Lord of the Mysteries

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"Then wait a minute, do you want coffee, or black tea?" Bellin asked enthusiastically.

Klein smiled and said:

“When I was young, I liked coffee and liked the fragrance, but now I can accept black tea.”

"I also like black tea, then... a cup of Marquis black tea?" Belin suggested with a smile.

The coffee and black teas of the Metropolitan Helping Family Servant Association are of average quality and belong to the lower-middle grade. Marquis black tea is brought from home for the enjoyment.

Klein is not a person who has no knowledge, and is very good at observing. Just after getting started, I will take all the details of the surrounding environment into my eyes without any traces. I found that the coffee and black tea pots placed in the showcase are very common. I believe that things inside. The quality is certainly not too high, so he believes that Marquis black tea is either a collection of associations, used to entertain guests, or is privately owned by a woman in front of him, but in any case, it is enough to explain the other's wishes.

He did not debunk, smiled and said:

"Thank you, I can't refuse your proposal.

"I don't know what to call you, madam?"

"Bellin, call me Bellin." Bellin smiles like a flower.

She quickly walked into the room and let the colleague who was really responsible for the data pick the right person. Then, I went back to the reception desk and picked up the tin-plated tin can, and skillfully brewed the black tea.

Hey, there is a good-looking face, a good temperament, an identity-oriented dress, even if you are middle-aged, you can feel the goodwill of a beautiful girl... Klein experienced similar things for the first time and couldn’t help it for a while.

This made him more aware of the importance of "only yourself" in the no-face-up code.

If you don't keep this in mind, and indulge in the advantages brought by the appearance, you will always maintain the corresponding appearance, forget or even reject the past yourself, and gradually get lost!

Soon, Bellin came over with a white glazed porcelain and gold cup, and put it in front of Mr. Donn.

"It still needs to be cold for a while."

Klein looked down at the cup and said half-jokingly:

“This just allows me to adjust my mood to treat this black tea more formally.”

His implied compliments and gratitudes made Belin's mood better and he felt that Mr. Dontes was a true gentleman and he spoke very well.

He is certainly not the believer of the Lord of the Storm... Belin has gathered the long hair of the brown micro-volume, and actively returns to the inside, urging his colleagues.

Not long after, she took a stack of information and sat down on the single sofa next to it:

"After screening, there are three suitable housekeepers here. Let me give you an overview.

"First, Mr. Asnia, 55 years old, he used to serve the Viscount of Yorkville. Later, because of the failure of the Viscount investment in mineral exploration, the family finance crisis, had to sell the land manor, and demobilized a large number of servants to leave. He has been hired by two rich people and has made outstanding contributions to the management of their family."

In the room, Bellin's brown hair is light, just like hiding two stars, with the unique vitality of young girls.

Klein gently slammed:

"Then why did he leave the two rich people?"

Bellin replied with a smile:

“The first rich man made a lot of investment in Dongbailang. The whole family moved over. Mr. Asnia did not want to leave Beckland, so he offered to resign. The second rich man is not very good because of his good health. The family affairs were handed over to his children, and the gentleman had a more trusted steward.

"Mr. Asnia is a believer in the goddess of the night, and the political inclination is more conservative. The annual salary required is 130 pounds."

"May the goddess protect him." Klein clicked clockwise on his chest and drew a red moon.

Bellin’s dawn is bright:

"Mr. Tang Taisi, are you also a believer in the goddess?"

"Of course." Klein smiled and nodded.

No wonder so gentle! Belin praised and continued to introduce:

"Mr. Ribak, 48, once served in the Nigan family, served as a deputy butler for a long time, a housekeeper assistant, and later became a steward of Baron Sindras in a deal.

"It was not long before the Duke of Nigan was assassinated. Mr. Ribak, whose service life had expired, failed to get a new contract from Mr. Baron and had to go to our association for help.

"He is a shallow believer in the Lord of the Storm. There is no problem with his personality. The political inclination is also the Conservative Party. The salary required is 120 pounds."

Klein listened quietly, nodding his head from time to time, and did not interrupt Belin’s remarks.

Belin flipped the paper and looked at it again, saying:

"Third, Mr. Walter, 42 years old, worked as a deacon and butler in the home of the Conrad family. Because of some things, he had a conflict with the housekeeper and chose to leave. He asked for an annual salary of 115 pounds.

"He is a believer in the night goddess and his political inclination is the new party."

The new governor of Olawi is a member of the Conrad family. Their family is a loyal supporter of the royal family... Klein’s mind flashed the corresponding information.

After the introduction, Belin handed out the stack of materials:

"Mr. Tang Taisi, which one do you want to choose?"

Klein pondered for a few seconds, said with a smile:

"Let's do this, let the three of them come to my place at 9 am tomorrow morning, I will meet with them, talk about it, and finally make a decision."

He knows that similar associations don't provide accommodation, just a pure intermediary. Even if you decide who you want now, you have to wait until the afternoon or tomorrow to see your stewards. So it's better to get a small interview and choose a one that suits your intentions. Bit.

"No problem." Bellin smiled. "Your address is?"

Klein drank the lipstick tea, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and wrote down the location and name of the current hotel.

"You, just came to Beckland?" Belin glanced and asked.

Until then, she discovered that Mr. Dawn. Mr. Downes had a darker skin than normal, slightly brownish, like a long-lasting exposure, with a rough taste.

Well, his accent is not Beckland... Belin slowly recalls more details.

Klein laughed:

“I came from Desi Bay and waited for a good butler to help me find the right house and servant.”

After paying a deposit of 3 pounds, he politely drank a cup of tea and got up to leave.

Bellin always sent him outside the door and watched him board the carriage.

Mr. Dontes seems to be also a rich man... Compared to this, his temperament, his gentleman style, are more attractive... Belin stood in the same place, thinking freely.

On the carriage, Klein closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, which made it difficult to contain the next cost:

"The housekeeper is about 120 pounds, the middle man is the middle number, the 35 pounds, the chef 30 pounds, the gardener 25 pounds, the coachman 25 pounds, the family nurse 20 pounds, the three normal maids 15 pounds, the three miscellaneous maids 10 pounds, In the first place, only the servant's expenditure is 33 pounds per year, which is slightly equal to 6 pounds per week, 7 years, which is more than my weekly salary in Tingen.

"And, the carriage has to be, 100 pounds, the garden house has to be, the weekly rent is almost 2 pounds, plus the food, clothes, charcoal and other expenses of such a large group of people, the overall exaggeration.

“Is this a daily life for a rich man...”

Klein suddenly regretted doing such a person.

He vomited and tried to throw the matter behind his head and took a carriage to Pestfield Street in the North District.

There is a pure black church with a bell tower on each side, showing a symmetrical aesthetic. It is the headquarters of the Betrand Parish Church of the Night Goddess Church, St. Saul's Church.

Klein took care of the handkerchief in the left pocket, took the gold-studded cane, stepped into the church, walked through the quiet corridor, and came to the big prayer hall under the sunlight shining through the stained glass.

It was very dark, and it made people feel uncomfortable. Klein casually found a position, relied on a cane, took off his hat, and began to close his eyes and pray.

Time passed by, and after listening to the sermon, he slowly got up and walked to the altar, bowed to the short-haired bishop, and then came to the side of the dedication box.

Silently vomited, Klein took out two 10 pounds, six five-pound notes, and put them in one by one.

The bishop’s eyes swept into this scene, and the expression was softened a lot.

Normally, unless the door asks for donation or post-mortem heritage donation, the large amount of money that can be received in the church's dedication box is dozens of pounds.

This means that the other party is a rich man, a rich man!

PS: A bit of a hurry, the number of words is relatively small, and the monthly ticket recommendation ticket on Monday~