Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 45 Banquet
The manor of the Viscount Manchester is located on the west side of Backlund, adjacent to the lush forest.

On the periphery of the castle, which is alternately repaired with white and off-white bricks, there is a large lawn with no end in sight. There is only a stone path in the middle, leading to the main entrance of the castle.

The viscount's aristocratic demeanor is set off to the extreme.

The interior of the castle is even more luxurious, and its superiority is even better than that of an office.

"On the left is the portrait that Mr. Helbein was invited to paint for the previous viscounts. Mr. Helbein is well-known in the kingdom, and his family has also painted portraits for many queens."

The housekeeper with white hair neatly combed back led the way, introducing the decorations along the way.

Behind him, Lawyer Emond and Jagel followed closely.

Not satisfied with just introducing the source of his portrait, the butler explained Gao Gui to the most detail as if he was afraid that the two of them would not understand.

"The vase on the right is from a famous sculptor in Roselle's time. In the last Backlund auction, it was bought by the Consul of Intis and..."

This is inconsistent with Ruen's usual restrained style.

Listening to the butler's eloquent words, Edmund couldn't bear the desire to complain, and whispered to Yagel behind him in a breathy voice: "The viscount was newly promoted three generations ago."

The implication is that he is one of the nouveau riche that the veteran nobles don't like very much.

Yagel returned a look of 'understanding'.

Like other countries with royal families, the nobles of the Loen Kingdom are also committed to re-dividing themselves into ranks and ranks in this age of steam.

For example, senior and old nobles with long family traditions, and emerging capitalists who made their fortunes through commerce.

There was a fierce dispute between the two factions.

At present, the most contemptible thing about the emerging aristocrats is the 'bad habits' brought about by the first-generation fortune-tellers to show off in the open.

Obviously, this Viscount of Manchester is such.

The two exchanged glances knowingly, and continued to walk forward.

After listening to the butler's dedicated 10-minute lecture on "Loon's Treasure Items", they finally arrived at their destination, the banquet hall behind the mansion of the Viscount Manchester.

"The guests from the Minsk office have arrived!"

The butler pushed open the door.

In the banquet hall, most of the nobles gathered together in twos and threes, chatting near a few long tables filled with refreshments.

Only in the most central open space, a group of people surrounded a middle-aged man.

It was the plump Viscount Manchester.

After hearing the butler's announcement, the Viscount quickly said "excuse me" to the people around him from the crowd.

He walked quickly towards the old lawyer.

"Welcome, our protagonist and hope today, Lawyer Emond!" From a distance, the viscount raised a thick male voice to say hello.

"Where is it, you are absurd." Lawyer Emond quickly took off his hat and saluted.

After greeting each other, Manchester enthusiastically led the lawyer to a corner of the banquet hall.

Yagel pretended to be a transparent person the whole time.

He silently left behind the two of them, found a corner not too close and not far away, and stood alone.

This was also specially explained to him before coming here.It is said that the Viscount, who was clearly in conflict with Duke Negan's camp, invited them to the Minsk office to take the opportunity to learn about the Duke's attitude.

Although the firm is only an insignificant part of the attitude on the surface.

The black-haired young man picked up the champagne on the table and took a sip. With his extraordinary hearing, he paid close attention to the conversation over there.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two quickly got to the point.

"I heard that the firm is paying attention to the uprising case in the East District recently?" the Viscount asked in a low voice, seemingly casually, "A group of female workers in textile factories and the like."

His face was full of smiles, and he seemed to be easy to get along with, but in fact, during the conversation, from time to time there was cruelty in his eyes.

"You're right." Edmund covered his mouth with a wine glass, "A few lawyers are negotiating compensation for the female workers."

"But most of them are still doing arrests for the factory. His Excellency the Duke didn't stop."

"Oh, those young people from the East District, I guess." The Viscount nodded slightly.

Although the titles are all Viscounts, the aura and attitude displayed by this Viscount of Manchester are completely different from the previous Clint. The reason for this is that apart from his family savings, he has a seat in the House of Lords.

This viscount is one of the main councilors who represent the rising class and charge forward.

"Yes, yes." Edmond nodded repeatedly.

"Since this is the case, the Corn Act has some reputation there, right? I heard that many of the female workers who were kicked out this time can't afford to eat."

"I really don't know what to do next. They shouldn't get any compensation, right?"

The viscount's words were full of sadness, but his tone remained unchanged.

"According to the provisions of the law, there are still some." The old lawyer slowly counted out several legal articles, "After Emperor Roselle came to power that year, the Loen Kingdom also introduced the concept of labor compensation. Among them, Article No. 30 stipulates that the factory needs to compensate the dismissed workers with a natural monthly salary."

"Oh, so much? I don't remember anyone in Duke Negan's property paying that much."

"There are still some, for example, this is how our firm pays." Emond's expression was a little stiff, "But, indeed. According to the feedback from our lawyer, there is no factory in the Eastern District that is willing to pay these compensations."

"Those young lawyers are still organizing protests. Your Excellency the Duke has not responded yet."

"I see." The Viscount's lips curled up slightly, as if he was satisfied with the news.

"Thank you very much for your message, Attorney Emond. I assure you that the firm's troubles will soon be resolved."

"Maybe in a few days, you will come to work for me."

He said vaguely.

Beside him, the old lawyer who didn't know why showed a classic smile with doubts.

"..."

Yager keenly sensed something was wrong.

As an emerging aristocratic party with a history of plotting the murder of Viscount Clint, he has reason to believe that they also have the guts to plot the assassination of other nobles.

Are they other nobles under the influence of Duke Negan?
Or Duke Negan?

The black-haired youth thought to himself.

"Hello." A clear female voice suddenly came from beside her.

"I'm Salman Glaint, I don't seem to have seen you around here."

A girl with freckles on her face, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, stood beside Jagel, holding her skirt slightly, and looked him up and down curiously.

In the words, she implicitly implied the meaning of making friends.

"Yager Drest, a legal assistant at the Minsk firm." Yager bowed and said.

Not sure why.

As a beater wearing a windbreaker that doesn't cost more than ten pounds, he is very confident that today is his wiretapping session.

Those nobles who admire wealth should ignore him.

In the doubtful expression of the black-haired young man, he watched Miss Sharman Glaint showing a happy expression after saying hello, and directly led him all the way to the other side of the nobles.

　ps: There is no heroine in this article
　　
　
(End of this chapter)