The next morning at half past ten, Baron Brinell met Lumian on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian was dressed very simply today, in a linen shirt with a black vest and brown trousers. His cuffs were rolled up above his elbows, and he wore a brown, wide-brimmed round hat on his head, which made him look casual and rude.
Baron Brinell examined him for a few seconds and said nothing more, but just reminded him, "When you see the boss, try not to speak if you can."
“Okay.” Lumian raised his hand and pressed down the wide-brimmed round hat on his head.
Baron Brinell did not bring Louis and others this time. He led Lumian down to the first floor and got on a four-seater carriage that had been parked at the door. In less than two quarters of an hour, the carriage turned into the memorial area and stopped at a very quiet street. The terrain here is higher than the surrounding area. The houses are all single-family villas, mainly in white, beige and gray-blue colors, with lawns in front and gardens in the back, surrounded by iron fences with spikes.
Lumian glanced at the street sign and found that this place was called "Fountain Street".
Baron Brinell brought Lumian to No. 11 Fountain Street and pulled the rope hanging next to the iron gate. Soon a male servant with obvious southern continental ancestry came over and opened the iron gate.
"Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the study." The dark-brown butler said this with a hint of arrogance. Without giving Baron Brinell and Luanmi a chance to respond, he turned around and stepped onto the cement road between two green lawns that could accommodate three carriages in parallel.
Crossing the lawn, Luanmi and Baron Brinell arrived at the grayish-white three-story villa. The door of the villa was already open, and a man dressed as a butler in a black suit and dark bow tie was waiting there.
Baron Brinell quickened his pace and said with a smile, “Good morning, Faustino.
Good morning, Briniele, Faustino, who is over fifty, responded with a smile.
This is Mr. Faustino, Mr. Normartin's butler. Baron Brinell introduced Lumian to him, and Lumian greeted him like a normal person, without doing anything out of the ordinary.
Faustino nodded without saying anything, and led the two through a hall with gorgeous crystal chandeliers that could be used as a dance floor, and into a room full of bookshelves. Along the way, Lumian observed the environment and found that in addition to various oil paintings, there were also one-handed swords, two-handed swords, hammers, spears, short bows and other weapons hanging on the walls. The half-high wooden platform that was supposed to hold vases and sculptures was occupied by silver-white full-body armor, stirrups, breastplates and other objects.
An avid fan of ice machines? Lumian looked away and followed him into the study.
Behind the desk, next to the floor-to-ceiling window stood a man nearly 1.80 meters tall. His hair was the most common black color in Intis, with a few silver strands on the temples. He looked to be in his early forties, with deep facial features and eyes that were a little redder than the normal brown. The man had fleshy cheeks, but clear contours, with no obvious wrinkles on them. He had a relatively friendly temperament, like the kind of businessman who would smile before he even opened his mouth to speak. At this moment, he was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, without a bow tie or necktie.
Good morning, Mr. Martin. Baron Brigne's expression became quite respectful.
After Lumian greeted him, Gardner. Martin smiled and said with emotion: "So young
I am increasingly able to understand what Emperor Roselle said: heroes often behave differently from others in their youth.
"Should I call you Lumi or Ciel?" "Ciel," Lumien answered seemingly respectfully.
Gardner. Martin walked back from the French window to the middle of the study, and praised him in a warm manner, "In just one week, you have killed two Sequence 8 Beyonders and severely injured a Sequence 9. I couldn't do such a thing at your age.
"What sequence are you in?"
“Sequence 8, Provocateur,” Lumian answered calmly.
Gardner Martin was very satisfied with his confession, nodded and said: "What I said just now is not perfect enough, I can't do what you did when I was 8 years old," Very good, our Savoy Party needs outstanding young people like you.
Without waiting for Lumian's response, he asked: Did you find anything special from Hammer "Et"
Does this person know the "Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics"? It seems that even if he doesn't know about conservation, he is sure that human Extraordinary people, like extraordinary creatures, will release Extraordinary characteristics after death or leave behind a part or material that can be used to prepare potions...
Lumian thought for a moment, and without hiding anything, he took out the fist-sized ball that looked like morning clouds or evening glow from his trouser pocket and found this.
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Gardner Martin showed an approving expression. "Very good, sell it to me. It's useless for you to keep it. How about 18,000 fils?"
It’s a lot more than the 15,000 Fel Gold at Mr. K’s party… Lumi pretended not to know that this was an extraordinary characteristic and didn’t know the specific price: “It can be worth 18,000 Fel Gold
Baron Brinell, who was standing beside Lumian, obviously didn't quite understand what that strange-looking ball was, and why the boss was willing to buy it for 18,000 Felgin.
What was on "Iron Hammer" Etter's body? The materials he used to upgrade? Or, were Extraordinary Beings the same as Extraordinary Creatures? Baron Brinell had many guesses in an instant, and he suddenly regretted that he had agreed to give all the items on "Iron Hammer" Etter to Charles last night in order to maintain his decency.
"Haha," Gardner said. Martin laughed proudly, "It is indeed precious, but I gave you some premium, and this is the reward you deserve." He then turned his head and said to the butler Foxdainuo, "Go and get 18,000 in cash, don't pick the ones with too large denominations.
Lumian didn't mind selling the "Fighter" extraordinary trait to Martin. He had originally planned to sell it at Mr. K's party. He hoped to raise money to buy a magical item that could withstand negative effects to make up for his own lack of mystical means or his lack of disguise.
After taking the Fighter Extraordinary Characteristics handed over by Charles and playing with it for a few seconds, Gardner Martin said to Baron Brinell: Although Charles is young, he has made enough contributions to our Savoy Party and has outstanding strength. It is time for him to take on more important responsibilities.
"Yeah!" It's hard enough for you to manage the loan business and several other stores on Market Avenue. Let Charles help you run the Breeze Ballroom and leave some people for him so that he doesn't have to rely on himself alone.
Baron Brinell's muscles twitched slightly, and he suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and disappointment and said, "Mr. Ma," Breeze Ballroom is a hen that lays golden eggs.
He didn't want to give it up at all. If Mr. Martin hadn't given the order directly, he would have chosen to leave the rest of the business on Market Avenue to Charles, and suggested transferring some thugs from "Giant", Simon, "Bloody Palm" and Blake to the other party.
Lumien noticed that Baron Brinell was a little emotional, and thought that his relationship with him had broken down, and he could no longer trick him in a natural way like before. In the future, there might only be friction and conflict.
Gardner. Martin said to Lumian again: "You manage the Breeze Ballroom well. If you do a good job, I will give you some more important business."
Thank you, Mr. Martin, Lumian lowered his head and responded cheerfully.
On the way back to the Honest Man Market area, Baron Brinell seemed to have returned to normal. He chatted with Lumian from time to time about some Savoy Party matters. He was polite and courteous.
After entering the Breeze Ballroom, Louis and others came to greet them. Before they had time to speak, Baron Brinell took a puff of his mahogany pipe and said, “Louis, Sakota, from today on, you will follow Xia Ni, and the Breeze Ballroom will now be managed by him.
Louis, whose forehead bruises had mostly subsided, and Sakota, whose hair was naturally slightly curly and braided in brown-red, both showed expressions of astonishment and bewilderment. They knew that Charles would be rewarded this time, but they had never thought that he would be able to take over the Breeze Ballroom, and that they and others would be assigned to him. He was truly the leader of Savoy.
Baron Brinell ignored his men's reactions and said to Lumian with a smile, "Leave me an office on the second floor for the loan business."
"Okay." Lumian was not paying attention.
After a simple handover, Baron Brinell took two thugs to deal with some troubles in the lending business.
Lumian went up to the second floor, intending to ask about the specific business situation of the Breeze Ballroom. Louis came up to him and lowered his voice and said, "Charles, no! Boss, Red Boots is in your office. I don't know if she is here to see you or the Baron. Do you want to go see her?"
"Red Boots" Franka? Lumi'an nodded slightly: "Where is my office?" Louis quickly led the new boss through the cafe, into the corridor on the second floor, and came to a room at the bottom. "It's here," he pointed to the dark red wooden door, Lumi'an nodded, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright red boots, which were placed on the brown wooden desk. Following the boots was a pair of off-white breeches, and then above that was a white women's village dress with a lot of flowers and branches embroidered on the cuffs and collar, and a fine tweed jacket with a black background and white plaid.
Above them are smooth and slender necks, rosy and thin lips, straight and delicate noses, brown eyebrows flying into the temples on both sides, bright and smiling lake-blue eyes, and flaxen long hair simply tied into a high ponytail.
"Red Boots" Franca was sitting on the swivel-back chair that originally belonged to Baron Brinell, with her feet on the edge of the table, as if it was her territory.