Chapter 177 Rewards
At half past ten the next morning, Baron Brignel met Lumian on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian was dressed very simply today, a linen shirt with a black vest and brown trousers, with cuffs pulled high above the elbow joints, and a brownish wide-brimmed round hat on his head.
This makes him look casual and rude.
Baron Brignel looked at it for a few seconds, didn't say anything more, just advised:
"After seeing the boss, try not to speak when you can."
"Okay." Lumian raised his hand and pressed down the wide-brimmed round hat on top of his head.
Baron Brignel did not take Louis and the others this time, but led Lumian down to the first floor and got into the four-seater carriage that had been parked at the door for a long time.
In less than two quarters of an hour, the carriage turned into the memorial parish and stopped on a fairly quiet street.
The terrain here is higher than the surrounding area, and the houses are all single-family villas, mainly white, beige and gray and blue, with a lawn in front, a garden in the back, and an iron fence with spikes on all sides.
Lumian glanced at the street sign and found that this place was called "Spring Street".
Baron Brignel took Lumian to 11 Spring Street and pulled the rope hanging from the iron fence gate.
Not long after, a male servant with obvious southern mainland ancestry came over and opened the iron door.
"Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the study." The dark-skinned male servant said with a slightly arrogant expression.
Without giving Baron Brignel and Lumian a chance to respond, he turned around and stepped onto the concrete road between two green lawns that could accommodate three carriages in parallel.
Across the lawn, Lumian and Baron Brignel arrived at the grayish, three-story villa.
The door of the villa was open, and a man dressed as a housekeeper was waiting there, wearing a black formal suit and a dark bow tie.
Baron Brignel quickened his pace and said with a smile:
"Good morning, Faustino."
"Good morning, Brigneer." Faustino, who was over fifty years old, responded with a smile.
"This is Mr. Martin's butler, Mr. Faustino." Baron Brignel introduced Lumian to him.
Lumian said hello like a normal person and didn't make any outrageous moves.
Faustino nodded, without saying anything, led the two through a hall with gorgeous crystal chandeliers that could serve as a dance floor, and into a room full of bookshelves.
Along the way, Lumian had been observing the environment and found that in addition to various oil paintings, there were also one-handed swords, two-handed giants, hammers, spears, short bows and other weapons hanging on the wall, and the half-height wooden platform where vases and sculptures were supposed to be placed was occupied by silver-white full-body armor, stirrups, breastplates and other items.
A fanatic of cold weapons? Lumian retracted his gaze and followed into the study.
Behind the desk, next to the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a man nearly 1.8 meters tall.
His hair was the most common black color of Intis, with a few silver strands at his temples, he looked in his early forties, his facial features were deep, and his eyes were a little redder than normal brown.
The man's cheeks were fleshy, but they were well-defined, there were no obvious wrinkles on them, and his temperament was more friendly, like the kind of businessman who smiled before he spoke.
At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, black formal attire, and no bow tie or tie.
"Good morning, Mr. Martin." Baron Brigner's expression became quite respectful.
Lumian also greeted himself, Gardner. Martin smiled and sighed:
"So young?
"I am increasingly able to understand what Roselle the Great said: Heroes often behave differently from others in their youth.
"Should I call you Lumian or Ciel?"
"Charles." Lumian replied obediently.
Gardner. Martin walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window to the middle of the study, and praised in a friendly manner:
"In just one week, you killed two Sequence 8 Extraordinaires and severely damaged a Sequence 9, which I couldn't do at your age.
"How many sequences do you have?"
"Sequence 8, 'Provocateur'." Lumian replied calmly.
For his confession, Gardner. Martin was very satisfied, nodded and said:
"What I just said wasn't perfect enough, and I couldn't complete what you did in sequence 8.
"Very good, we Sava Party need outstanding young people like you."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, he asked instead:
"Did you find anything special from 'Hammer' Aite?"
This person knows the "law of conservation of extraordinary properties"? It seems that even if he doesn't know the conservation, he is sure that human extraordinary people, like extraordinary creatures, will precipitate extraordinary properties after death, or leave behind a certain part or a certain material that can be used to mix magic potions...... Lu Mian thought for a moment, did not hide it, and took out the fist-sized ball from his trouser pocket that looked like a morning cloud or a sunset:
"Found this."
Gardner. Martin showed an approving expression:
"Very good, sell it to me, it's useless for you to hold it, how about 1.8 thousand Felkin?"
It's a lot premium to the 1.5 thousand Fairkin at Mr. K's party...... Lumi installed the appearance of not knowing that this is an extraordinary feature and not knowing the specific price:
"Can it be worth 1.8 thousand Felkin?"
Baron Brignel next to Lumian obviously didn't understand what the strange-shaped ball was, so he made the boss willing to buy it for 1.8 thousand Felkin.
Something on "Hammer" Aite? The materials he used for promotion? Or, are extraordinary beings the same as extraordinary beings? Baron Brignel had a lot of guesses in an instant.
He suddenly regretted that he had promised to give all the items on "Hammer" Aite to Ciel last night in order to maintain his dignity.
"Haha." Gardner. Martin laughed heroically, "It's indeed precious, but I gave you some premium, which is the reward you deserve."
He then turned his head sideways and said to the butler Faustino:
"Go get 1.8 yuan in cash, don't choose the one with too big a denomination."
Lumian didn't mind selling the "Fighter"Extraordinary trait to Martin, and he had originally planned to sell it at Mr. K's party.
He hopes to raise money to buy a magical item that can withstand negative effects to make up for his lack of occult methods or lack of disguise.
After taking the extraordinary characteristics of "Fighter" handed over by Ciel and playing with it for a few seconds, Gardner. Martin said to Baron Brignel:
"Although Ciel is young, he has already contributed enough to our Savoyard party and has very outstanding strength, and it is time for him to take on more important responsibilities.
"Hmm...... You are in charge of the loan business and a few other shops on Market Avenue, which is hard enough, let Ciel help you take care of the Breeze Ballroom, leave him some people, so that he will no longer rely on himself."
Baron Brignel's facial muscles moved slightly, and he held back the dissatisfaction and loss in his heart:
"Okay, Mr. Martin."
The Breeze Ballroom is a hen that can lay golden eggs, and he doesn't want to let it out at all.
If Mr. Martin hadn't given the order directly, he would have chosen to throw other businesses on Market Avenue to Ciel, and suggested transferring some thugs from "Giant" Simon and "Blood Palm" Blake to each other.
Lumian sensed some emotions in Baron Brignel and thought that his relationship with him had cracked, and he could no longer pit him more naturally as before.
There may be friction and conflict!
Gardner. Martin said to Lumian again:
"You take good care of the Breeze Ballroom, if you do it well, I will give you some more important business."
"Thank you, Mr. Martin." Lumian lowered his head and pretended to be happy in response.
On the way back to the honest market area, Baron Brignel seemed to have returned to normal, chatting with Lumian about some Savoyard matters from time to time, polite, polite, and polite.
Lumian was more concerned about the 1.8 thousand Felkin filled with a small cloth bag.
Then you can buy a small apartment in the observatory area!
In the Darliege area, this is almost equivalent to a villa in a decent location.
Entering the Breeze Ballroom, Louis and the others greeted them.
Before they could speak, Baron Brignel had already taken a puff of his peach-colored pipe and said:
"Louis, Sakota, from today onwards, you will follow Ciel, and he will now take care of the Breeze Ballroom."
Louis, whose forehead had mostly faded, and Sakota, whose hair was naturally slightly curly and brownish-red, both showed expressions of astonishment and dazedness.
They knew that Ciel would be rewarded this time, but they didn't expect him to take over the Breeze Ballroom and assign themselves and others to him.
He is the leader of the Sava Party in the true sense!
Baron Brignel ignored the reaction of his subordinates, and said to Lumian with a smile:
"Leave me an office on the second floor, for loan business needs."
"Okay." Lumian didn't care.
After a simple handover, Baron Brignel took two thugs to deal with some troubles in the loan business, while Lumian went up to the second floor, intending to ask about the specific operation of the Breeze Ballroom.
Louis leaned over to him and said in a low voice:
"Charles, no, boss, the 'Red Boots' are in your office.
"I don't know if she is looking for you or the baron, do you want to meet her?"
"Red Boots" Franca? Lumian nodded slightly:
"Where is my office?"
Louis hurriedly led the new boss through the café, 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.
Lumian nodded, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright red boots resting on a brown wooden desk.
Along the boots are a pair of off-white breeches, and up is a white women's shirt with a large number of flowers and vines embroidered on the cuffs and neckline, and a tweed top with a white plaid on a black background.
Above them are smooth and slender necks, rosy and thin lips, straight and delicate noses, brown eyebrows flying into the sideburns, bright and smiling lake-colored eyes, and long flaxen hair simply tied into a high ponytail.
"Red Boots" Franca was sitting in a swivel back chair that originally belonged to Baron Brignel, resting her feet on the edge of the table as if it were her territory.
(End of this chapter)