Chapter 177 Reward 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 sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, and he wore a brown wide-brimmed round hat on his head. This makes him look casual and rude. Baron Brinell examined it for a few seconds, and without saying anything, he just gave a warning: "When you meet the boss, try not to talk 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 into the four-seater carriage that had been parked at the door. In less than a quarter of an hour, the carriage turned into the Memorial Hall area and stopped on a relatively 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. There is a lawn in front, a garden in the back, and iron fences with spikes all around. Lumian glanced at the street sign and found that this place was called "Fountain Street". Baron Brinell brought Lumian to 11 Fountain Street and pulled the rope hanging next to the iron gate.
Not long after, a male servant with obvious Southern Continent ancestry came over and opened the iron gate. "Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the study." The dark-brown butler said with a hint of arrogance. Without giving Baron Brinell and Lumian a chance to respond, he turned around and stepped onto the cement road between two green lawns that was wide enough for three carriages to run side by side. Crossing the lawn, Lumian and Baron Brinell arrived at the grayish-white three-story villa. The door of the villa was already open, and a man dressed in a black suit and dark bow tie, dressed like a butler, was waiting there. Baron Brinell quickened his pace and said with a smile: "Good morning, Faustino." "Good morning, Briniele." Faustino, who was over fifty years old, responded with a smile. "This is Mr. Martin's butler, Mr. Faustino." Baron Brinell introduced Lumian. Lumian greeted him like a normal person and didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Faustino nodded and said nothing more, leading 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 was observing 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 where vases and sculptures were supposed to be placed was occupied by silver-white full-body armor, stirrups, breastplates and other items. A fan of cold weapons? Lumian looked away and followed him into the study. Behind the desk, next to the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a man nearly meters tall. His hair was the most common black color in Intis, with a few strands of silver at 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 chubby cheeks with clear contours and no obvious wrinkles. He had a friendly temperament, like the kind of businessman who would smile before he even opened his mouth to speak. At this time, he was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, without a bow tie or necktie. "Good morning, Mr. Martin." Baron Brinell's expression became quite respectful. After Lumian greeted him, Gardner Martin smiled and said: "So young?
“I understand more and more what Emperor Roselle said: heroes often behave differently from others in their youth. "Should I call you Lumian or Ciel?" “Ciel,” Lumian answered respectfully. Gardner Martin walked back from the French window to the center of the study while praising 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 this at your age. "What sequence are you in?" “Sequence 8, ‘Provocateur’.” Lumian answered calmly. Gardner Martin was very satisfied with his confession and nodded. "What I said just now was not perfect. When I was at Sequence 8, I couldn't accomplish what you did. "Very good, our Sava Party needs outstanding young people like you." Without waiting for Lumian's response, he asked: "Did you find anything special from Hammer Eiter?" Does this person know the "Law of Conservation of Beyonder Characteristics"? It seems that even if he doesn't know about conservation, he is sure that human Beyonders, like extraordinary creatures, will release Beyonder 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: "Found this." Gardner Martin showed an approving expression: "Very good, sell it to me. It's useless to you. How about Felkins?" It's a lot more expensive than the Fel Gold at Mr. K's party... Lumi installed it and didn't know it was a Beyonder feature and didn't know the exact price: "It's worth Felkins?" 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 Felgin. What was in the body of Hammer At? The materials he used to advance? Or were Beyonders the same as Transcendental Creatures? Baron Brinell had many guesses in an instant. He suddenly felt a little regretful that in order to maintain his decency last night, he promised to give all the belongings on "Hammer" Et to Charles. "Haha." Gardner Martin laughed proudly, "It is indeed very valuable, but I gave you a little premium. This is the reward you deserve." He then turned his head and said to the butler Faustino: "Go get yuan in cash. Don't pick the ones with too large denominations." Lumian didn't mind selling the "Fighter" Beyonder trait to Martin. 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, in order to make up for his own lack of occult skills or his lack of disguise. Gardner Martin took the Fighter Beyonder characteristic from Charles and played with it for a few seconds before saying to Baron Brinell: “Although Charles is young, he has made enough contributions to our Savoy Party and has outstanding capabilities. It is time for him to take on more important responsibilities. "Well... you're already working hard enough managing the loan business and several other stores on Market Avenue. Let Charles help you run the Breeze Ballroom. Leave some people for him so that he doesn't have to rely on himself alone." Baron Brinell's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and disappointment and said: "Yes, Mr. Martin." The Breeze Ballroom was a goose that laid golden eggs, and he didn't want to give it up at all. If Mr. Martin had not 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 and "Bloody Palm" Blake to the other party.
Lumian noticed that Baron Brinell was a little emotional, and thought that his relationship with him had been damaged, and he could no longer deceive him as naturally as before. There may be friction and conflict in the future! Gardner Martin said to Lumian again: "Take good care of the Breeze Ballroom. If you do a good job, I will give you some more important business." "Thank you, Mr. Martin." Lumian lowered his head and responded with fake happiness. On the way back to the Honest Market area, Baron Brinell seemed to have returned to normal. He chatted with Lumian about some Savoy Party matters from time to time. He was polite, courteous and well-mannered. Lumian was more concerned about the Felkin that filled a small cloth bag. That’s enough money to buy a small apartment in the Observatory area! But in the Liège area, this is almost equivalent to a villa in a good location. After entering the Breeze Ballroom, Louis and others came to greet them. Before they could speak, Baron Brinell took a puff of his mahogany pipe and said: "Louis, Sakta, from today on, you will follow Charles. Breeze Ballroom is now under his management." Louis, whose forehead bruises had mostly faded, and Sakota, whose hair was naturally slightly curly and brown-red, both had expressions of shock and bewilderment. They knew that Charles would be rewarded this time, but they never thought that he would be able to take over the Breeze Ballroom and have themselves and others assigned to him. He is the real leader of the Savoy Party! 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 didn't care. After a simple handover, Baron Brinell took two thugs to deal with some troubles in the loan business, while Lumian went upstairs to inquire about the specific business situation of the Breeze Ballroom. Louis came close to him and said in a low voice: "Charle, no, sir, Red Boots is in your office. "I don't know if she's here to see you or the Baron. Do you want to go meet her?" "Red Boots" Franka? Lumian nodded slightly: "Where is my office?" Louis quickly led the new boss through the cafe, into the corridor on the second floor, and to a room at the bottom. "It's here." He pointed to the dark red wooden door. Lumian nodded, turned the handle, and pushed open the door. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright red boots, resting on the brown wooden desk. Following the boots up is a pair of off-white breeches, and further up is a white women's shirt with cuffs and collar embroidered with a lot of flowers and branches, and a 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. (End of this chapter)