Chapter 7 Encountered and Unmet

Saint Samuel's Church, inside the Great Prayer Hall.

The short-haired bishop withdrew his eyes, no longer looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of the offering box, and did not have the idea of ​​talking in the past.

Here, in front of the altar, he represents the church, and under the gaze of the goddess, it is impossible to treat anyone who donates more with enthusiasm.

However, he remembered the other person's pretty good looks and mature and elegant temperament, and he planned to try to get to know him if he met again in the future.

Quietly watching the last banknote slide into the offering box, Klein closed his eyes, turned and left there.

When passing by the preaching bishop, he purposely glanced at the clergyman, smiled and nodded.

The bishop responded with a warm smile, and tapped his chest four times clockwise.

Klein was not in a hurry to get in touch with the relevant personnel, and made sure that his actions were logical and that there were no abruptness that aroused suspicion. He calmly and unhurriedly stepped aside to pass a believer, and returned to the seat he was sitting in along the aisle. He took his hat and cane and walked out of the church step by step.

At this time, the believers who had listened to the sermon either went to the offering box to express their hearts, or got up and left directly. They didn’t think there was any problem, because this was not a compulsive behavior.

Even devout believers who love donations don’t throw money into the donation box every time they come here. They often do it once or twice a week or two depending on the specific situation of the family.

The common people pay about a few pennies each time, the middle class three to five soli, and the rich and nobles pay it in gold pounds, which does not exceed 100.

This is a general situation. Every year on the holy day of the "Goddess of the Night", that is, the "Winter Ritual Day", the amount of a single donation will inflate a lot. Common people with ample money will choose two to three soli, and the middle class will choose about 5 pounds. , the upper-class people donate directly to the diocesan bishop and church charities, ranging from a few hundred pounds to a few thousand pounds.

——"Winter Ritual Day" refers to the day with the longest night every year, which is considered to be the birthday of the "Goddess of the Night".

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After leaving the church, Klein stood on the edge of the square outside, watching the flocks of white pigeons fluttering up and then circling down as if nothing had happened.

He even bought some food from nearby vendors and fed the pigeons leisurely. He didn't intend to read newspaper advertisements to find suitable houses in the North District, because this was the task of the housekeeper.

An excellent butler who has lived in Backlund for many years should know roughly which neighborhoods different nobles, rich people, and top middle-class people who can help their master live in, so they can choose houses purposefully.

Neighborhood communication is the first step for newcomers to enter the corresponding circle!

"Whether it's the Carlton Club where bigwigs from the Conservative Party gather, or the Freedom Club of the New Party, and various active or retired officer clubs representing the military, you must have enough referrals before you can get in touch... Hey, the Kingdom is now The so-called club politics." Klein pulled his thoughts back, thinking about what to do after the behavior of feeding the pigeons to create a character was over.

After serious thinking, he found that he really had nothing to do immediately, because the plan was still on the surface.

So, he was going to enjoy an expensive but hearty lunch. This was not only the behavior Dwayne Dantès should have, but also Klein's own curiosity.

In the past few months in Backlund, he never worked up the courage to go to some of the most prestigious restaurants in this metropolis. Choose one of the four restaurants in Lawyer Gen’s house, and sometimes go to the East District to settle breakfast or lunch in a cafe that looks very greasy.

"La Pori Restaurant? Their head chef is said to have come from Earl Hall's family, and provided rich people, barristers, and senior government employees with an aristocratic flavor that is usually difficult to come by... Earl Hall seems to have invested in this restaurant. The restaurant occupies a lot of shares... Well, this restaurant specializes in Backlund's local dishes. The desserts are very famous, and the prices are very unfriendly...

"Intis Serenzo restaurant, here has the purest Intis cuisine,

Hehe, many of the signature dishes in it bear the name of Roselle, and they are said to have been passed down from the emperor's court... Moreover, unlike most restaurants of the same level, it only offers a few main dishes for dinner every day. There are a lot of choices..." Klein recalled the top restaurant information he had read from newspapers and magazines before, and finally decided to see the emperor's court dishes.

He didn't stay any longer, stopped a carriage, and headed to the Intis Serenzo Restaurant in the West District.

When he arrived at the door, Klein handed over his coat, hat, and cane to a waiter in a red vest, and asked him:

"Are there any seats available? I don't have a reservation."

"Yes." The waiter in the red vest didn't seem to be surprised, and asked humbly, "Sir, is this your first time here? Are you alone?"

Klein nodded frankly, smiled and said:

"Yes."

"Then may I have the honor to introduce you to our restaurant's most distinctive dishes and famous wines?" the waiter in the red vest said while leading the customers in.

"This is exactly what I need." Klein passed through the ornately decorated gate and saw the wall that seemed to reflect golden light.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a vault.

Then, he noticed the oil paintings hanging on the walls, the marble statues placed in appropriate positions, and the gold objects inlaid or embellished in different places.

"Please pay attention to your steps." The waiter in the red vest reminded him, leading Klein to sit by the window, and the melodious melody of the violin was heard from the band in the distance.

The waiter fetched the menu and wine list, flipped through the introduction and said:

"Our most famous dishes here are braised dagoya beef short ribs, porcini mushrooms with black truffle, and Intis-style foie gras. I would like to mention that the raw materials of foie gras come from Beaune in the Champagne province of the Kingdom of Intis. S Farm..."

While listening to the waiter's introduction, Klein browsed the menu written in the ancient Fusac language, and was attracted by the prices above.

After talking about the main course, appetizer, dessert, etc., the waiter turned to explain the wine pairing, and finally said:

"The champagne, red wine, and white wine here are all from well-known wineries in the Champagne province, even including the red wine of Ormere produced in 1330, which is worth 126 pounds. If you buy it, you can take it away directly, or you can store it in us Here, come for a drink every time."

126 pounds... I can hire an excellent butler... Hehe... Klein smiled very gracefully:

"Your food and wine are so good, it's hard to choose."

The waiter in the red vest smiled politely and said:

"You can choose today's chef's recommendation, and our chef will match you with a pure and delicious Intis meal. It has three options: 15 pounds, 10 pounds, and 8 pounds"

I don't want to choose any of them... Klein leaned back slightly and smiled:

"15 pounds."

"Okay." The waiter in the red vest put away the menu and wine list, and walked towards the back kitchen.

Klein took a breath, exhaled slowly, and looked ahead casually.

Suddenly, he saw a slightly familiar figure, it was a lady in an olive green dress.

She was tall and well proportioned, and wore an old-fashioned black bonnet with muslin tulle hanging down over her face.

As a "faceless man", Klein has a strong ability to distinguish the appearance of human beings, and he recognized this lady immediately:

"Queen of Mysteries", the eldest daughter of Emperor Roselle, Bernadette Gustav!

He didn't look back hastily, but naturally moved his gaze to the side. Bernadette seemed to be unaware of the abnormality, and disappeared at the stairs.

How did she appear here? By the way, the signature of this restaurant is the palace dishes of Emperor Russell. Heh, it’s not the Chinese style I imagined. The emperor probably doesn’t know how to cook. At most, he can explain the concept. There are indeed stir-fried dishes here... Um, is it behind the scenes? The owner is her? She isn't floating in the sea, what is she doing in Backlund, hasn't she already found the Grand Thief "Dark Emperor"? Klein sat calmly on the surface, and one doubt after another appeared in his heart.

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At this time, on the street, a carriage was driving towards Intis Serenzo's restaurant.

Sitting in the carriage was the family of Alan Kress, a well-known surgeon who was a member of the Cragg Club and a good friend of Sherlock Moriarty, who once entrusted the big detective to deal with the Will Auceptin incident.

Ever since his wife became pregnant, he felt that his luck had become quite good. His career was improving day by day, and his income was increasing every month. Recently, he successfully completed the internal organ surgery of Baron Syndras, and got this newly promoted nobleman. Thanks to his appreciation, he invited the family to have lunch at Serenzo's restaurant.

"It is said that the ice cream inside is very good." Allen smiled reservedly at his wife.

His wife is a black-haired beauty with an obvious belly, she said with a gentle smile:

"I'm looking forward to Emperor Roselle's court dishes."

Allen let out a "hmm", and looked sideways out of the window:

"Coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wife covered her stomach and frowned:

"hurts a little."

Alan, who is not a father for the first time, checked quickly and found no problems, but his wife became more and more uncomfortable, and the child in her belly seemed to be making trouble.

"I, I still won't go, I want to go home and rest." Allen's wife offered to propose.

Allen thought about it:

"I'll accompany you back."

He immediately ordered his personal servant:

"Get off here and go to the restaurant to apologize to Baron Syndras on my behalf."

When the carriage started to return, Alan's wife felt relieved inexplicably, and after entering the house, everything was back to normal.

She pointed to her belly dumbfounded, and said to her husband:

"Looks like he doesn't want ice cream."

Ah Choo! In Intis Serenzo's restaurant, Klein, who hadn't missed every piece of food before, enjoyed the ice cream with distress and satisfaction. His nose was a little itchy on the way, he pulled out the paper, and sneezed.

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West District, inside a dark house.

Forsi, who has been promoted to "Astrologer", is actively and conscientiously participating in various Extraordinary gatherings, looking for the possibility of making money.

She currently owes 220 pounds, so that she is suspected by her friends of participating in illegal gambling.

I can't even afford the necessary crystal balls now... While my thoughts were wandering, Fors suddenly heard a party member say:

"I'm going to sell a 'Moon Puppet'."

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