Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 261 Dawn's Banquet Tonight
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Boom boom boom!
After knocking on the door a few times, the housekeeper Walter walked in and handed over the banquet guest list drawn up by himself and the housekeeper Tanea to the employer Dawn Dantès.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Klein took the list, glanced at it roughly, and searched for the names of people he was familiar with in the long list of guests: the Macht family—Miss Hazel recovered from her illness and was able to participate in social activities—had already Dr. Alan Kress, who is well-known in the upper class, and Ms. Mary Short, who has tens of thousands of pounds... Besides, there are neighbors near this street, who once invited new friend Dawn to participate in the event. After balls, dinners and afternoon tea, it was Dawn's turn to reciprocate and invite them.

Invited members are rich or expensive, but only for ordinary people and the middle class.

Mr. Dwayne Dantès is still in the process of pursuing status and titles, so he cannot invite people of the noble rank.

Most of them are people they know, but there are also many unfamiliar names mixed in, such as courtesans in high society, and contacts who are about to be needed... These are all selected by the experienced butler Walter. With the help of the thoughtful Ms. Tanya, Klein was very relieved of his nearly two hundred pounds a year.

In order to show that Dawn carefully read the list, Klein carefully selected a few names and asked:
"Mr. Brem Mueller?"

Walter replied: "He is a baron who was canonized by the king five years ago. He owns a large area of ​​land in East Tucker. However, his business in the southern continent has suffered setbacks in recent years. He hopes to give himself more partners. The leaning is Conservative."

In other words, it is a nobleman who wants to help each other... He was invited because he has experience in obtaining titles, and he can introduce some important people and connections to Dawn Dantès... Klein nodded and picked another name:
"Milan Nora Fetus..." The name is fairly unisex, is it sir or ma'am?
Walter saw the doubts of the employer, and explained thoughtfully:

"This gentleman is the owner of the Fetus United Food Factory, who runs cakes, tea, spices and luxury goods businesses. He is also a rich man with amazing assets. It is said that he is a descendant of a certain nobleman in Intis, although He has not yet obtained a knighthood, but he has already traded shares with many nobles. His business has not been affected by the Southern Continent, and he has not shown any political inclinations yet."

Food factory?I seem to be a little impressed... There is a cake shop in Queens that specializes in Intis-style desserts. It is said that they have charged high prices to chefs and pastry chefs who have served noble families, and strive to make their own brand "high-end". marketing on...

Thinking of desserts, Klein took the opportunity to say:
"I hope to let the guests taste the flavors of my hometown."

Walter replied immediately: "We have prepared a lot of Dixie-style food, and the menu has also been planned."

"very good."

Klein nodded slightly, and returned the list in his hand to Walter.

……

"We've got invitations!"

In an extraordinarily luxuriously decorated villa in the wealthy district, the gargoyle patterns carved on the stairs suddenly spoke:
"Dwayne Dantès' butler is here!!"

"Tomorrow night, the Patriarch should prepare to report to His Majesty!"

"Patriarch! Can you hear me, Patriarch!"

The gargoyle's voice was sharp and piercing, and spread across the upper and lower floors in an instant, echoing repeatedly in the villa, forming a dizzying sound wave.Like hundreds of ducks with their throats pinched, they sang loudly, which immediately attracted curses from a few young people playing cards in the living room:
"The owner has been waiting downstairs!"

"Be quiet!"

"I really regret making you into a reconnaissance system, your 'mourning' is just a loudspeaker!"

An unassuming bat painted on the wallpaper rolled its eyes, and the gargoyle retaliated:
"Mier, you only have one pair and two left!"

"Ah! Damn it." The companion snickered, and the young man who had scolded the gargoyle just now cursed, and was quickly killed without leaving a single piece of armor, and angrily threw the remaining cards at the gargoyle's face.

"If you had such strong adaptability when you were alive, you wouldn't be reduced to becoming a sealed item."

The gargoyle smiled: "I was besieged by people from the church, and I still have a head left in the end, can you do it?"

Several young people with purple eyes and hair taunted the gargoyle, and then turned their attention back to winning or losing the game. The winner asked triumphantly, "What are you going to lose to me this time?"

Miel North sighed: "One year of life?"

"No, I just won 12 years, and I'm not old enough to worry about age."

"Then, a piece of auxiliary material for Sequence 5?"

"No, I can get it myself." The winner took a drink from the junior demon holding the tray, and said with a smile, "I want two places to eat."

The demon who lost the card was surprised: "Your hands are itchy? Then go to the slums and eat whatever you want. There are so many fallen souls."

"Although the workers in the factory are a bit more expensive, they can arouse social concern and panic."

The young man who won the card said with a smile: "It's only two or three hundred pounds per person, and you can also publicize it in the newspaper. If you don't have family members, just find a reason to donate to the church. There are so many factories. With two places, it is easy to complete the ceremony."

"Then I'll give it to you. I've just been promoted to Sequence 6, so I don't need these places."

Mier fell back indifferently, life for the demons is much easier now, as long as they have money, people can kill them at will.

The criminals of Sequence 9 digested the potion in the corners of cities on various continents, and the cold-blooded people of Sequence 8 couldn't control themselves well, so they needed more digestion.Most of the people who killed in the Fetus United Food Factory were serial killers of Sequence 7, and most of the workers who were killed died quietly, and it was almost enough to give some money for personal gain.The ones that were exposed were the Sequence 6 demons who were preparing for promotion.

In this era, everyone's life has a price.

Demons don't believe in things that money can't buy. If you don't sell it, it will only prove that my bid is not high enough.

For workers with families, their families will be grateful for more than a hundred pounds, which is just pocket money between the fingers of the devil.Occasionally, a worker's family who was "lucky" enough to be able to be published in the newspaper could get nearly [-] pounds, and the contradiction was transferred from the devil to these family members who received a more generous pension.

Workers without dependents would have died without attracting anyone's attention.

Their lives are worthless, and now they can participate in the promotion and role-playing of demons.

Even, an "Apostle of Desire" who was promoted last month publicly declared among the poor workers that he was a lunatic who loved to kill. One life cost 350 pounds. As a result, there were an unusually large number of people who signed up. Done.

The demon family has a lot of money, gems, sealed items, and the factory has a frighteningly high turnover. It provides cheap shares to the nobles to drag them into the water, and uses money to exchange the umbrella for the Sivilas Field. The final result is nothing more than: a fire caused There were more than 30 casualties.

These more than 30 people were all burned to ashes, and without speaking, they were quietly sent to the cemetery.

They would rather exchange their lives for this money than believe that they can live long enough to earn so much money with their work.

Since the death of the angel of the Beria family, Andrerad took advantage of the situation and had a hard time with Beria.

And Milan North slipped and knelt down on Edward Vaughn with lightning speed, and the North family was quickly supported, and now they have entered the family room, and started the food industry in the capital of the country in the Northern Continent. Both are much better.

The huge crushing machine called capital rumbled, crushing one humble human being after another. Buying goods is a prayer, and forgiving casualties is recognition.The demons became a bunch of happy and free factory owners, killing more legally, more gracefully, more efficiently, and with more dignity.

While talking, there were footsteps on the stairs. The current manager of the North family, the owner of Fetus United Food Factory, went upstairs.

He is just an "Apostle of Desire", but because he made the right decision, his status surpasses the demigod of the demon family.

Mi Er and others hurriedly stood up, and Milan, who looked less than thirty, glanced at the cards on the table and said:

"At seven o'clock tonight, I'll go to Dawn Dantès' house for a dinner."

"Take good care of the factory, and if you can't clean it up, I'll use your bones to build walls."

The demons were obedient, and one of them asked curiously, "Patriarch, are you going alone? Without attendants?"

Milan nodded slightly:

"Dwayne Dantès himself is an Extraordinary, I will go by myself to prevent accidents."

He thought of the two great beings on the pure black carriage, restrained his emotions, and said calmly, "Any objections?"

The demons in charge of the factory shook their heads and were driven away to work in the afternoon.

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At around 7 o'clock in the evening, Klein dressed neatly and waited in the foyer with the butler Walter and his personal servant Richardson to welcome the guests to the ball.

Soon, he saw a familiar face walking in.

Alan Kress!
The well-known surgeon walked into the main entrance holding his wife with a tall stomach.

Pregnant woman... Klein's heart moved, and he greeted her with a smile on his face.

As a polite gentleman, Klein certainly wouldn't stare at Alan's wife. He looked at the well-known surgeon and said:
"Good evening, Allen, what should I call this person?"

Allen's indifferent temperament didn't change much, but it didn't affect him as he handed over the beautifully packaged red wine and said with a polite smile:
"My wife, Wilma Gladys, a high school teacher."

"It seems that you are going to be a father again. When is the due date?" Klein accepted the gift from the other party and asked along the way.

The topic he originally prepared for Dr. Allen was several new surgical procedures recently reported. He never thought that the other party would bring his wife who was pregnant for many months to participate.

To him, this was simply an unexpected surprise, because the unborn fetus in Mrs. Wilma Gladys' womb was "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin.

Allen subconsciously glanced at his wife's belly, smiled a little and said:
"In early July, if you don't mind, I hope to invite you to his birth banquet then."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gentle and beautiful black-haired lady Wilma suddenly covered her stomach and let out a soft cry of pain.

"What's wrong?" Allen blurted out.

"He kicked me, and I've calmed down now." Wilma said with a relaxed expression.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Klein handed the gift in his hand to Richardson, the valet, and asked him to lead two, no, three guests into the hall.

Not long after, he ushered in the second pair of guests, Bishop Elektra and his female companion, who were still wearing black clergy robes.

"Good evening, Bishop, my sleep has been very good recently." Klein said secretly, pretending not to know about the Church of Evernight.

Bishop Elektra immediately clicked clockwise four times on his chest and said:

"This is the blessing of the goddess."

After a short greeting, Ms. Mary arrived, and Bishop Elektra entered the hall to wait for Dawn to communicate with the next guest.

More and more guests arrived, and Klein greeted them warmly and humorously while recalling the corresponding topics, and received many gifts.

Soon, he saw a young man with black hair, but with some strange purple in the ends of his hair and eyes.He looked less than 30 years old, wearing a gold collar clip inlaid with gemstones, with a noble temperament, a little aristocratic arrogance, which did not fit Ruen's reserved style.

This should be Mr. Milan, who is rumored to be related to the noble Intis. His hair color is very interesting, but it is much more normal than the dark green hair... When we met for the first time, Klein prepared the words to greet the other party, and took the initiative to step forward. Smiling and said:

"Becklund's desserts have gradually made me no longer miss the flavor of Disey County."

Mr. Milan smiled very softly, which made people subconsciously feel good: "I have wanted to go to the beach for a long time, but I haven't had the opportunity so far. Maybe a friend will introduce the scenery of Dixie to me now."

The two didn't know each other very well, and after exchanging a few words to connect with each other, Klein invited him in.

After entering the gate, his inspiration was suddenly slightly touched. Looking outside the gate, he saw that the two black carriages belonging to Mr. Milan had already left.

two?It may be to display gifts, or pick up someone passing by by the way...

Klein devoted a little more attention to the hall and the guests, but everything was normal.When it was almost time, Dawn announced the start of the dance and invited everyone to enjoy the time to the fullest.

As the host of the banquet, he couldn't miss the first three opening dances.After dancing the three dances, Klein finally got a brief break, and he was able to stuff some food and drink a cup of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea with ice cubes—this is Dixie's specialty that he specially asked the kitchen to prepare.

Then, he planned to go to the bathroom, when "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin suddenly came to the door, probably because he had something to say to him.

Sitting in the lounge area of ​​the hall, Mrs. Wilma rubbed her stomach with her hand. Suddenly, several men who were talking showed embarrassment. They barely maintained their image and walked towards the bathroom with difficulty, faster than Klein.

"Have so many people eaten their stomachs?"

Klein was startled at first, then frowned: "It doesn't seem right... are you trying to stop me?"

"He's coming, but doesn't want to talk to me? Doesn't want to talk to me now?"

Klein guessed, turned his footsteps, and walked towards the study room attached to the floor where the bathroom is located.

The group of men who rushed to the bathroom just now also stopped abruptly, looked at each other in doubt, and stood up straight, as if the abdominal pain that was about to explode just now was just an illusion.

It's really...

Klein no longer tried to walk to the bathroom. He was just hungry, so he was going to go back to the hall downstairs to eat something and talk to familiar people.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something, turned his head suddenly, and looked into the shadows on the second floor.

The light of the gas lamp seemed to dim suddenly, and the surrounding air began to become icy cold, and a pair of dark gray short boots stepped out of the shadows.Looking up slowly, he was wearing simple dark dress pants and a brown windbreaker. One hand was hanging by his side, and the other hand was raised and stretched out to him.

Familiar picture, familiar feeling, familiar cold!
Klein was horrified, he couldn't look away, he couldn't perceive everything around him, all his senses were gradually disappearing, like a blank, and like a chaotic kaleidoscope unfolding in the world in the corner of his eyes, the hand was about to touch him ——

A person grew out of the shadows, and the cross ornaments on the person jingled.

The person who seemed to be integrated with the shadow grabbed the wrist of the hand and pressed it down bit by bit.

The confinement imposed on Klein suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment returned to normal, but the next moment, two familiar and unfamiliar guests in front of him made his heart suddenly stop beating.

The two people on the opposite side greeted each other fiercely with their eyes, and then looked at Klein at the same time.

The young man with blond hair mixed with black highlights spoke in a low voice:
"This is the first real meeting."

Klein gritted his teeth so that the jaw-dropping ugliness did not appear.The "creeping hunger" on his left hand shivered, emitting a terrifying high temperature, and the messy spirituality overflowed, like a fanatic fan seeing his idol.

The identity of the person opposite is ready to be revealed.

——Who said that Mr. X is just an inconspicuous envoy in the Aurora Society? !
TBC
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Fors, you framed me!

(End of this chapter)