Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 47

Since Dilcha was not the surname of a Loen nobleman, most of the young people chatting did not realize who it was.

Everyone looked at each other, showing a little confused expression.

Only Viscount Greint's eyes lit up in the rear: "Yes! Miss Hugh is also over there. Maybe she has some understanding of such extraordinary things in the Eastern District."

He spoke a lot faster than before, sounding a little excited.

Hearing the name of 'Hugh', the red-haired noble next to him clapped his hands: "Oh! Is that Miss Forsi's friend?"

Others suddenly realized.

This well-known writer is still well-known in their small circle, but it is not because of Forsi's "Storm Heights", but because of her close contacts with Grelint.

Most people feel that they have the meaning of developing in the direction of love.

They don't quite remember Hugh's name, but they have a good impression of Miss Forsi's shorter friend.

And Yagel also remembered who she was.

stop?The name is so familiar.

Isn't this a friendly sponsor of his rent?
Two figures of girls sliding and kneeling one after another appeared in his mind.

When he was robbing and borrowing money before, he never asked their names, after all, he didn't think there would be too many intersections.

'Hugh' was mentioned by the No.2 girl when she hit the street, her friend's name.

And she herself might be what the nobles call 'Forsi'.

Thinking of the two girls, Yager suddenly recalled the promise he made in the alley to compensate them.At that time, Forsi seemed to say that they were also short of money.

Now that Klein still has a lot of remuneration left in the account, he does have the conditions to make up for it.

But there is one more problem.

The black-haired young man fell into a deep torture of his conscience.

Hmm. Does his moral bottom line really have to be so high?
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On the other hand, the noble youths had finished joking about Grelint's feelings, and returned to the East End case that everyone was excited about.

"Didn't many ladies be rescued from the house yesterday? It seems that there are dozens of them?" After finally escaping the questioning, Greint quickly turned to Yagel, "Could it be that none of them found your firm?"

His questioning freed Yager from his tangle.

"No."

"Most of those kidnapped were young girls, and their families were poor, so it was difficult to afford legal fees. Otherwise, no one would have caught the gang for so long."

"It is said that the leader of that gang had a similar rumor a long time ago." Yagel shook his head.

This morning, several newspapers mentioned this matter, and there is a tendency to hold the police accountable.

However, there is also a feeling of confrontation between the old and new nobles. After all, this kind of management and control department is a big investment in the hands of the old nobles and the royal family. If there is such a big mistake, it will definitely be taken advantage of.

As soon as Yagel finished speaking, several people began to sigh together with Grelint.

"Many departments just don't want to deal with the case seriously, and don't know where the gold pounds have gone."

"Several of my friends said that there are more and more cases of families sleeping on the streets over there."

"Yeah, there are still demonstrations at the factory right now." Grelint added, "The neighborhood is getting more and more chaotic, and the police detectives don't come out to maintain law and order. I really don't know what will happen after the corn bill comes out."

Compared with their hypocritical senior who got into the eyes of money, these young nobles seem to be more sincere, because most of them do have commoner friends.

But when the corn bill was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly fell into a stagnation.

The "Grain Act" stipulates that before the price of grain rises to a certain level, the import of imported grain products from Intis or the southern continent will be stopped, and this has caused many disputes.

For example, although it keeps farmers from being unable to afford food, it is based on the cost of starvation for workers in urban areas.

Therefore, although people in this small circle can be regarded as emerging nobles, and even pro-popular faction, there are different opinions on this bill.

Yager is not very optimistic about the implementation of this bill.

For nothing else, even King George III personally ended up cooperating with the cult. It is very difficult for the Loen Kingdom to have problems with its books. I am afraid it will not be able to support the decline in factory profits brought about by the bill.

After all, steam-related products are the most profitable now.

Gee.

Yagel frowned dissatisfied.

Is it his illusion?Why does he always feel that the situation in Backlund is getting more and more stormy.

"Let's not talk about this, let's take a look at these cults." After a brief silence, Viscount Greint took the lead in trying to revitalize the atmosphere.

"Yes, yes, I also heard from my father that they really don't feel like ordinary people, they are all lunatics." The red-haired young man standing next to him quickly answered.

The conversation heated up again.

After twittering for a while, the topic returned to Jagel: "By the way, Mr. Durest, your friend has been to the East District. Have you heard such rumors there?"

"What rumor?" Jager, who was still thinking about the bill, froze for a moment.

"It's like lightning strikes in mid-air, and the sea water flows backwards. I heard that there are many strange things over there."

Does this mean Extraordinary?

He hesitated for half a second, and chose the most infallible answer: "Well, for example, Miss Hugh is very capable. I once looked at her and made everyone in the bar obedient."

Grelint suddenly raised his head and looked at him carefully.

"Haha, it's not like that." The nobleman who asked the question laughed, "However, Miss Xio has such a charismatic personality, which is really admirable."

Thinking of Hugh's height, everyone who had seen her nodded in agreement.

"What a coincidence, you actually know each other?" Greint interrupted.

"I'm lucky to have met Miss Hugh once, but it's not considered an acquaintance." Yagel nodded without hiding anything.

I just don't know if it means that he himself is lucky, or Miss Hugh is lucky enough to be 'taken' to donate money.

The viscount looked at him with an eager light gradually in his eyes, uncharacteristically imitating Miss Shaman, and began to take the initiative.

At twelve o'clock at noon, when the atmosphere of the banquet was heating up, the nobles were still clinking glasses and chatting happily, chatting with the Viscount of Manchester and the lawyer Emond who was wandering around the venue from time to time.

The old lawyer was boasting about his track record in courting clients.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.

The visitor was dressed as a butler, followed by two or three beautiful maids. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the Viscount Manchester.

The conversation in the room became quieter for a while.

Countless pairs of eyes secretly cast their attention there.

"Dear Lord Viscount, on behalf of Earl Hall and Mr. Hibbert, I would like to express my sincere apologies to you."

"Because Miss Audrey was unwell in the early morning, Mr. Hibbert had to give up today's trip and return home to take care and care."

Before the butler finished speaking, the huge banquet hall was almost audible.

Even Grelint, who had been talking to Yagel for several minutes, stopped, opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and turned his head to look over there unconsciously.

The eyes of the entire room were focused on the Viscount Manchester.

The viscount's face had already turned a liver color, and the hypocritical smile on his face completely disappeared.

"These are some small gifts that His Excellency Earl Hall wishes to give you. I hope you can forgive Mr. Hibbert for his forced choice."

Several maids came out from behind the butler, holding up the gift boxes that were originally in their hands.

The Viscount Manchester clenched his hands tightly behind his back, and the veins on his arm under his suit burst out!
It almost made people suspect that he wanted to beat someone up.

But after a few seconds of dead silence, he still raised the corners of his mouth unnaturally, the muscles on his face tensed, and said reluctantly, "Hehe, that's for sure."

"Of course Miss Audrey's condition is more important. I wish her a speedy recovery."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out of the viscount's teeth.

(End of this chapter)