The two waited on the side of the street for less than a minute, when they saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage approaching quickly, and the light blue coat of arms on the side was a white dove with its wings spread.

The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in a black suit and a bow tie of the same color left the carriage, looked at the wallet, took off his hat and saluted, "Gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet."

"Your coat of arms proves everything, but I still need to verify it again. This is my responsibility to everyone. Excuse me, how much money is in the wallet?" Old Neil responded politely.

The middle-aged man was startled, and then laughed at himself: "As a housekeeper, I shouldn't know how much money is left in the owner's wallet. Sorry, please allow me to ask."

"This is your freedom." Old Neil made a gesture of invitation.

The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and exchanged a few words with the people inside through the window.

He approached Klein and Old Neil again, smiled and said, "It's more than 300 pounds, but less than 350 pounds. My master doesn't remember the exact amount."

I don't remember... You really are a big dog. If I have so much money, I must have counted it over and over again... Klein is full of envy for this.

Old Neil nodded, and handed the wallet back: "The goddess proves that this belongs to you."

The middle-aged man took the wallet, roughly counted it, and then pulled out three 10-pound notes: "My master is Sir Deville, and he said that he admired your quality. This is the reward that honest people should get. , please do not refuse."

Sir Dwyer? Sir Deville who founded the "Deville Trust Company" to provide low-cost rental housing for low-level workers? Klein immediately remembered the name.

He is a knight whom his elder brother Benson respects, but also thinks that his actions are not close to reality.

"Thank you Sir, he is a kind and generous gentleman." Old Neil took the three banknotes without being polite.

After watching Sir Deville's carriage go away, he saw no one around, so he turned his head to look at Klein, flicked the banknote lightly, and said with a smile, "30 pounds, the bill is settled."

"I said it would be resolved in a reasonable manner."

"That's the power of magic."

...the power of god TM magic! That's fine too! Klein was dumbfounded again.

After a few minutes of delay, he entered the stairs and climbed towards the security company and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Neil, why didn't you ask for more money?"

"Don't be greedy, especially when performing ritual magic. Temperance is the key element for every secret-seeker to live long enough." Old Neil explained relaxedly and cheerfully.

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In the huge banquet hall, several chandeliers were erected with burning candles one after another. They exuded a soothing aroma, and accumulated light that was not inferior to gas lamps.

Pan-fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried sole, Dixie oysters, stewed lamb, creamy soup and other delicious food are placed on the long tables. In addition, there are bottles of misty champagne, Austrian Ermere wine and South Wales red wine, they exude seductive colors under the light.

Servants in red waistcoats shuttled among elegantly or gorgeously dressed gentlemen and ladies with trays of crystal cups.

Audrey Hall wore a light white dress with a stand-up collar, high waist, and leg-of-mutton sleeves. The upper body was tightly bound, the waist was narrowed very thin, and the multi-layered cake cut was perfectly supported by whale hoops.

Her long golden hair is elegantly tied, earrings, necklaces and rings are shining brightly, and under her feet are a pair of white dancing shoes studded with roses and diamonds.

"Are there 4, 5, or 6 petticoats?" Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing a white gauze glove.

She is holding a glass of crystal-clear champagne in her left hand.

Audrey did not stand in the center of the banquet and become the focus of everyone as before, but avoided the bustle and stood quietly in the shadow of the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She took a sip of champagne, and looked at the people in front of her with a gesture that didn't belong here:

The youngest son of Earl Wolfe is chatting with the daughter of Viscount Connard. He likes to strengthen his tone by waving his forearm. Well, the bigger he waved, the more unbelievable the content of his speech. This is a verified conclusion �He can�t help elevating himself and belittling others, but he can�t control his guilty conscience, which will be expressed in the way he speaks and the language of his body... JrNovels.com