"Don't think about that damn bill, let's discuss ritual magic." Old Neil put away the candles, cauldrons and silver knives with a relaxed expression.

Klein wanted to shrugg the way the Americans in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do such a gentlemanly move.

He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, threw out the detailed questions he had previously doubted, and received sufficiently definite answers. For example, the mantras recited have certain formats. As long as they are satisfied and the key meaning is clearly expressed in Hermis, the other parts can be played at will. Of course, a blasphemous and inequality description is absolutely forbidden.

This "mystics course" lasted until noon, and Old Neil coughed twice:

“We have to go back to Zotland Street.”

Speaking of this, he complained vaguely:

“I missed a lovely breakfast to get those damn ingredients.”

Klein looked around and said with amused and puzzled:

"Mr. Neil, do you have no chef at home? Or the maid in charge of cooking?"

A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to afford several servants!

According to newspapers, when accommodation and food are given, an ordinary chef only needs to earn 12 to 15 sue per week, not even 1 pound. The maid is even cheaper, and the weekly salary is only between 3 sue and 6 sue per week. Of course, we cannot count on their cooking skills.

Well, it's not right. With Mr. Neil still owing 30 pounds foreign debt, it's normal not to hire a chef or a servant...

I seem to have asked questions that shouldn't be asked again...

When Klein regretted it, Old Neil shook his head without any mind:

"I often try ritual magic at home, study extraordinary objects and corresponding documents, and it will not and cannot ask ordinary people to serve as chefs, servants and maids, just to come and clean them regularly, and if they are not ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do similar work?"

"I seemed to ask a stupid question, maybe because I don't do something mysterious at home," Klein explained self-deprecatingly.

Old Neil stood up early, put on a round felt hat, walked out the door and muttered:

"I seemed to smell the pan-fried foie gras... When the bill was completely resolved, I must have a good serving! I will definitely be able to eat a whole piece of roasted pork with apple sauce at noon. No, that's not enough. I have to give another sausage with mashed potatoes..."

I was hungry when I said that... Klein swallowed, quickly followed Old Neil and headed to the nearby public carriage point.

Back at Zotland Street, Old Neil had just walked off the carriage and suddenly said "yes":

"What did I see? Goddess, what did I see?"

He suddenly and quickly came to the roadside like a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and picked up an item.

Klein moved closer in confusion, and after a closer look, he found that it was a well-crafted wallet.

With his eyes and knowledge, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown wallet was cowhide or sheepskin. I only noticed that there was a small light blue heraldry embroidered on it, and above it was a white dove spreading its wings to fly.

This was the impression Klein had at first sight, and from the second sight, he was stuck in his sight by the bills bulging his wallet.

It was a gold pound with black lines on gray background, with at least 20 pieces facing upwards!

Old Neil unfolded his wallet, pulled out the bills, looked carefully, and immediately said:

"The banknotes of 10 pounds are the respected 'founder' and 'protector' William I. Oh, goddess, there are 30 pieces, and there are a few banknotes of 5 pounds, 1 pounds and 5 sul."

More than three hundred pounds? This is a huge sum of money in the true sense! I may not have saved so much money in ten years... Klein's breathing became heavy involuntarily.

Because the value of gold pounds is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a suitcase of banknotes in later generations.

"I don't know which gentleman fell... I definitely won't be an ordinary person." Klein analyzed calmly.

Such wallets are obviously not for women.

"Don't care who he is." Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to possess this money that does not belong to us. Let's wait here. I think that gentleman will come back soon to find it. For anyone, this is not an easy thing to give up."

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gained a new understanding of Old Neil's moral qualities.

He was quite worried before that the other party was using the excuse of "ghostly gift" to repay the bills, and was thinking hard about how to stop them and persuade them.

This is "do whatever you want, but don't hurt"? Klein suddenly had some understanding.

The two of them waited on the street for less than a minute, and saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage coming quickly. On the light blue heraldry on the side was a white dove with wings spread out.

The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in black formal attire and wearing the same color bow tie left the carriage, looked at the wallet, took off his hat and saluted:

"Two gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet."

"Your emblems prove everything, but I need to verify it again. This is responsible for everyone. How much money is there in your wallet?" Old Neil responded politely.

The middle-aged man was stunned and then laughed at himself:

"As a butler, you shouldn't know how much money is left in the owner's wallet. Sorry, please allow me to ask."

"This is your freedom." Old Neil made a gesture of asking for help.

The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and communicated with the people inside through the window.

He approached Kline and Old Neil again and said with a smile:

"More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds, my master doesn't remember the specific amount."

I don't remember... I'm really a big dog. If I have so much money, I must count it over and over again... Klein was full of envy for this.

Old Neil nodded and handed his wallet back:

"The goddess proves that this belongs to you."

The middle-aged man took the wallet, counted it roughly, and then pulled out three 10 pounds of notes from it:

"My owner is Sir Deville, and he said that your qualities are appreciated by him. This is the reward that the honest should receive. Please do not refuse."

Sir Deville? Sir Deville, who established the "Deville Trust Company" to provide cheap rental housing for the lower-level workers, remembered this name immediately.

He is a jazz who respects his elder brother Benson and believes that he is not close to reality enough.

"Thanks to Sir, he is a kind, generous gentleman." Old Neil took the three notes without hesitation.

After watching Sir Deville's carriage go away, he sees no one around, so he turns to look at Klein, swaying the banknotes lightly, and laughs:

“30 pounds, the bill is settled.”

“I said it will be resolved in a reasonable way.”

"This is the power of magic."

...The power of God's magic! This is OK! Klein was stunned again.

After a few minutes of slowing down, he entered the stairs and climbed towards the security company and asked in confusion:

"Mr. Neil, why don't you ask for more amount?"

"Don't be greedy, especially when holding ritual magic. Moderation is the key element for every secret-seeker to live long enough." Old Neil explained relaxed and happy.

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In the huge banquet hall, burning candles stand on several chandeliers, which exudes a pleasant aroma and accumulate light that is no less than gas lamps in quantity.

On the long table are decorated with delicious food such as pan-fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried thirst, disiac oysters, stewed lamb, cream soup, and other delicious foods. In addition, bottles of mist champagne, Ormeer wine and Southwell wine, which exudes an attractive color under the light.

The servants in red vests held plates with crystal cups and walked between gentlemen and ladies who were dressed in elegant or gorgeousness.

Audrey Hall wore a light white long skirt with a stand-up collar, high waist and lamb leg sleeves. Her upper body was tightly tied, and her waist was extremely thin. The multi-layered cake cut was perfectly supported by a whale hoop.

Her long golden hair was elegantly blond, earrings, necklaces and rings were all shining brightly, and under her feet were white dance shoes with roses and diamonds.

"There are 4, 5, or 6 petticoats inside?" Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing white gloves.

Her left hand was holding a glass of crystal-colored champagne.

Instead of being at the center of the banquet as before, Audrey became the focus of everyone, she avoided the excitement and stood quietly in the shadow of the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She took a sip of champagne and looked away at the people ahead in a posture that did not belong here:

Earl Wolf's youngest son was chatting with Viscount Connord's daughter. He liked to strengthen his tone by waving his forearm. Well, the larger the wielding, the less credible the content of his speech. This was a verified conclusion... He always couldn't help but raise himself and belittle others, but he was unable to control his guilt. This would be expressed from the way he spoke and the body language...

Mrs. Dela used her left hand to cover her laughter again and again today. Well, I get it. She was showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...

Her husband, Duke Negan, was not far away talking about the situation with several conservative nobles. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, he had only actively sought out his Lady Dela with his eyes once...

They had little real eye contact… Maybe, well, they weren’t as loving as they showed…

Mrs. Panis was amused by Baron Larry seven times, which was normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with guilty eyes... Well, they were separated... No, wherever they went, they could lead to the garden...

...

In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would not pay attention to at all.

For a moment, she almost really believed she was watching a drama.

"Everyone is a good drama actor..." She sighed silently, her eyes cold.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.

In that shadow, a large golden dog sat quietly, looking at it quietly, looking at Audrey, half of her body was hidden in the darkness.

Susie...Audrey's mouth twitched, and her expression collapsed instantly, and she could no longer maintain the "audience" state.
Chapter completed!