Thousands of sparks

Chapter 32 Self-Introduction
How much would it cost fourteen fine lads and Rosen to dine at the best restaurant in all of Upper Albin?
Not even half a penny.

Dussande really didn't think of this before the dinner - he was going to use the five one-pound notes in his pocket to reward these wonderful people who stayed outside Harold Manor all night in the cold late autumn night. armed security guards.

To put it bluntly, all they are going to do are things that will send themselves to the gallows.Taking such a big risk to be frozen all night, Du Sande said that he was so moved that he didn't feel deep enough.

Do treat them to a good meal.

At the gate of the "Saint Saar Restaurant" next to Sunset Square in Upper Albin, Dusande, with a "huge" team of 17 people, politely said to the waiter at the restaurant entrance, "We have a total of 18 people, please Make arrangements."

Then, he heard the waiter's refusal, "Sorry kid, our restaurant is full today."

Du Sande glanced at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the restaurant in shock, then pointed to the empty restaurant and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"

"We are all full today." The waiter shrugged helplessly, then turned around and was about to walk into the room—he was only wearing a white shirt, and he really couldn't bear the cold wind of Newsail in late autumn.

This defiant attitude didn't even make Dussande angry.To be honest, Dusande felt that he might be more shocked.

No... are you just fooling people like this?Even if you say all of them have reservations.

Todd and Tom are obviously getting angry.What happened to Dusande can definitely be regarded as the "nobility's honor" being challenged and tarnished.And Dusand, who had just had a big commotion, decided not to make too much noise in the area of ​​Sunset Square.

He took out his badge and handed it to Todd, "Please go in and at least call out the manager of this store."

Todd took the badge, then pushed open the door of the restaurant with a murderous look and walked in.Dusande saw him slap the waiter who was trying to block him and pushed him several meters away.

This... can only be considered unlucky for you.Du Sande sighed, the last time the gang boss who did something like this had already been blown up by the grenade and even the people on the building—and the backstage boss of the gang boss might have died even worse.

Compared with those few, it was really lucky to be pushed against the wall aside.

About a minute or two later, a man with a stylish mustache came out of the restaurant in a hurry.After seeing Du Sande, he knelt down on one knee on the road with a "plop".

"Master, this servant is ignorant and has neglected you." The man who was obviously a manager used a very convincing rhetoric, and said sadly, "I will fire him immediately and be responsible for training his staff." Employees will be fired as well.”

"What do you call me?" Du Sande focused first on the address of the other party.

The name "Master" is not very common even in the manor.The maids and housekeepers in the manor always called Dusande "Lord".

"I... I came from the manor." The man with the oily moustache said quickly, "I used to do kitchen purchases under Chandler's butler, and my wife asked me to manage this restaurant three years ago... "

Du Sande took a look at this exquisitely decorated restaurant, and then asked, "Is this... my family's business?"

"Yes." Mustache suggested respectfully, "Master, it's cold outside, shall we go in and talk?"

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Of course, you don't need to give money to eat in your own property.Even if Du Sande wanted to pay, the manager, who was so nervous that his head was sweating and the underarms of his suit jacket were soaked, would not dare to accept it.Du Sande sighed, and then decided to make some small contributions to his family's industry.

He rejected the manager's suggestion of "closed door reception" and asked the store to continue to operate normally.

"I really didn't know this shop belonged to me." On the dining table, Du Sande said helplessly while holding a goblet of clear water, "I wanted to treat you to a good meal, but I found my own shop On the head...it doesn't count this time, next time I will treat guests to another one."

Du Sande swore secretly in his heart that he would go to the housekeeper to ask for a list of the family's properties when he got home tonight, and he would avoid his own shop next time.

"That's good!" The other security guards, including Rosen, shook their heads repeatedly to express their disapproval.

Growing up in an industrial area, the armed security guards who were once forced to ruin their homes by Boss Enrico never entered such a high-end store.They didn't even dare to put their hands on the white tablecloth at first.

The fine cotton was better than the best shirt they had ever worn.

"Anyway, I won't talk nonsense anymore." Du Sande stood on the stool very "disrespectfully", raised the water glass in his hand and said loudly, "Thank you for your dedication, I assure you, this dedication will definitely be done in the future." There will be gains!"

"For your health!" The armed security guards from the industrial zone really couldn't think of any other toasts, so they could only wish Dusande good health in a chaotic manner.Then he drank the full wine in the goblet in one gulp.

Anyway, everyone is a countryman who has never seen the world. Du Sande took the initiative to "lead by example" and set an example for these people who couldn't let go.

Come here as you please today, don't worry about red tape and other things.

To be honest, such behavior certainly makes people feel a little impolite.But most of the people who dine at the Saint-Saar restaurant still have brains-eating in such a restaurant, a dozen young men toast a teenage boy and wish him health... No matter how you look at it, you can see it With an unpleasant breath.

Although it is a bit noisy, it looks very lively.The people dining at other seats seemed to be gradually aroused by the lively atmosphere at Dusand's table, and everyone's voices became much louder.

The dishes on the table are very rich.Although Du Sande didn't make a reservation in advance before coming, but the manager didn't dare to neglect his young master when he came to eat in the store.In the kitchen, half of the tables were set up with the easiest dishes to serve, and after making sure that the dozen or so young men had something to eat, they began to cook other dishes with all their strength.

For example, after spraying and steaming with high-pressure steam for [-] quarters of an hour, put the whole chicken into the oil pan to deep-fry the outside.Like beef and vegetables stewed in a pressure cooker and good spirits.

Du Sande himself was also very happy to eat, especially when he ate beef stewed in a pressure cooker, his happy mood was even stronger.

It would be even better if there were peppers in it.

The restaurant was very lively, and a little far away, the conversation between the two suddenly aroused Dusand's interest.

"Let me tell you the truth, Lord Dusand can successfully kill Harold, but I really can't do it without me." A middle-aged man who Dusand has never met is saying "I am very familiar with Dusand" In a tone of voice, bragging about his greatness to another middle-aged man.

"Lord Dusand is still young after all, how could he know Harold's difficulties? That's from the Shepard family!" ", he waved his hands emphatically, "If I hadn't repeatedly emphasized that they must be taken out of the pot... You see, the ones who were guillotined in Newsail today might be Lord Dusand and his Parents!"

Dusand frowned, and then began to observe the two people at that table.

It is said that the middle-aged man who is very familiar with him has a special appearance of "I can get along well on the street".His body type is fat which is rare among the Upper Albinians.The other one is thin and frowning, and the shirt on his body looks very old-except for the occasional feedback of "ah, that's amazing, it's you" to the content of the fat man, he seems to be more Mind the plate of lasagna bolognese in front of me.

"Of course." Fatty nodded seriously, responded to his friend's "Thanks to you", and continued the topic.

"Did you see the leaflets from the morning before yesterday?" Fatty looked around, lowered the volume symbolically, and then continued to speak in a voice that could be heard by the whole store, "Those leaflets are all My idea!"

Another piece of lasagne bolognese disappears, and with it comes the flat, flattering phrase, "That's amazing!"

"So, you can leave this kind of thing to me." The fat man seemed very satisfied with the feedback he got. He took a sip from his wine glass and said, "Just leave it to me to find a buyer for the fabric. See No, there are good cotton cloths under the tables here! The shop opened by the noble master is different, the table cloths they use are all dirty and thrown away!"

The sad and thin middle-aged man had other reactions for the first time. He put down the knife and fork in his hand in shock, and then gently touched the tablecloth on the table with his hand.

"It's such a waste." He said with a bit of heartache, "This is a high-quality white cloth with at least 400 threads! Although it is not long-staple cotton, such a large piece of bleached white cloth is not worth mentioning. You can buy it for a shilling!"

"Otherwise, how can I say that you are ignorant." The fat man snorted disdainfully from his nasal cavity, "This restaurant is owned by Lord Dusand's family - a restaurant run by nobles, why would you care about such a small amount of money? Such a restaurant You can earn at least a dozen gold pounds a day! I will talk to the housekeeper later, and your factory will become the tablecloth supplier for all Lord Dusand's restaurants."

Du Sande, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, rolled his eyes. At first, he thought that the fat man was serving him secretly—probably a subordinate of his mother, otherwise he would not be so strange.

After working for a long time, he turned out to be a scammer?

The other young people at the table also noticed Dusande's eyes that kept casting towards the table. After secretly listening for a while, the expressions on their faces were very strange.

It's not that they don't intend to take action to bring justice, it's just that they are a little uncertain whether it is appropriate to do so now.

After all, this fat man put the matter of the flyer on his head first, and just arrested him like this. Would Dusande seem a little... guilty?
Even Tom and Todd, who have always been keen to safeguard the dignity and honor of nobles, did not move. They looked at Dusand frequently, as if they were waiting for orders.

After finishing the last piece of chicken in front of him, Dusand put down his knife and fork, and sighed.

He jumped off the slightly elevated chair, and slowly walked behind the fat man.

The barrel of the 52-type pistol that he had just obtained was directly pushed against the back of the fat man's head, and at the same time Dusande asked a question in a child's voice.

"You know me very well? Why don't I know?" Du Sande asked with a smirk, "This unknown fat gentleman, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

(End of this chapter)