Chapter 444 Plan

night.

Triss lay on the floor, listening to her mother's suppressed coughing on the bed next to her, and slowly fell asleep.

Since her father went bankrupt and jumped off a building, she and her mother moved out of the big house in Green George District and rented a single room in a slum.

At that time, my mother entered the factory and was fired not long after suffering from lung disease. Since then, she can only make a living at home by pasting matchboxes and washing clothes for people, and her income is quite unstable.

After Triss went out to 'work', the family situation was a little better, but not much improved.

She has always wanted to save some money to see a doctor for her mother, but unfortunately... a group of female workers have recently lost their jobs, and the income of street girls continues to decline. They also have to deal with the exploitation of the tax officials in the empire and the extortion of gangs. In fact, there is not much money left.

For people in the slums, "savings" is just a word that sounds beautiful, which is equivalent to "dreams".

"I met a kind gentleman today. Although he looks a little vicious, he is surprisingly kind..."

Triss fell into a dreamland in a daze.

fog……

Gray fog...

She seemed to hear a whisper in her ear...

Triss felt that her thinking was a little stagnant, like a slightly drunk state after being drunk.

She raised her head and saw a tall figure shrouded in mist.

Countless mists surrounded him, hovering and surrounding the corners of the gray robe...

"A wish!"

The tall figure spoke slowly.

Countless echoes echoed in Triss' mind: "A wish, a wish, a wish..."

'This...is this the legendary...god? '

'But he is obviously not the sun god... I must be burned by the Inquisition? '

"According to folklore, people who make deals with unknown beings, or make wishes to fairies in the lake and magic lamps, will not end well, because they are devils in disguise..."

After all, Triss was educated when she was a child, so she thought of many things in a flash.

But following the echo of that 'one wish', she gritted her teeth and her expression gradually became firm: "I want my mother to recover!"

In a life of numbness and despair, every straw is worth grasping.

Triss felt that as long as this wish could be realized, even if she paid a heavy price, it was acceptable.

The tall figure didn't answer, it just dissipated into an endless gray mist.

The feeling of falling came.

boom!

Triss limbs stiffened, and she woke up: "It turns out...it was a dream!"

She glanced at her mother who was lying on the bed. It seemed to be an illusion. She felt that her mother's breathing was much more stable, and the murmur from the thick phlegm in her chest seemed to disappear.

the next day.

early morning.

"I'm going to Mrs. Marilyn's to have a look, maybe there's some accumulated laundry that needs to be washed..."

Mother Triss said as she got up.

"Um."

Triss started to make breakfast, looking at her mother who had tidied up the workbench as a dining table, she suddenly noticed a difference: "Mom... your cough?"

Tris's mother was startled, with a relaxed expression on her face: "Yeah... I feel much better today, and I don't want to cough anymore. Triss, what's wrong with you?"

She was surprised to see the tears on her daughter's face.

"It's okay, I'm just very happy."

Triss turned around, continued cooking oatmeal bread, and silently said in her heart: "Thank you...the unknown existence...you have fulfilled my wish, no matter what the price, I am willing to bear it."

...

The Remingtons' home.

Aaron got up and stretched himself: "The sun is good today."

Of course, he cured Tris's mother's condition.

It's not to charge any price, but just want to do it, so I do it.

To have strength in your body is to live a life as you wish, to do evil if you want to do evil, to do good if you want to do good, you don’t need any reason, just do what you want.

'And to achieve this level is enough...'

‘If you suddenly give her a large sum of money, it will cause trouble instead. '

'It's not a good thing to have a relationship with extraordinary. '

Aaron put on a black trench coat, put on a hat, and walked down the stairs.

"Mr. Palla, good morning, I made sandwiches and coffee for breakfast." Mrs. Remington greeted warmly: "Do you want to come together?"

This is an invitation, not a paid one.

"You are very kind."

Aaron did not refuse. He came to the dining table and had breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Remington. By the way, he discussed the direction and trend of coal stocks with Mr. Remington, and got a surprise look from the other party.

"Mr. Parra, I really admire your gaze. You must be a successful businessman."

Mr. Remington admired.

"It's just a trivial opinion." Aaron was very polite.

"Then... are you coming to Pulmouth mainly to expand your business?" Mr. Remington said enthusiastically, "I can introduce you to several merchant clubs. They also have a certain demand for building materials."

"Thank you, but my main purpose this time is to find out the way to enter the upper class."

Aaron said frankly: "As you know, in today's empire, if you want to do big business, you can't do without those channels."

"It's very difficult, very difficult." Mr. Remington wrinkled his forehead, showing deep wrinkles: "I have seen many big businessmen, who spent a lot of money, trying to squeeze into that circle, but all failed in the end, and quickly Bankruptcy... People in the upper class are very exclusive, without aristocratic or church background, it is difficult to get their approval."

Even in business, the relationship between the second son of a nobleman and the church has an advantage over ordinary households!

"Have to try."

Aaron smiled confidently: "Business is always full of challenges, isn't it?"

"So... what specific ideas do you have?" Mr. Remington lit a cigarette for himself with an inexplicable expression.

He seemed to be nostalgic for the glory days of his youth, and seemed to have a hint of mockery at Aaron's overreaching.

Of course, out of Invensway's gentlemanly reserve, he didn't show it.

"Well, I heard that Lord Faneuil is planning to hold a ball, and I want to get an invitation letter first." Aaron said his plan: "It is said that there will be many nobles and high society people attending the ball, if If you can go in, there should be a lot of benefits."

"Of course, I wish you success!" Mr. Remington stubbed out his cigarette, looked at Aaron who got up and left, and complained to Mrs. Remington: "I have seen many ignorant and arrogant guys...but this Mr. Pala It's really beyond my imagination, he still doesn't understand the weight of a Lord of the Empire... A big businessman once spent hundreds of thousands of pounds just for the title of Lord of Honor, but he didn't succeed in the end..."

"I think...Mr. Parra may be returning to the countryside after staying in the capital for less than a month."

Mrs. Remington asked worriedly: "Should we refund part of the rent?"