The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 52: The audience
“Stop thinking about the bleeding IOU. Let's discuss ritualistic magic.” Old Neil put away the candles, cauldron, silver knife, and other items with a relaxed expression.
Klein really wanted to shrug his shoulders like an American in his previous life, but was ultimately unable to force himself to do anything disrespectful.
He shifted his focus to ritual magic and threw away the detailed questions that puzzled him, receiving answers from them. For example, spells have a specific format. As long as they are satisfied and the key meaning is expressed in Hermes, the rest can be left to one's creativity. Of course, blasphemy or disrespectful descriptions are strictly prohibited.
The class of mysticism lasted until noon before Old Neil coughed twice.
“We must return to Jalan Zouteland.”
With that said, he grumbled in an obscure manner, "To get these bloody ingredients, I missed my beloved breakfast."
Klein looked around in amusement and confusion.
"Mr. Neil, do you have a chef? Or the waiter in charge of cooking?”
A weekly salary of twelve pounds could hire a few servants!
According to the newspaper, with board and lodging provided, hiring a regular chef costs between twelve to fifteen solis a week. It doesn't even take a pound. A waiter to do miscellaneous work is even cheaper. Their weekly salary ranges from three six pence soli to six soli. Of course, there was no hope for them to possess culinary skills.
That's not true. With Mr. Neil's debt of thirty pounds, it was only natural that he did not hire a chef or waiter…
It seems I have asked another question that I should not have asked …
While Klein was regretting his question, Old Neil shook his head without caring about it.
“I often try ritual magic, researching amazing items, and reading related documents at home, so I also can't possibly hire an ordinary person as a chef, butler, or waitress. I only hire someone to clean the place regularly. And if they are not ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do such a job?”
“It looks like I asked a silly question. Maybe because I won't do anything involving mysticism at home,” Klein explained in a self-deprecating manner.
Old Neil had long stood up, wearing his round hat, and while walking out the door, blabbed.
“It looks like I smelled fried foie gras... Once the IOU is completely settled, I will definitely have a set! For lunch, I will definitely eat grilled pork layered in apple juice. No, it's not enough. I should have sausages infused with mashed potatoes .. ”
You made me hungry. Klein gulped his saliva as he chased after Old Neil and headed for the nearest public train stop.
After returning to Zouteland Street, Old Neil suddenly grumbled after getting off the train.
"What did I see? Goddess, what do I see?”
He was suddenly as agile as a seventeen or eighteen year old child. He quickly came to the side of the road and picked up the goods.
Klein leaned in from curiosity and looked closely. He realized it was a wallet with good workmanship.
With his lack of experience, he barely knew if the dark brown wallet was made of buffalo leather or sheepskin, he said, but she saw a small, light blue logo embroidered on the side of the wallet—a white dove that spread its wings as if ready to fly.
That was Klein's first impression. The second thing he noticed was the pile of banknotes in the bulging wallet.
There are over twenty grey banknotes printed in black ink—pon gold!
Old Neil opened his wallet and took out his note. When he looked at it carefully, he immediately laughed.
“Note ten pounds. Honorable Founder and Protector, William I. Wow, Goddess, there are a total of thirty records. There are also a few five-pound notes, a pound and five soli.”
More than three hundred pounds? That's a huge sum of money in every sense of the word! I probably won't even make that much in ten years. Klein's breathing became unwittingly heavy.
Since the amount of gold pounds is so large, taking out such a wallet is equivalent to taking a bag of banknotes in a previous life.
“I want to know which man dropped him..He can't be an ordinary person,” Klein analyzed calmly.
Such a wallet is definitely not the property of a woman.
"No need to care who he is" Old Neil said with a chuckle. “Not that we try to foresee and take money that is not ours. We should wait here for a minute. I believe the man will soon be back to look for her. It was not something that could be given no matter who it was. ”
Klein sighed in relief. He had a new understanding of Old Neil's morals.
He was somewhat worried that he would use the Goddess's gift as an excuse and pay off his debt. He was still wondering how to prevent it and persuade her otherwise.
Does this "do as you wish, but do no harm?" Klein suddenly learned something new.
The two did not wait more than a minute on the streets as a luxurious four-wheeled train rolled off. The side has a light blue logo with pigeons spreading their wings.
The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man wearing a black formal suit with a bow tie of the same color descended. He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and said politely, "Master, it should be my master's wallet."
“Your logo is proof of everything, but I need to do additional verification. It is the responsibility of all parties. May I ask how much money is in the wallet? ” replied Old Neil politely.
The middle-aged man was shocked as he immediately said in a self-deprecating manner, “As a butler, I don't know how much money Master has in his wallet. Excuse me. Please allow me to ask. ”
"As you wish." Old Neil gestured for her to do as he pleased.
He approached Klein and Old Neil again and smiled.
“Over 300 pounds, but less than 350 pounds. My master does not remember the exact number.”
Can't remember .. It was really some dirty rich guy. If I had that kind of money, I would definitely count it again and again. Klein was filled with envy.
Old Neil nodded and returned the wallet.
"With the Goddess as proof, this is yours."
The middle-aged man picked up the wallet and made an estimate before taking out three pieces of ten-pound notes.
“My master is Sir Deweyville. He wants to praise your morale. This is what an honest person should accept. Please don't reject it.”
Mr Deweyville? Who founded the Deweyville Trust? Sir Deweyville who provides cheap rental apartments for the working class? Klein immediately remembered the name.
He was a knight who respected his brother but did not believe based on reality.
“Thank you, Mr. Deweyville. He's a good and generous man.” Old Neil did not stand at the ceremony as he received the three notes.
After seeing Sir Deweyville's train leave, he turned to look at Klein when he saw no one around. He flicked the note and laughed a little.
“Thirty pounds. IOU completed.
“I said it will be resolved in a reasonable way.
"This is magic power."
…The magic power of the damn king! It really worked!? Klein was once again flabbergasted.
A few minutes later, he entered the stairs of the building and while heading to the security company, he asked in puzzlement, “Master. Neil, why don't you ask for more money?”
“Don't get greedy. One must be careful not to be greedy when performing ritualistic magic. Temperance is a critical trait that every Mystery Thief needs if they want to live long, ” explained Old Neil happily.
…
In a large ballroom, candles were lit in some chandeliers, emitting a scent that calmed people's minds. With the large number of candles, they produce light that is not inferior to gas lamps.
There is a long table with fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried tongue fish, Desi oysters, mutton soup, cream soup, and other delicacies. In addition, there are bottles of Mist Champagne, Aurmir wine grapes, and Southville red wine. They were all sparkling with a seductive light under the light.
The waiter with the red vest carried a tray with a crystal cup and went back and forth between the elegantly dressed or beautiful man and woman.
Audrey Hall was wearing a pale-collared, high-waisted white dress with engagement. The corset is tightly attached, while the thick layer expands perfectly with the crinoline cage.
Her long blonde hair was rolled into an elegant bun and the earrings, necklaces, and rings she wore glittered brightly. At his feet was a pair of white dance shoes sewn with roses and diamonds.
How many skirts do I wear? A five? A six? Wearing white silk gloves, Audrey stroked her crinoline gently with her right hand.
His left hand held a glass of clear champagne.
Audrey, unlike her usual self, usually puts herself in the middle of the banquet stage and makes her the center of attention. Instead, he dodged the frenzy and quietly stood in the shadow of the hanging curtain near the French window.
He took a sip of champagne as he looked at the crowd as if he was not a part of it.
Count Wolf's youngest son was chatting with Viscount Conrad's daughter. He likes to move his arms to reinforce what he says. Hmm, the bigger the movement of his arm, the more unbelievable his words were. It was something gained from experience.He could not stop trying to exalt himself by demeaning others. However, he could not help but feel guilty. It could be seen from the way he spoke and his body language…
Duchess Della repeatedly covered her mouth while laughing with her left hand today. I-i understand. He showed off his pure sea blue sapphire…
Her husband, Duke Negan, is discussing the current situation with some Conservative nobles. Ever since the banquet started, she had been looking for Duchess Della once …
They almost never make eye contact. They may not fall in love as they pretend…
Baron Larry has made Mrs Parnes laugh seven times. It was perfectly normal, there was nothing strange about it, but why was she staring at her husband with guilty eyes? Oh, they've split up. That's not true, the direction they're heading towards leads to the park…
…
At the sumptuous banquet, Audrey saw many details that she had never noticed in the past.
There was a time where he almost believed that he was watching an opera.
Everyone was a good opera actor.He sighed silently as his eyes remained clear.
At that moment, he suddenly felt something and turned his head. He directed his gaze to a dark corner on the large balcony outside.
In the shadows was a huge golden retriever sitting quietly there. He looked inside at Audrey while half of her body was hidden in the darkness.
Susie. He could no longer maintain his status as a Spectator.