin brushed her long, slightly curly brown hair, and returned to the room on her own initiative, urging her colleagues.

Not long after, she came over with a stack of documents, sat on the single sofa next to her and said:

"After screening, here are three suitable butlers, let me give you a general introduction first.

"The first one, Mr. Asnia, 55 years old, he used to serve the Viscount of Yorkville. Later, because the Viscount failed to invest in mineral exploration and the family's financial crisis, he had to sell the land and manor and dismiss a large number of servants. In the past ten years Here, he was hired by two rich men one after another, and made outstanding contributions to the management of their family."

While speaking, Belin's brown eyes were shining, as if hiding two stars, carrying the unique vigor of a young girl.

Klein nodded lightly and said:

"Then why did he leave those two rich men?"

Belin smiled and replied:

"The first rich man made a lot of investment in East Balam, and his family moved there. Mr. Asnia was unwilling to leave Backlund, so he offered to resign. The second rich man, because of his poor health, will The affairs of the house were entrusted to his children, and that gentleman had more trusted housekeepers.

"Mr. Asnia is a believer in the goddess of the night, and his political inclination is more conservative. He asks for an annual salary of 130 pounds."

"May the goddess bless him." Klein tapped his chest four times clockwise, drawing a crimson moon.

Belin's eyes brightened and said:

"Mr. Dantès, are you also a believer of the goddess?"

"Of course." Klein smiled and nodded without explaining too much.

No wonder it's so gentle! Belin praised secretly, and continued to introduce:

"Mr Ryback,

48 years old, once served the Negan family, served as deputy butler and assistant to the butler for a long time, and later became the butler of Baron Syndras in a transaction.

"Not long after Duke Negan was assassinated, Mr. Ryback, whose service period expired, failed to get a new contract from Mr. Baron, so he had to seek help from our association.

"He is a shallow believer of the Lord of Storms. He has no problem with his personality. His political orientation is also the Conservative Party. He asks for a salary of 120 pounds."

Klein listened quietly, nodding in agreement from time to time, without interrupting Belin's narration.

Belin flipped through the paper, glanced at it, and said again:

"The third one, Mr. Walter, 42 years old, worked as a manor deacon and housekeeper's assistant at Viscount Connard's house. Because of some things, he had conflicts with the housekeeper and chose to leave. He asked for an annual salary of 115 pounds.

"He is a follower of the Evernight Goddess, and his political orientation is the New Party."

The new governor of Oravi Island is a member of Viscount Connard's family, and their family is a loyal supporter of the royal family... The corresponding information flashed through Klein's mind.

After the introduction, Belin handed out the stack of documents and said:

"Mr. Dantès, which one do you want to choose?"

Klein pondered for a few seconds, then said with a smile:

"Well, let the three of them come to my place at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will meet with them, have a talk, and finally make a decision."

He knows that similar associations do not provide accommodation, but are purely intermediary agencies. Even if he confirms the candidate now, he will have to wait until the afternoon or tomorrow to see his housekeeper, so it is better to hold a small interview meeting and choose the one that is more suitable for his intentions. bit.

"No problem." Belin smiled slightly, "What's your address?"

Klein drank the lipstick tea, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and wrote down the location and name of the current hotel.

"You, you just came to Backlund?" Belin glanced and asked blurted out.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that Mr. Dwayne Dantès' complexion was darker than normal, slightly bronzed, as if it had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and had a rough taste.

Well, his accent isn't Backlund either... Belin slowly recalled more details.

Klein laughed and said:

"I came from Dixie Bay, just waiting for a good butler to help me find a suitable house and servants."

After paying a deposit of 3 pounds, he politely drank some red tea and got up to leave.

Belin sent him all the way to the door and watched him board the carriage.

Mr. Dantès seems to be a rich man too...Compared to this, his temperament, his gentlemanly style, are all more attractive... Belin stood where she was, thinking casually.

In the carriage, Klein half-closed his eyes, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and calculated the next expenses uncontrollably:

"The housekeeper is about 120 pounds, the personal servant is 35 pounds, the cook is 30 pounds, the gardener is 25 pounds, the coachman is 25 pounds, the family nurse is 20 pounds, the three normal maids are 15 pounds, and the three handmaids are 10 pounds. As a result, the annual expenses for servants alone cost 330 pounds, which is roughly equivalent to 6 pounds 7 soli per week, which is more than my weekly salary in Tingen City.

"Besides, there must be a carriage, which looks like 100 pounds, and a garden house, and the weekly rent is almost another 2 pounds, plus the food, clothes, charcoal and other expenses of such a large group of people, the overall is simply exaggerated.

"Is this the daily life of a rich man..."

Klein suddenly regretted making such a character design.

He let out a breath, tried his best to put the matter behind him, and took a carriage to Pacefield Street in the North District.

There is a pure black church here, with a bell tower on each side, presenting a symmetrical beauty. It is the headquarters of the Backlund Parish of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, St. Samuel Church.

Klein straightened the handkerchief in his left pocket, took a gold-encrusted cane, and stepped into the church. He walked through the quiet corridor, and under the sunlight piercing the stained glass, he came to the large prayer hall.

It was very dark here, making people feel peaceful involuntarily. Klein found a place at random, leaned on his cane, took off his hat, and began to close his eyes and pray intently.

Time passed by, and after listening to the sermon, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, saluted the bishop with short black hair, and then came to the offering box next to him.

Breathing out silently, Klein took out two 10-pound and six 5-pound banknotes, and put them in one by one.

The bishop saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his expression softened a lot involuntarily.

Normally, unless there is a door-to-door request for a donation or a posthumous inheritance donation, the large amount of money that can be received in the dedication box in the church is only a few tens of pounds.

This means that the other party is a rich man, a rich man!

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