Chapter 226 Ch225 Paroyemed
Chapter 226 Ch.225 Paloyemed
The Bank of Paloyemed is located at No. 23, Cross Street.
It is almost as majestic as a church.
The complex lines carved by craftsmen form the wall. Above the building's waistline, a huge bear head is carved - this is the symbol of the god's attendant: Sean Westwick.
Bear noble.
Second Crown God: Eve’s…
waiter.
He ascended to immortality through the path of the "herd", and then passed through the path, letting his figure fall into Eve's eyes.
Often, Ritualists of the Maelstrom worship Eve as well as the Bear Noble: Sean Westwick.
According to the information in the Inquisition Library, when performing a small secret ritual involving the Second Crown God, if one prays to the Giant Bear Noble at the same time, the ritual may have even more wonderful effects.
Divine Attendant…
Serving at the side of God, a great existence second only to the sleeping God.
Roland raised his head and looked at the giant bear surrounded by stone lines.
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"The cyclic ruler of the quadruple spiral, the cold fire, the blazing turbulence..."
"Nature goddess Eve."
"And his attendant: the Bear Noble, Sean Westwick."
"The records say that he often wanders around the world while sleeping, his whereabouts are unpredictable."
"He was once the Earl of Bath, and then abandoned his family business and disappeared. In a battle hundreds of years ago, he suddenly appeared as a waiter - the giant bear he transformed into crushed all enemies in front of him. From then on, West The Vic family is also known as the Giant Bear family."
"His descendants used his legacy to establish banks."
"That is before you: Paloyemede."
"It is said that this was the name of a certain lover that Sir Westwick once loved most."
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You've done your homework well, Wrench.
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So ugly, like a pig.
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This is acceptable.
"You blind man still picked it."
The wind is quite strong today.
Roland wore a thicker dark fur coat and a new cane.
After getting off the carriage, wait aside.
The black hair tied behind her head fluttered with the wind and snow.
Many people, not just women, stopped to gaze at this picturesque natural scenery.
‘Who is he waiting for? ’
Maybe a girl will get out of the car and tell a romantic story.
Some passers-by thought with a smile.
Not long after.
They saw a 'sphere' squeeze out of the carriage with difficulty.
I almost slipped.
Philip Chandson turned to the servant and said a few words, adjusting his collar.
"I know that 'extraordinary' people like you have special ways to grow eyes - I don't need servants to serve you... Oh, you should be the most handsome man on this street today."
Philip Chandson sent an invitation to the Inquest a few days ago.
For Roland.
The last time they met, Roland learned that he was probably familiar with Cherry, so Roland naturally went to the appointment.
"I wanted to talk to you elsewhere, but I couldn't help but want to show you off my newly modified carriage."
indeed so.
Philip Chandson had already ‘explained’ the whole journey to Roland.
This carriage is half longer than an ordinary carriage and has double mezzanines. Aside from the side cases for storing wine, the small cigar cabinet, the soft leather seats and the hand-painted oil paintings by famous artists on the ceiling, everything in the car is expensive and rare.
Even the inverted cone-shaped wooden base that supports the table is covered with a layer of crocodile skin.
"This is certainly something to show off, Mr. Chandson. I may say that I have never seen a more luxurious carriage than yours."
Hearing Roland's praise, Philip Chandson was so happy that he led him up the stairs again and again.
Paloyemed is just around the corner.
The brown wooden doors that opened outwards were wide open, and two men wearing black waiter uniforms and gold ribbons around their waists kept nodding to the guests coming and going. Sometimes when meeting a familiar face, he would bow kindly with a smile - obviously, Chandson was within the scope of this bow.
"Good day, gentlemen."
The waiter came forward quickly, bending down with a smile on his face: "How can I help you?"
Philip Chandson made an appointment with Roland today to talk about Cherry Chloe, and he was just stopping by Paloyemed.
"I want to issue a bearer certificate for a thousand pounds."
He sent a waiter to lead the way and asked Roland in a low voice: "You may not have heard of it recently. This matter has been spread throughout our circle."
"What?"
"Investment, big business, Mr. Collins."
Phillip rubbed his round nose and took a few breaths: "...a big and profitable business. If you are interested, we can talk about it later."
Roland probably knew what he was referring to.
The waiter led them to a high counter and tapped it twice with his fingers.
The clerk holding a monocle at the counter looked up when he heard the sound.
Considering Philip Chandson's assets, one thousand pounds was not a large sum of money. The clerk filled out the form for him neatly and stamped it. Roland held his hands and listened to the conversation coming from not far away:
At the counter closest to them, a bearded man was defending in a low voice.
"A few days ago you said yes!"
"You didn't increase the price a few days ago." The clerk at the counter was very polite, but did not relent at all: "This has exceeded our valuation, Mr. Brown, I hope you can understand."
The man at the counter couldn't understand.
He took off his hat, tugged at his tie, leaned over the counter, and spoke in a much lower voice: "... Just do me a favor. That's downtown, sir, downtown! The best place! You can't find a better place like this in the whole of London..."
The clerk agreed with him, but it was meaningless.
He expressed regret for this.
"I'm just a clerk, as you can see. If I could decide the price, where would I sit?" He made a joke, slammed a stack of bills in his hand on the table a few times, and pressed it into the booklet: "One thousand three hundred pounds, Mr. Brown, this is already a high price."
"Don't you know?"
Isaac Brown still didn't give up: "... That's the best place."
"The location is indeed, but the price is not necessarily. If it's really that good, why did you come to Palojemed?"
There is no shortage of private transfers these days, but it's different when it comes to banks.
"…Their offer is unfair." Isaac Brown rolled his eyes: "My hospital cost a lot of money, and there are many medical instruments in it..."
"Yes, but what use is it to us, Mr. Brown? It's more troublesome than value - if we take over your house, we have to hire someone to take care of it again."
Isaac Brown hesitated.
The clerk sighed.
He was also embarrassed.
This gentleman came several times.
Roland frowned and suddenly interrupted: "Why do you want to embarrass a gentleman? I'm sorry, I really can't tolerate such disrespectful words. Paloyemed should not be like this, and the Giant Bear Family is definitely not like this."