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

Chapter 437 Stalker

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"His Royal Highness the Red Angel is very generous. He entrusted Mr. Dwayne Dantès's property to me."

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, when the afternoon sun was at its best. Mr. Dwayne Dantes had no schedule during this time, and his neighbors and friends were very considerate of him - after the attack that night, the servants in the entire mansion were at a loss.

Butler Walter had some extraordinary experience and relevant knowledge. He had once planned with the witch Triss to take revenge on those who betrayed the third prince. Therefore, he did not panic because of the sudden disappearance of his employer and the disappearance of the roof of the house. He very rationally explained the disappearance of the roof as the building was in disrepair, the materials were embezzled by the construction merchants, and it collapsed due to being accidentally struck by lightning on a thunderstorm night.

Although this excuse could be disproven by looking at the smooth cuts on the second floor, the roof had already been smashed to pieces, and the servants wanted to find a reassuring excuse. Working for Mr. Dawn was a good job, and Mr. Dawn was a good employer, and they didn't want to lose this kind of life.

So the butler successfully calmed the servants down and waited for Richard, who came the next morning with his "stand-in Dawn", to check on the situation.

This was the third day since Klein was captured by Medici who sneaked in in the middle of the night. Richard helped open the door when he left.

Richard has now completely gotten used to life at 160 Böklund Street, and has skillfully and happily begun to "save money" for the mansion and the servants. After all, Mr. Crane has not yet paid him the pounds, so the mansion must be taken good care of, right?

So, Richard stood in front of the French window, looking at the garden outside, the gardeners and maids busy in the garden, and began to think:
Does this family need so many servants?
The answer is definitely no. Servants cannot produce any economic value and exist purely for the dignity and comfort of the rich.

Richard was indeed thinking about whether to reduce the number of servants. These servants who served the demands and tastes of wealthy people would take more time to train and would naturally require more salary.

However, this thought only appeared in his mind for a few seconds before being discarded. He had no ill feelings towards servants. They were all just working normally to earn a living, not to mention in these turbulent times - and the salaries paid to servants were not the bulk of his expenses.

The real big expense is the daily expenses.

Mr. Dwayne Dantes only hired “not more, not less” servants. This wealthy man who wanted to join the ranks of the nobility did not pursue the same pomp and circumstance as the nobility, nor did he waste human resources by hiring “one servant for each room and one servant for each job”.

As for the servant, Richard would have no idea at all.

If he were a demigod or a person before demigod, he might have some complaints about some of the people from the South Continent and the mixed-race people from the South Continent, such as Richardson, whose knees and neck were too soft.

Two hundred years ago, all the uprisings in the southern continent were at their most intense. No matter what their purpose or position, the people who resisted were always the majority. How could people living in that era be the same as the mixed-bloods today?

Therefore, even though this young man would inevitably look at Him standing behind "Dwayne Dantès" with nervous and tentative eyes every time, even though this young man who had no other talents except being a servant would be afraid and wary of himself who looked more capable and competent than he did, even though Richard wanted to straighten the other's bent waist and lowered head countless times... Richard also did nothing.

Richardson was a mixed-race person born on a plantation in the southern continent, a standard slave wanted by the people of the northern continent.

Those people from the Northern Continent who really need servants can train them directly from their own plantations, just like selecting breeds for animals.

He was afraid of the Angel of Temperance, but there was actually no reason for him to do so. He was simply and habitually afraid of everyone around him, everyone who seemed to have a higher status than him, and he was always prepared to be bullied by these people.

Young children, who have never known what freedom, dignity, human rights, and standing up and not kneeling are, are more likely to accept the life philosophy of the Northern Continent and the noble masters, and that they are the masters and should serve the masters. These selected servants kneel naturally and serve comfortably, aren't they better than these born rebel terrorists?

What’s funny is that after the Slave Act was repealed, almost all of these excellent servants lost their jobs in a very short period of time. No matter how much the masters liked your service and respect, they were not willing to pay you wages.

So the Angel of Temperance has no claims on Richardson, or on anyone else.

"Oh, when Toufik's mental illness gets better, if the Red Angel and the others haven't come back yet, I'll catch him and have him play Dwayne Dantes for a while."

"This will surely cure his illness quickly."

Taufik's condition has been quite stable these days and he has basically returned to normal, but he is still a little reluctant to work with Audrey.

However, compared to going crazy that day, it’s much better.

Richard admired the surrounding scenery and poured himself a glass of boiled water with the exquisite tea set that Klein bought. He took a sip and began to think about how Towfik had almost lost his soul after he came.

The other person will either become a "silent disciple" in silence, or go crazy in silence and be caught by Him so that Audrey can continue to treat him.

"The tea leaves used by Dawn's family are too expensive. It's totally unnecessary to drink tea like this on a daily basis."

Richard took out an account book from his pocket. This should belong to Dawn's housekeeper, but since He came, the task of closing the accounts was seamlessly transferred from the housekeeper to Him.

Anyway, a demigod can't appreciate tea, and doesn't need to drink tea, so why buy tea? The angel of temperance waved his hand and crossed out the necessary expense "high-grade Marquis black tea". Looking at the 20 pounds of expenditure reduced this month, Richard smiled with satisfaction.

There would be no guests visiting this month, only Lord Richard would go to other people's banquets to plunder. The servants would eat the leftover snacks of their employers, but they would not drink the leftover tea, so even if there was no tea, it would not be discovered.

"Clothing, formal wear, and accessories? The several dozen pounds this month is unnecessary. When you go out, just use the Transfiguration Curse to change your stand-in's clothes. Then go back to the bookstore and borrow two books on fashion design to make sure Mr. Dawn wears a different outfit every day."

"Meige Manor? Oh, Meige Manor. The best red wine produced there will be presented to the great nobles, and the rest can be kept for personal use or sold. Let me see... Is there still so much in the wine cellar? Sell it? No, if I sell too much at once, it will be traced back to the flow of large sums of money. If I don't get caught, I can still get more money... Then I'll sell all the ordinary ones first, and then sell some of the medium ones."

As for the middleman, Richard immediately thought of the Demon Family.

"It seems that the steward of the demon family has been promoted to demigod, and he is planning to marry the daughter of a poor nobleman and obtain the title."

"Haven't they saved up enough money to meet the minimum standards of the nobility in the Kingdom of Loen after all this time? ... No, they should have saved up enough money a long time ago, but now that the king has exploded and Thunder Pope Gad II has temporarily assumed the throne of emperor, they dare not act rashly, for fear of being checked by the Vas meter."

Richard has never had any psychological burden about harming the people of the Northern Continent.

When Backlund's West District and Hillston District were bombed, He stood on the big clock to occupy the best viewing position, and even had a cup of lemon black tea and sparkling water. He drank the whole cup happily before jumping down and strolling around the disaster area.

It is most convenient for the Demon Family to act as middlemen to help Him sell things. First of all, the other party has connections and platforms, and secondly, the other party certainly does not dare to make a profit from the difference.

I don’t even dare to give less.

"As for the rest... I turned down all the balls, invitations and afternoon teas. Don't even think of asking me to spend money on such insignificant things."

"But in the next half month, I will have to participate in other people's activities once or twice... It's really troublesome. When the time comes, I can just pick up two handicrafts from the highlands and give them to them, and then go in to pack some food and valuable utensils. It will be a waste if they can't finish them anyway."

"Repairing the roof... The housekeeper did a good job and didn't let the workers charge exorbitant prices, but this price is still too high. I'll do it myself."

Why should I spend a hundred pounds for something that requires only the movement of my fingers?

Richard was certainly willing to show some mercy to the workers, but he would not spend unnecessary money. After a round of strong deletions and rejections, Richard looked at the reduction of one thousand pounds in this month's expenditure, and his face was full of joy of harvest.

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Klein had an inexplicable feeling and rubbed his hands.

But he didn't think there was anything strange, and continued to summon delicious food from the historical projection in a good mood and fill the table.

At this moment, more frequent lightning and endless darkness alternately dominate this land. In places where the light cannot reach, eyes are staring at this place without any emotion. The twisted weeds with dark red tips are dancing gently with the breeze that blows from time to time.

And in the half-collapsed building, a glass lamp that shouldn't be there was strangely hanging in the half-collapsed house. The dim light gave a warm color to the artistic coffee table and exquisite tableware.

The aroma of steak fried in butter permeated the air, in stark contrast to the almost indistinguishable outside environment.

Under the gaze of the terrifying monsters in the depths of darkness, Klein elegantly and politely enjoyed his meal on this desolate and gray land that was brewing great terror.

After finishing his steak, he ordered a small glass of ice wine from the Meige Estate and drank it in one gulp.

Medici knocked on the table that was pulled out from the historical projection, and Klein summoned another glass of Olmir wine. Seeing Medici sniff it and showing a disgusted expression, Klein had no choice but to find another glass of Sonia blood wine produced in Feysac.

Medici smiled with satisfaction, holding the blood wine, and strolled away leisurely, not competing with the little ancient scholar for food.

During these three days, Klein used this method from time to time to recall normal human life and food. Medici felt bored, but he would not refuse to come over and have something to eat. Hermes was very interested in Klein's psychology and thoughts, and always chatted with him while eating.

Hermes sat opposite Klein and chatted. Then, cream soup, pan-fried cod, tender lamb stewed with peas, baked potato skins, and various wines were summoned one after another and entered Klein and Hermes' stomachs.

During this process, the steak he ate first had exceeded its shelf life and disappeared into thin air, but Klein's stomach and body were numbed by the subsequent food and he did not notice this.

"Do you need me to give you a psychological hint?" Hermes said with a smile, "This hint will make you feel like you have really eaten all this. Although you are already at Sequence 3 and have no need to eat, the feeling of being full will still make us feel happy and relaxed."

Klein dipped the crispy garlic bread into the mushroom soup, thought about it, and nodded.

Of course, the coffee table and tableware had to be replenished, otherwise it would not have lasted until the end.

At the end of the meal, Klein reached out and took out a cup from the void. It contained a scoop of vanilla ice cream. He then used a dessert spoon to scoop out a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth, feeling its melting and sweetness.

After eating one ball, he was still not satisfied, so he summoned another ball from the gap in history.

In this way, Klein ate five balls of ice cream of different flavors in a row.

With the help of Hermes, he successfully "filled his stomach" and recovered his energy. Otherwise, if he wanted to replenish his physical strength normally in this place, he would have to eat the monsters hiding in the darkness and eat the meat with toxins.

Medici came back from somewhere again. The Sonia blood wine with ice cubes in his hand had long disappeared. He glanced at Klein and waved his hand in the distance:

"Keep going?"

"Continue to go."

"Let's go." Hermes said, "I can already see the dream in the distance. People are praying to the gods. The Moon City is not far away."

"Then we might run into the people of Moon City who have been deceived by the Angel of Time... I will be prepared."

In his recollection, Klein stood up, took the packed dry food, held a leather lantern, and walked to the side and behind Hermes.

The two angels went around the hill and continued their journey across the undulating plain.

After walking for a while, Medici suddenly stopped, made a gesture, and then pointed in another direction:
"It's not easy to go ahead, let's change direction."

Difficult to walk? Two angels are in the East Continent, how could it be difficult to walk?

Klein was stunned, and turned around with Hermes. Then he felt that the surroundings seemed to be a little cold, abnormally cold, as if it could freeze bones and spirits - this made him think of the "Death" path.

He looked into the distance and seemed to see a dark depression that looked like a road or a dried-up river.

Then he heard the sound of water.

"There's a river here?" Klein was surprised. This was the first time he saw a flowing river in the Eastern Continent.

The water here was flowing loudly, but when the dim light of the lamp shone over there, and when the lightning in the sky illuminated the area, Klein found that there was no water in the riverbed at all, and the sound he had just heard disappeared.

"The invisible river..." Klein took a deep look at the river and followed Hermes into the distance.

Moon City is just in the distance.

TBC
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The ruins of the war of gods, the black monastery in reality.

On the gray square covered with traces of battle, footsteps suddenly appeared.

Someone came here quietly through the ruins of the war of gods, and walked along the correct route to the gate of the monastery. Then, the gate of the deserted monastery opened automatically, as if to welcome a distinguished guest, and welcomed the visitor in.

The visitor entered the monastery, walked to the bottom floor almost without stopping, and pushed open the dark wooden door.

Behind the door is a secret "darkness".

“Looks like I need to speed up.” The visitor said, “This Sequence 5 body is a bit difficult to use…very difficult to use!”

(End of this chapter)