Chapter 261 Dawn’s Family’s Banquet Tonight

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Boom, boom, boom!

After knocking on the door several times, the housekeeper Walter walked in and handed the banquet guest list drawn up by himself and the housekeeper Taneja to his employer Dawn Dantès.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Klein took the list and glanced at it roughly, searching for the names of familiar people in the long list of guests: Congressman Macht and his family—Miss Hazel has recovered from her illness and is able to participate in social activities—have already Dr. Ellen Kreese, who is well-known in the upper class, and Ms. Mary Short, who has a fortune of tens of thousands of pounds... In addition, they are neighbors near this street. They once invited their new friend Dawn to attend. After the dance, dinner and afternoon tea, now it was Dawn's turn to invite them back.

The invited members are either rich or noble, but only for ordinary people and the middle class.

Mr. Dwayne Dantès is still in the process of pursuing status and titles, so he cannot invite people of the noble level.

Most of the people here are people I know, but there are also many unfamiliar names mixed in, such as social butterflies in the upper class, some contacts who will be needed soon... These are all selected by the experienced butler Walter, and also With the help of the thoughtful Ms. Taneya, Klein was relieved of his annual expenses of nearly two hundred pounds.

In order to show that Dawn had read the list carefully, Klein carefully selected a few names and asked:

"Who is Mr. Brahm Müller?"

Walter replied: "He is a baron who was canonized by the king five years ago. He owns a large area of ​​land in East Tucker County. However, his business in the southern continent has suffered setbacks in recent years, and he hopes to give himself more partners. Political The leaning is Conservative.”

In other words, they are nobles who want to help each other... He was invited because he has experience in obtaining titles and can introduce some big names and connections to Dwayne Dantès... Klein nodded and picked another name:

"Milan Nora Fetus..." This name is quite unisex. Is it Mr. or Ms.?

Walter saw his employer's doubts and explained considerately:

"This gentleman is the owner of Feitus United Food Factory, running cakes, tea, spices and luxury goods business. He is also a rich man himself, with amazing assets. It is said that he is a descendant of a certain nobleman in Intis, although He has not yet received a title, but he has already had share transactions with many nobles. His business has not been affected by the Southern Continent, and he has not shown any political leanings yet."

Food factory? I seem to have an impression... There is a cake shop in Queens that specializes in Intis-style desserts. It is said that they offer high prices to chefs and pastry chefs who have served aristocratic families, and strive to make their brand "high-end" On marketing...

Thinking of desserts, Klein said:

“I hope to allow guests to taste the flavors of my hometown.”

Walter immediately replied: "We have prepared a lot of Disi-style food and the menu has been planned."

"very good."

Klein nodded slightly and returned the list in his hand to Walter.

…

"We got the invitation!"

In a particularly luxuriously decorated villa in a wealthy area, the gargoyle pattern carved on the stairs suddenly spoke:

"Dwayne Dantes' butler is here!!"

"Tomorrow night, the head of the family should prepare to report to His Majesty!"

"Master! Can you hear me, Master!"

The shrill voice of the gargoyle spread to the upper and lower floors in an instant, echoing repeatedly in the villa, forming a dizzying sound wave. Like hundreds of ducks whose throats were pinched, they sang loudly, which immediately attracted curses from several young people playing cards in the living room:

"The master of the house has been waiting downstairs!"

"Be quiet!"

"I really regret making you a reconnaissance system. Your 'announcement' is just a loudspeaker that only makes noise!"

An inconspicuous bat painted on the wallpaper turned its eyes, and the gargoyle retaliated:

"Miel, you only have one pair and two left!"

"Ah! Damn it." The companion snickered, and the young man who just scolded the gargoyle cursed, and was soon killed to pieces, and angrily threw the remaining cards at the gargoyle's face.

"If you had been so adaptable when you were alive, you wouldn't have become a sealed object."

The gargoyle chuckled: "I was besieged by people from the church, and I still had one head left in the end. Can you do it?"

Several young men with purple eyes and hair mocked the gargoyles, and then turned their attention back to winning or losing in the card game. The winner asked proudly: "What are you going to lose to me this time?"

Miel North sighed: "One year's lifespan?"

"No, I just won for twelve years, and I'm not old enough to worry about it yet."

"Then, a piece of auxiliary material for Sequence 5?"

"No, I can get it myself." The winner took a drink from the lower-level demon holding the tray and said with a smile, "I want two places to eat."

The demon who lost the card was surprised: "Are your hands itchy? Then go to the slums and eat whatever you want. There are so many corrupted souls."

"Although workers in the factory are a bit more expensive, they can arouse social concern and panic."

The young man who won the card smiled and said: "It only costs two or three hundred pounds per person. You can also publicize it in the newspaper. If you don't have any family members, just find some reason to donate to the church. So many factories have one every month." With two quotas, it’s easy to complete the ceremony.”

"Then I'll give it to you. I've just been promoted to Sequence 6, so I don't need these quotas."

Miel fell back indifferently. Now the life of the devils is much better. As long as they have money, they can kill people at will.

The criminals of Sequence 9 are digesting magic potions in the corners of cities on various continents. The cold-blooded ones of Sequence 8 cannot yet control themselves well, so they need more digestion. The people who killed people in the Feitus United Food Factory were basically Sequence 7 serial killers, and most of the workers who were killed died quietly, and it was enough to give them some money to keep. What was exposed were the Sequence 6 demons who were preparing for promotion.

In this era, everyone's life has a price.

The devils don't believe that there are things that money can't buy. If you don't sell, it only proves that my bid is not high enough.

For workers with dependents, a hundred pounds or more will make their dependents burst into tears of gratitude. To the devil, this is just pocket money between their fingers. And working-class families who were occasionally "lucky" enough to be published in newspapers could receive nearly four hundred pounds, and the conflict shifted from the devil to the family members who received more generous pensions.

The death of workers without family members would not attract anyone's attention.

Their lives were originally worthless, but now they can participate in the promotion and role of demons.

In fact, an "Apostle of Desire" who was promoted last month publicly claimed among the poor workers that he was a lunatic with a penchant for killing people. One life costs 350 pounds. As a result, an unusually large number of people signed up. Two people were promoted to Sequence 5. The month is complete.

The Demon Family has a lot of money, gems, sealed artifacts, and a frighteningly high turnover of the factory. They provide cheap shares to the nobles to drag them down, and use the money to exchange the protection umbrella with Silveras Field. The final result is nothing more than: a fire caused There were only more than thirty casualties.

More than thirty people were burned to ashes and were quietly sent to the cemetery without saying a word.

They would rather exchange their lives for this money than believe that they can live long enough to earn so much money through work.

Since the death of the angel of the Beria family, Andrelade took advantage of the situation and had a bitter feud with Beria.

And Milan North kneeled down Edward Vaughn with lightning speed. The North family quickly received support, and now they have entered the family and started the food industry in the capital of the country in the northern continent. They are doing better than others. Both are much better.

The huge roller called capital rumbles, crushing inconspicuous human beings one after another. Purchasing goods is praying, and forgiving casualties is recognition. The devil became a group of happy and free factory owners, killing more legally, more gracefully, more efficiently, and more decently.

While talking, footsteps were heard on the stairs, and the current manager of the North family, the owner of Feitus United Food Factory, came upstairs.

He is just an "apostle of desire", but because he made the right decisions, his status surpasses that of the demigods of the demon family.

Miel and others stood up quickly. Milan, who looked less than thirty, glanced at the cards on the table and said:

"I'm going to Dwayne Dantès's house for a dinner tonight at seven o'clock."

"Take good care of the factory. If you don't clean it up, I will use your bones to build a wall."

The demons were obedient, and one of them asked out of curiosity: "Master, are you going alone? Without any attendants?"

Milan nodded slightly:

"Dwayne Dantès is an extraordinary person in his own right. I will go alone to prevent unnecessary complications."

He thought of the two great beings on the pure black carriage, restrained his emotions, and said calmly: "Do you have any objections?"

The devils who were in charge of the factory shook their heads and were driven off to their afternoon work.

540

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Klein, neatly dressed, took his butler Walter and valet Richardson to the foyer to greet the guests attending the ball.

Soon, he saw a familiar face walking in.

Alan Kress!

The well-known surgeon walked into the main door with his wife, who had a high belly on his arm.

Pregnant woman... Klein's heart moved and he greeted her with a smile on his face.

As a polite gentleman, of course Klein would not stare at Allen's wife. He looked at the famous surgeon and said:

"Good evening, Alan, what should I call this?"

Allen's cold temperament has not changed much, but it does not affect him as he handed over the beautifully packaged red wine and smiled politely:

"My wife, Velma Gladys, is a high school teacher."

"It looks like you are going to be a father again. When is the due date?" Klein asked as he took the gift from the other party.

The topic he originally prepared for Dr. Allen was several new surgical procedures that had been reported recently. He never expected that the doctor would bring his wife, who was many months pregnant, to participate.

For him, this was an unexpected surprise, because the unborn fetus in Mrs. Velma Gladys's belly was Will Asceptin, the "Snake of Mercury."

Allen subconsciously glanced at his wife's belly, smiled slightly and said:

"In early July, if you don't mind, I hope to invite you to his birth party then."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentle and beautiful black-haired lady Velma suddenly held her stomach and let out a soft cry of pain.

"What's wrong?" Allen blurted out.

"He kicked me and has calmed down now." Velma said with a relaxed expression.

After a few more pleasantries, Klein handed the gift in his hand to valet Richardson and asked him to lead two, no, three guests into the hall.

Before long, he welcomed the second pair of guests, Bishop Elektra and his female companion, who were still wearing black clergy robes.

"Good evening, Bishop, I've been sleeping very well recently." Klein tried hard to say secretly, pretending not to know about the Church of Night.

Bishop Elektra immediately tapped his chest four times clockwise and said:

"This is the blessing of the goddess."

After a brief greeting, Lady Mary arrived, and Bishop Elektra entered the hall to wait, allowing Dawn to communicate with the next guest.

More and more guests arrived. Klein recalled the corresponding topics while greeting them with enthusiasm and humor, and received many gifts.

Soon, he saw a young man with black hair, but his hair and eyes were glowing with some weird purple. He looked to be less than thirty years old. He wore a gold lapel inlaid with gems. He had a noble temperament and some aristocratic arrogance, which was slightly inconsistent with Luen's reserved style.

This should be Mr. Milan, who is rumored to be related to the Intis noble. His hair color is very interesting, but it is much more normal than dark green hair... When they met for the first time, Klein prepared the words to greet the other party and took the initiative to say, He smiled and said:

"Backlund's desserts have gradually made me no longer miss the flavor of Duxi County."

Mr. Milan smiled very softly, which made people subconsciously like him: "I have wanted to go to the beach for a long time, but I have never had the chance. Now maybe a friend will introduce me to the scenery of Dixi."

The two were not too familiar with each other, and after exchanging a few words to connect with each other, Klein invited him in.

After walking into the door, his inspiration suddenly touched him slightly. He looked in the direction outside the door and saw that the two black carriages belonging to Mr. Milan had already left.

Two cars? Maybe it was to place gifts, or pick up someone passing by...

Klein focused a little more attention on the hall and the guests, but everything was normal. When it was almost time, Dawn announced the start of the dance and invited everyone to enjoy the time.

As the host of the banquet, he cannot miss the first three opening dances. After three dances, Klein finally got a brief moment to stuff in some food and drink a cup of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea with ice cubes - a Dixi specialty that he specially asked the kitchen to prepare.

Then, he planned to go to the bathroom, and "Mercury Snake" Will Asceptin suddenly came to the door. He might have something to say to him.

Sitting in the lounge area of ​​the hall, Mrs. Wilma stretched out her hand to rub her belly. Several men who were talking suddenly looked embarrassed at the same time. They barely maintained their appearance and walked to the bathroom with difficulty, faster than Klein.

"Are so many people hungry?"

Klein was startled at first, then frowned: "It doesn't seem right...are you trying to stop me?"

"He's here, but he doesn't want to talk to me? Don't want to talk to me now?"

Klein guessed, then turned around and walked towards the study attached to the floor where the bathroom was located.

The group of men who had just rushed to the washroom suddenly stopped, looked at each other in confusion, and stood up straight, as if the abdominal pain that was about to break out just now was just their imagination.

It's actually...

Klein stopped trying to walk to the bathroom. He happened to be hungry, so he was going back to the hall downstairs to eat more and talk to familiar people.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something, turned his head suddenly, and looked into the shadow on the second floor.

The light from the gas lamp seemed to suddenly dim, the surrounding air began to become cold, and a pair of dark gray short boots stepped out of the shadows. His gaze slowly upwards, he saw simple dark formal trousers and a brown trench coat. One hand was hanging by his side, and the other hand had been raised and stretched out to him.

Familiar pictures, familiar feelings, familiar coldness!

Klein's hair stood on end. He couldn't look away and couldn't sense everything around him. All his senses were gradually dying out, like a blank, or like a chaotic kaleidoscope unfolding in the world in the corner of his eyes. That hand was about to touch him. ——

A man grew out of the shadows, and the cross ornaments on his body jingled.

The person who seemed to be one with the shadow grabbed the wrist of the hand and pressed it down step by step.

The restraint imposed on Klein suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment returned to normal. But the next moment, the two familiar and unfamiliar guests in front of him made his heart seem to suddenly stop beating.

The two people across from each other greeted each other fiercely with their eyes, and then looked at Klein at the same time.

The young man with blond hair mixed with black highlights spoke in a low voice:

"This is the first real meeting."

Klein gritted his teeth, preventing the jaw-dropping ugliness from appearing. The "Wriggling Hunger" worn on his left hand trembled and emitted a terrifying high temperature. The messy spirituality overflowed everywhere, just like a fanatical fan seeing his idol.

The identity of the person opposite is ready to be revealed.

——Who said that Mr. !

TBC

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Forsi, you framed me!