Mystery: The Return of the Stars

10 gold pounds!

The strong fragrance of ink is the smell of money.

Hastur bent the middle finger of his right hand and flicked it twice on the 10 gold pound note, making a trembling sound unique to the note.

Although 10 gold pounds is not much, it is at least the first money I have earned, although this money is somewhat suspicious of free money.

"Would you like to have a drink together after get off work?" Before getting off work, Harley came over with a smile on his face and extended an invitation.

Because Hasta told him that he would not come to work at the bank starting next week, and he no longer had to worry about finding suitable business cases.

This sounds a bit embarrassing, but Harley is still very happy. It would be best to send him off as soon as possible to avoid being distracted every day.

"It's a good choice."

Hastur nodded in agreement. After all, this was his first salary in this world. It was indeed worth commemorating.

It’s time to invite Greco, after all, he arranged this job for himself.

Hasta asked Harley to help ask if Grek had time tonight, and if so, they would go out for a drink together.

"Tonight will definitely go as you wish."

Harley left very briskly, and the smile that could not be hidden at the corner of his mouth betrayed the joy in his heart.

That was Mr. Grayk, the heir to Duke Negan. He had no chance to meet such a big shot on ordinary days. Even the order assigning him to help take care of Hastur was notified by a vice president who had a good relationship with him. of.

"President Joel should be free tonight, right?"

"Even if he is not free, he will not refuse the opportunity to get closer to Mr. Greco."

"Then why don't you also invite Governor Bouton?"

"Forget it. It's enough that you and President Joel are the only ones to accompany you tonight. Too many people will not be conducive to enhancing the relationship."

Harley kept thinking that he had become a big shot.

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, there were six people sitting in the luxurious private room of the Crown Bar located in the Hillston District Commercial Center.

The inviter of tonight's bar gathering, Hasta, Harley, who is responsible for contacting guests, and the key guest, Greg, are all senior figures of Bavart Bank.

Facing Hastur's slightly inquiring gaze, Harley looked embarrassed and fidgeted.

He originally thought that he would only make an appointment with President Joel. After all, this president was very kind to him, but he did not expect that the other two presidents heard the news and came with President Joel.

This was beyond his expectation, but after coming, you can't drive people away, right?

Hasta had the same idea. When he thought that he would not work in the bank again in a short period of time, he didn't care.

Greco sat next to Hasta, leaning on the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, holding a glass of Monica in his right hand and shaking it gently.

He naturally understands that those people tonight are here for him, but he doesn't like people who are too incompetent.

Greco didn't talk, and Hastur didn't like to deal with strangers. They chatted for a few words and ran out of topics. Harley, who noticed that the atmosphere was a little subtle, gave full play to his ability to mobilize the atmosphere.

Soon, there were more and more voices drinking and chatting.

Around ten o'clock, Greco left first, and before leaving, he asked Hastur to attend his banquet next Sunday.

After another half hour, the other three bank executives also left, leaving only Hastur and Harley.

"I didn't think carefully about what happened tonight, and I ask for your forgiveness."

There were no outsiders. Harley stood up, brushing off his drunken look, and bowed deeply, his attitude was very sincere.

Hastur waved his hand and said with a smile: "I believe this was not your intention, let alone blame you for it, and it is good to have some fun."

Harley breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go out to help Hasta pay the bill. This behavior was stopped by Hasta, who knew his thoughts.

Tonight's party is not long, but it costs a lot. He will not let Harley pay for him. This is a small party for him to invite Greco. Even Greco did not rush to pay for it, but let him pay for it today. Late protagonist.

When he came to the front desk, Hasta paid the bill of 30 pounds and 8 soli with no expression on his face.

Not just one week’s pay, but three weeks’ pay!

It is indeed a luxury bar located in the business center, and the price is indeed worthy of its location.

The smiling and silent look in Greg's eyes just now seemed to have seen this scene in advance.

Harley also took a breath when he saw the bill.

After leaving the Crown Bar, Hastur hired a carriage to go home and looked out the window to sober up.

He didn't drink much, but he was still a little dizzy. The main reason was that Greco kept asking him to drink, which made him a little overwhelmed.

On the contrary, he was a little lucky that Harley invited three other guests, otherwise Greg would have been able to drink with him until one or two in the middle of the night tonight.

After returning home, Hastur took a comfortable bath to recover from the dizzy feeling just now.

When he came out of the bath, it was already 11:50, so he had no desire to continue reading, and he felt a little sleepy.

Lying on the soft bed, I fell asleep soon.

Before going to bed, he whipped the djinn out of habit.

…

The next day, Hasta slept until half past ten before waking up. He went to the bathroom to freshen up, took another bath, and then changed into a new set of clothes and went out.

The Metropolitan Helping Household Servants Association is a very professional association that is good at providing suitable butlers and other staff for nobles or rich people.

It was raining lightly in Backlund today, and Hasta got off the carriage holding a black umbrella.

He came here today mainly to hire a suitable housekeeper and let him take care of all the trivial matters of life.

At the reception desk, Beilin looked at Hasta, who was walking towards him with his umbrella folded up, a gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He is dressed in a neat yet elegant formal suit, with slightly curly blond hair, a face that makes people look at him more and more, and a hint of youthfulness all over his body.

Couldn't it be the young Baron Campbell?

Beilin had some guesses in her mind. She lowered her head and adjusted her clothes. Then with a smile, she took the initiative to leave the reception desk and came forward to chat.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Sir, how can I help you? Yes, what should I call you?"

"Hasta Campbell, I need a good professional housekeeper."

Beilin's eyes lit up and she sighed inwardly, it was indeed the young Baron Campbell!

The real person is more handsome and good-looking than the rumors.

Some time ago, after the young baron's housekeeper passed away, the Metropolitan Helping Household Servants Association received the news and has been waiting to introduce a good housekeeper to the baron.

Unfortunately, the other party never came, and instead dismissed the servants at home.

"Baron Campbell, please sit over here."

Beilin suppressed the exclamation in her heart, blushed slightly, led Hasta to the reception area, and pointed to a fabric sofa.

"Please wait a moment, and I'll have someone get the corresponding information so you can choose."

"Well, that's troublesome."

"Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"black tea."

She asked Hastur to sit for a while, stood up and gave some instructions, while she walked briskly into the inner room and made a cup of Marquis black tea.

Hasta took a sip and said softly: "Nice black tea."

"As long as you like it."

Beilin smiled even more happily. This was a special tea she drank just for herself. She would not serve it to other people.

Not long after, someone brought a stack of information. Beilin took the information and said with a smile: "There are three housekeepers who meet your requirements. They are..."

Beilin gave a brief introduction to the three housekeepers. Hastur listened silently. After she finished introducing them all, he spoke:

"They are all very good housekeepers. I can't make a decision immediately. I will ask them to come to my place of residence at nine o'clock tomorrow. After the interview, I will make a decision."

Belin smiled and said: "This is a wise and smart decision."

The two chatted for a few more words, and Hasta said goodbye and left. In the afternoon, he would go to Backlund University to attend lectures.

"Oh, it's a pity that I am not a housekeeper. Otherwise, taking care of such a master's food, clothing, housing and transportation would be a very good thing."

Belin felt it was a pity that it would be better to stay with such a young baron than to be a receptionist here.

…

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Wayne, who finished his lecture, asked Hastur to stay for a moment.

"This Friday, I'm going to the dock area to do some things. Do you have time?"

After receiving Hastur's nod in agreement, Professor Wayne smiled and said: "No matter how much law you learn, it can't compare to experiencing life in person. Backlund has more than just nobles."

Hastur understood what Professor Wayne meant. He wanted to take him to the dock area for a practical lesson.

"The purpose of law is to benefit more people. If a law can only benefit a minority group, then it is definitely not a good law." At this point, Professor Wayne sighed.

The life of the common people at the bottom cannot even guarantee three meals a day, and the light of the law seems difficult to shine into the area shrouded in haze.

He had a hunch that the young baron in front of him would go very far in the future, so he wanted the baron to understand how polarized the world was.

Maybe it will actually play a role in the future.