Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 261 Dawn's Party Tonight
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Boom boom boom!
After knocking on the door several times, butler Walter came in and handed the guest list for the banquet that he and housekeeper Tanya had drawn up to his employer Dwayne Dantes.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Klein took the list and glanced at it, searching for names of people he was familiar with in the long guest list: Congressman Macht's family - Miss Hazel had recovered from her illness and was able to participate in social activities - Dr. Allen Kress, who was already well-known in the upper class, and Ms. Mary Short, who had a fortune of tens of thousands of pounds... In addition, there were the neighbors along the street, who had invited their new friend Dawn to dances, dinners, and afternoon teas. Now it was Dawn's turn to reciprocate and invite them.

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

Mr. Dwayne Dantes was still in the process of pursuing status and title, and could not invite anyone of the noble level.

Most of them were people he knew, but there were also many unfamiliar names mixed in, such as socialites in the upper class and some connections that he would soon need... These were all selected by the experienced butler Walter, and with the help of the thoughtful Ms. Tanya, Klein was very confident about his annual expenditure of nearly 200 pounds.

To show that Dawn had carefully read the list, Klein carefully selected a few names and asked:
"Mr. Brem Mueller?"

Walter replied: "He is a baron who was canonized by the king five years ago and owns a large tract of land in East Tuckershire. However, his business in the southern continent has suffered setbacks in recent years. He hopes to have more partners. His political inclination is the Conservative Party."

In other words, he was a noble who wanted to help each other... He was invited because he had experience in obtaining a title and could introduce some important figures and connections to Dwayne Dantès... Klein nodded and picked another name:
"Milan Norafitus..." This name is quite neutral, is it Mr. or Ms.?
Walter saw his employer's doubts and explained considerately:

"This gentleman is the owner of the Fetus United Food Factory, and runs a cake, tea, spice and luxury goods business. He is also a wealthy man with amazing assets. It is said that he is a descendant of a noble in Intis. Although he has not yet obtained a title, he has already traded shares with many nobles. His business has not been affected by the southern continent, and he has not yet revealed his political inclinations."

Food factory? I seem to have some impression of it... There is a cake shop in Queens that specializes in Intis-style desserts. It is said that they offer high prices to chefs and dessert chefs who have served aristocratic families, and strive to market their own brand as "high-end"...

Thinking of dessert, Klein said:
“I hope to let the guests taste the flavors of my hometown.”

Walter immediately replied: "We have prepared a lot of Dixie-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 luxuriously decorated villa in a wealthy area, the gargoyle pattern carved on the stairs suddenly spoke:
"Dwayne Dantès's butler is here!!"

"Tomorrow night, the Patriarch should prepare to report to His Majesty!"

"Master! Can you hear me, Master?"

The gargoyle's voice was sharp and piercing, and it instantly spread to the upper and lower floors, echoing repeatedly in the villa, forming a dizzying sound wave. It was like hundreds of ducks with their throats pinched, singing loudly, and immediately attracted the curses of several young people playing cards in the living room:
"The owner of the house has been waiting downstairs!"

"Be quiet!"

"I really regret turning you into a reconnaissance system. Your 'Announcement of Death' is just a loud speaker that makes a lot of noise!"

An inconspicuous bat painted on the wallpaper turned its eyes around, and the gargoyle retaliated:
"Miel, you only have one against two!"

"Ah! Damn it." His companions snickered. The young man who had just scolded the gargoyle cursed him and was quickly killed without a single piece of armor left. He angrily threw the remaining cards at the gargoyle's face.

"If you had such strong adaptability when you were alive, you wouldn't have ended up as a Sealed Item."

The gargoyle chuckled and said, "I was besieged by people from the church, but I still had a head left. Can you do that?"

Several young men with purple eyes and hair taunted the gargoyle for a few words, then turned their attention back to the win or loss of the card game. The winner asked smugly, "What are you going to lose to me this time?"

Miel North sighed: "One year of life?"

"No, I just won twelve years, and I'm not old enough to worry about my age."

"Then, a sequence 5 auxiliary material?"

"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 devil who lost the game was surprised: "You feel itchy? Then go to the slums and eat whatever you want. There are many fallen souls there."

"Although the wages of factory workers are a little higher, it can arouse social concern and panic."

The young man who won the card said with a smile, "It's only two or three hundred pounds per person, and you can also advertise it in the newspaper. If you don't have family members, just find a reason to donate to the church. There are so many factories that have one or two quotas every month, so it's easy to complete the ceremony."

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

Miel fell back indifferently. The demons had an easier life now. As long as they had money, they could kill anyone they wanted.

Sequence 9 criminals digested the potion in the corners of cities on various continents. The cold-blooded Sequence 8s could not control themselves well, so they needed more digestion. The people who killed people in the Fetus United Food Factory were basically Sequence 7 serial killers, and most of the workers who were killed died quietly, and they were just paid a little money to settle the matter privately. The ones who were exposed were the Sequence 6 demons who were preparing for promotion.

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

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

For workers with families, a hundred pounds or more would make their families grateful, which was just pocket money for the devil. Occasionally, a worker's family that was "lucky enough" to be in the newspaper could get nearly four hundred pounds, and the conflict shifted from the devil to the families who received more generous pensions.

For workers without family members, their death would not attract anyone's attention.

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

Even last month, an "Apostle of Desire" who was promoted publicly declared among the workers from poor families that he was a madman with a hobby of killing people, and that a life was priced at 5 pounds. As a result, an unusually large number of people signed up, and the number of people promoted to Sequence was reached in just two months.

The Demon Family had plenty of money, gems, seals, and frighteningly high factory turnover. They offered cheap shares to the nobles to drag them down, and used money to buy protection from the Sivelas Field. Yet, the end result was nothing more than a fire that caused more than thirty casualties.

These thirty-odd people were burned to ashes, no longer speaking, and were quietly sent to the cemetery.

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

Ever since the death of the angel of the Belia family, Andrellad took advantage of the situation and started a fierce conflict with Belia.

Milan North defeated Edward Vaughan in a lightning speed, and the North family was quickly supported. Now they have become an established family and started the food industry in the capital of the country in the northern continent. They are doing much better than the other two families.

The huge crusher called capital rumbles, crushing one insignificant human being after another. Buying goods is like praying, and forgiving casualties is recognition. The devil has become a group of happy and free factory owners, killing people more legally, more elegantly, more efficiently, and more decently.

As they were talking, footsteps were heard on the stairs. The current manager of the North family, the owner of the Fetus United Food Factory, went upstairs.

He is just an "Apostle of Desire", but because he made the right decisions, his status exceeded that of the demigods of the demon family.

Miel and the others stood up in a hurry. Milan, who looked less than 30 years old, glanced at the cards on the table and said:

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

"Manage the factory well. If you don't clean it up, I'll use your bones to build the wall."

The demons were timid and one of them asked curiously, "Master, are you going alone? Without your servants?"

Milan nodded slightly: "Dwayne Dantès is an extraordinary person himself. I will go alone to avoid any complications."

He thought of the two great beings in the pure black carriage, restrained his emotions, and said calmly: "Any objections?"

The demons who were in charge of the factory management shook their heads and were driven away to do their afternoon work.

540
At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Klein, dressed neatly, accompanied his butler Walter and his valet Richardson, waited in the lobby to greet the guests attending the ball.

Soon, he saw a familiar face walking in.

Alan Kress!
The famous surgeon walked into the main entrance with his wife, who was pregnant.

Pregnant woman... Klein's heart moved, and he walked over with a smile on his face.

As a polite gentleman, Klein certainly wouldn't stare at Allen's wife. He looked at the famous surgeon and said:
"Good evening, Alan, what should I call you?"

Alan's cold temperament did not change at all, but it did not affect him as he handed over the beautifully packaged red wine and said with a polite smile:
"My wife, Wilma Gladys, is a high school teacher."

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

The topic he originally prepared for Dr. Allen was several new surgical procedures that had been reported recently, but he never thought that the other party would bring his wife, who was several months pregnant, to participate.

This was a complete surprise to him, because the unborn baby in Mrs. Wilma Gladys's belly was Will Auceptin, the "Mercury Snake".

Alan 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 birthday party then."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentle and beautiful black-haired lady Wilma suddenly covered her stomach and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Alan asked.

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

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

Not long after, 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 lately." Klein pretended to be unaware of the Church of Evernight's secret efforts.

Bishop Elektra immediately pointed four times clockwise on his chest and said:

"This is the blessing of the goddess."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lady Mary arrived and Bishop Elektra went into the hall to wait, allowing Dawn to communicate with the next guest.

As more and more guests arrived, Klein greeted them warmly and humorously while recalling the relevant topics, and received many gifts.

Soon, he saw a young man with black hair and eyes that had a strange purple tint. He looked less than thirty years old, wearing a gold collar clip inlaid with gemstones. He had a noble temperament and a bit of aristocratic arrogance, which was slightly inconsistent with Rune's reserved style.

This should be Mr. Milan who is rumored to be related to the Intis nobles. His hair color is interesting, but it is much more normal than dark green hair... It was their first meeting, so Klein prepared words to greet him. He took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile:

"Backlund's desserts are gradually making me no longer miss the flavor of Dexie County."

Mr. Milan smiled very gently, 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 the scenery of Dixie to me."

The two of them weren't too familiar with each other, so after a brief exchange of words to build some rapport, Klein invited him in.

After entering the gate, his inspiration was suddenly touched. He looked outside the door and saw that the two black carriages belonging to Mr. Milan had left.

Two? Maybe they were placing gifts there, or maybe they were picking up someone passing by...

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

As the host of the banquet, he could not miss the first three opening dances. After the three dances, Klein finally got a brief break to eat some food and drink a cup of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea with ice cubes - this was a Dixie specialty that he had specially asked the kitchen to prepare.

Then, he was about to go to the bathroom, but "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin suddenly came to the door, probably wanting to say something to him.

Mrs. Wilma, who was sitting in the lounge area of ​​the hall, rubbed her belly with her hand. Several men who were talking suddenly looked embarrassed at the same time. They barely maintained their appearance and walked towards the bathroom with difficulty, even faster than Klein.

"Did so many people get sick from eating so much?"

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

"He comes, but doesn't want to talk to me? Doesn't want to talk to me now?"

Klein guessed as he turned and headed towards the study room on the floor where the bathroom was located.

The group of men who had rushed to the bathroom just now suddenly stopped, looked at each other in confusion, and stood up straight, as if the abdominal pain that they couldn't help but feel just now was just an illusion.

It really is...

Klein no longer tried to go to the bathroom. He was hungry, so he planned to go back to the lobby downstairs to eat something and talk to the people he knew.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply, looking into the shadows on the second floor.

The light of the gas lamp seemed to dim suddenly, the air around him began to turn cold, and a pair of dark grey boots stepped out of the shadows. His eyes slowly moved upwards, and he saw a simple pair of dark formal pants and a brown windbreaker. One hand was hanging at his side, and the other hand was raised and stretched out to him.

Familiar picture, familiar feeling, familiar coldness!
Klein felt horrified. He couldn't look away, and couldn't sense anything around him. All his senses were gradually disappearing. It was like a blank, or like a messy kaleidoscope unfolding in the corner of his eyes. The hand was about to touch him.

A person emerged from the shadows, and the cross ornaments on his body jingled.

As if someone had merged with the shadow, he grabbed the wrist of that hand and pressed it down a little bit.

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

The two people opposite 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 time we’ve really met.”

Klein clenched his teeth to avoid the ugly appearance of being dumbfounded. The "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand trembled and emitted a terrifying high temperature. The chaotic spirituality overflowed everywhere, just like a fanatical fan seeing his idol.

The identity of the person on the other side is about to be revealed.

——Who said Mr. X was just an inconspicuous messenger in the Aurora Society? !
TBC
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Fors, you framed me!

(End of this chapter)