Stop thinking of that damn bill, let's discuss ritual magic.Old Neil put away the candles, cauldrons and silver knives with a relaxed expression.
Klein wanted to shrugg the way the Americans in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do such a gentlemanly move.
He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, threw out the detailed questions he had previously doubted, and received sufficiently definite answers. For example, the mantras recited have certain formats. As long as it is satisfied and the key meaning is clearly expressed in Hermis, other parts can be played at will. Of course, blasphemous and inequality descriptions are absolutely forbidden.
This mystery course lasted until noon, and Old Neil coughed twice:
We have to go back to Zotland Street.
Speaking of this, he complained vaguely:
To get those damn ingredients, I missed out on the lovely breakfast.
Klein looked around and said with amused and puzzled:
Mr. Neil, do you have no chef at home?Or the maid who cooks?
A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to afford several servants!
According to newspapers, when accommodation and food are given, it only costs 12 to 15 sue per week to hire an ordinary chef, which doesn't even need 1 pound. The maids are cheaper, and the weekly salary is only between 3 sue and 6 sue per week. Of course, they can't count on their cooking skills.
Well, it's not right. With Mr. Neil still owing 30 pounds foreign debt, it's normal not to hire a chef or a servant...
I seem to have asked questions that shouldn't be asked again...
When Klein regretted it, Old Neil shook his head without any mind:
I often try ritual magic at home, study extraordinary items and corresponding literature, and it is not and cannot ask ordinary people to serve as chefs, servants and maids, just to come and clean them regularly, and if they are not ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do similar work?
I seem to ask a stupid question, maybe because I don't do something mysterious at home.Klein explained with a self-deprecating look.
Old Neil stood up early, put on a round felt hat, walked out the door, muttering:
I seemed to smell the smell of pan-fried foie gras... After the bill is completely resolved, I must make a good serving!I will definitely be able to eat a whole piece of roasted pork with apple sauce at noon, that's not enough, I have to have another sausage with mashed potatoes...
I was hungry when I said... Klein swallowed, quickly followed Old Neil and headed to the nearby public carriage point.
Back at Zotland Street, Old Neil had just walked off the carriage when he suddenly said:
What did I see?Goddess Ah, what did I see?
He suddenly and quickly came to the roadside like a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and picked up an item.
Klein moved closer in confusion and looked carefully and found that it was a well-crafted wallet.
With his eyes and knowledge, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown wallet was cowhide or sheepskin. I only noticed that there was a small light blue heraldry embroidered on it, and above it was a white dove spreading its wings to fly.
This was the impression Klein had at first sight, and from the second sight, he was stuck in his sight by the bills bulging his wallet.
That was a gold pound with black lines on gray background, at least 20 pieces facing upwards!
Old Neil unfolded his wallet, took out the bills, looked carefully, and immediately said:
The 10 pound note, the respectable 'founder' and 'protector' William I, Oh, Goddess Ah, a total of 30 pieces, and a few 5 pounds, 1 pounds and 5 sulle notes.
More than three hundred pounds?This is a huge Ah in the true sense!I may not be able to save so much money in ten years... Klein's breathing became heavy involuntarily.
Because the value of gold pounds is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a suitcase of banknotes in later generations.
I don’t know which gentleman dropped it... I definitely won’t be an ordinary person.Klein analyzed calmly.
Such wallets obviously do not belong to women.
Don't care who he is.Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to take possession of this money that does not belong to us, let's wait here, I think that gentleman will come back soon to find it. For anyone, this is not something that is easy to give up."
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gained a new understanding of Old Neil's moral qualities.
He was quite worried before that the other party used the excuse given by the goddess to repay the bill, and was thinking hard about how to stop it and persuade it.
This is to do whatever you want, but don't hurt?Klein suddenly had some understanding.
The two of them waited on the street for less than a minute, and saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage coming quickly. On the light blue heraldry on the side was a white dove with wings spread out.
The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in black formal attire and a bow tie of the same color left the carriage, looked at the wallet, took off his hat and saluted:
Two gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet.
Your emblems prove everything, but I need to verify it again. This is responsible for everyone. How much money is there in the wallet?Old Neil responded politely.
The middle-aged man was stunned and then laughed at himself:
As a butler, you should not 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 asking for help.
The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and communicated with the people inside through the window.
He approached Kline and Old Neil again and said with a smile:
More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds, my master doesn't remember the specific amount.
I don't remember... It's really a big dog Ah. If I have so much money, I must count it over and over again... Klein was full of envy for it.
Old Neil nodded and handed his wallet back:
Goddess proves that this belongs to you.
The middle-aged man took the wallet, counted it roughly, and then pulled out three 10 pounds of notes from it:
My master is Sir Deville, and he said that your qualities are appreciated by him, and this is the reward that the honest should receive, please do not refuse.
Sir Deville?That Sir Deville who set up the Deville Trust and provides cheap rental housing for the lower-level workers?Klein remembered the name at once.
He is a jazz who respects his elder brother Benson and believes that he does not do things in close enough to reality.
Thanks to Sir, he is a kind, generous gentleman.Old Neil was not polite and took the three notes.
After watching Sir Deville's carriage go away, he sees no one around, so he turns to look at Klein, swaying the bills lightly, and laughs:
30 pounds, the bill was settled.
I said it will be resolved in a reasonable way.
This is the power of magic.
...The power of magic of God!That's fine!Klein was stunned again.
After a few minutes of slowing down, he entered the stairs and climbed towards the security company and asked in confusion:
Mr. Neil, why don't you pray for more amounts?
Don’t be greedy, especially when holding ritual magic. Moderation is the key element for every secret-seeker to live long enough.Old Neil explained with ease and pleasure.
…………
In the huge banquet hall, burning candles stand on several chandeliers, which exudes a pleasant fragrance and accumulate light that is no less than gas lamps in quantity.
Long tables are filled with delicious food such as pan-fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried thirsty fish, disiac oysters, stewed lamb, creamy soup, and other delicious foods. In addition, bottles of mist champagne, Ormeer wine and Southwell wine, which exudes an attractive color under the light.
One by one, the servants in red vests, carried a plate with crystal cups, and walked between gentlemen and ladies who were dressed in elegance or gorgeousness.
Audrey Hall wore a light white long skirt with a stand-up collar, high waist and lamb leg sleeves. Her upper body was tightly tied, and her waist was extremely thin. The multi-layered cake cut was perfectly supported by a whale hoop.
Her long golden hair was elegantly woven, her earrings, necklaces and rings were all shining with bright light, and under her feet were white dance shoes with roses and diamonds.
Are there 4, 5, or 6 petticoats inside?Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing white gauze gloves.
Her left hand was holding a glass of crystal-colored champagne.
Instead of being at the center of the banquet as before, Audrey avoided the excitement and stood quietly in the shadow of the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She took a sip of champagne and looked away at the people ahead in a posture that did not belong here:
Earl Wolf's youngest son was chatting with Viscount Connord's daughter. He liked to strengthen his tone by waving his forearm. Well, the larger the wielding, the less credible the content of his speech. This is a verified conclusion... He can't help but raise himself and belittle others, but he is difficult to control his guilt. This will be expressed in the way he speaks and the language of his body...
Mrs. Dela used her left hand to cover her laughter again and again today. Well, I get it. She was showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...
Her husband, Duke Negan, was not far away talking about the situation with several conservative nobles. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, he had only actively sought out his Lady Dela with his eyes once...
They have little real eye contact… Maybe, well, they aren’t as loving as they show…
Mrs. Panis was amused by Baron Larry seven times, which was normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with guilty eyes... Well, they were separated... No, they could lead to the garden wherever they went...
……
In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would not pay attention to at all.
For a moment, she almost really believed she was watching a drama.
Everyone is a good drama actor... She sighed silently and her eyes were cold.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.
In that shadow, a large golden dog sat quietly, looking at it quietly, looking at Audrey, half of her body hidden in the darkness.
Susie...Audrey's mouth twitched, and her expression collapsed instantly, and she could no longer maintain the audience's state.
Klein wanted to shrugg the way the Americans in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do such a gentlemanly move.
He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, threw out the detailed questions he had previously doubted, and received sufficiently definite answers. For example, the mantras recited have certain formats. As long as it is satisfied and the key meaning is clearly expressed in Hermis, other parts can be played at will. Of course, blasphemous and inequality descriptions are absolutely forbidden.
This mystery course lasted until noon, and Old Neil coughed twice:
We have to go back to Zotland Street.
Speaking of this, he complained vaguely:
To get those damn ingredients, I missed out on the lovely breakfast.
Klein looked around and said with amused and puzzled:
Mr. Neil, do you have no chef at home?Or the maid who cooks?
A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to afford several servants!
According to newspapers, when accommodation and food are given, it only costs 12 to 15 sue per week to hire an ordinary chef, which doesn't even need 1 pound. The maids are cheaper, and the weekly salary is only between 3 sue and 6 sue per week. Of course, they can't count on their cooking skills.
Well, it's not right. With Mr. Neil still owing 30 pounds foreign debt, it's normal not to hire a chef or a servant...
I seem to have asked questions that shouldn't be asked again...
When Klein regretted it, Old Neil shook his head without any mind:
I often try ritual magic at home, study extraordinary items and corresponding literature, and it is not and cannot ask ordinary people to serve as chefs, servants and maids, just to come and clean them regularly, and if they are not ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do similar work?
I seem to ask a stupid question, maybe because I don't do something mysterious at home.Klein explained with a self-deprecating look.
Old Neil stood up early, put on a round felt hat, walked out the door, muttering:
I seemed to smell the smell of pan-fried foie gras... After the bill is completely resolved, I must make a good serving!I will definitely be able to eat a whole piece of roasted pork with apple sauce at noon, that's not enough, I have to have another sausage with mashed potatoes...
I was hungry when I said... Klein swallowed, quickly followed Old Neil and headed to the nearby public carriage point.
Back at Zotland Street, Old Neil had just walked off the carriage when he suddenly said:
What did I see?Goddess Ah, what did I see?
He suddenly and quickly came to the roadside like a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and picked up an item.
Klein moved closer in confusion and looked carefully and found that it was a well-crafted wallet.
With his eyes and knowledge, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown wallet was cowhide or sheepskin. I only noticed that there was a small light blue heraldry embroidered on it, and above it was a white dove spreading its wings to fly.
This was the impression Klein had at first sight, and from the second sight, he was stuck in his sight by the bills bulging his wallet.
That was a gold pound with black lines on gray background, at least 20 pieces facing upwards!
Old Neil unfolded his wallet, took out the bills, looked carefully, and immediately said:
The 10 pound note, the respectable 'founder' and 'protector' William I, Oh, Goddess Ah, a total of 30 pieces, and a few 5 pounds, 1 pounds and 5 sulle notes.
More than three hundred pounds?This is a huge Ah in the true sense!I may not be able to save so much money in ten years... Klein's breathing became heavy involuntarily.
Because the value of gold pounds is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a suitcase of banknotes in later generations.
I don’t know which gentleman dropped it... I definitely won’t be an ordinary person.Klein analyzed calmly.
Such wallets obviously do not belong to women.
Don't care who he is.Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to take possession of this money that does not belong to us, let's wait here, I think that gentleman will come back soon to find it. For anyone, this is not something that is easy to give up."
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gained a new understanding of Old Neil's moral qualities.
He was quite worried before that the other party used the excuse given by the goddess to repay the bill, and was thinking hard about how to stop it and persuade it.
This is to do whatever you want, but don't hurt?Klein suddenly had some understanding.
The two of them waited on the street for less than a minute, and saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage coming quickly. On the light blue heraldry on the side was a white dove with wings spread out.
The carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man in black formal attire and a bow tie of the same color left the carriage, looked at the wallet, took off his hat and saluted:
Two gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet.
Your emblems prove everything, but I need to verify it again. This is responsible for everyone. How much money is there in the wallet?Old Neil responded politely.
The middle-aged man was stunned and then laughed at himself:
As a butler, you should not 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 asking for help.
The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and communicated with the people inside through the window.
He approached Kline and Old Neil again and said with a smile:
More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds, my master doesn't remember the specific amount.
I don't remember... It's really a big dog Ah. If I have so much money, I must count it over and over again... Klein was full of envy for it.
Old Neil nodded and handed his wallet back:
Goddess proves that this belongs to you.
The middle-aged man took the wallet, counted it roughly, and then pulled out three 10 pounds of notes from it:
My master is Sir Deville, and he said that your qualities are appreciated by him, and this is the reward that the honest should receive, please do not refuse.
Sir Deville?That Sir Deville who set up the Deville Trust and provides cheap rental housing for the lower-level workers?Klein remembered the name at once.
He is a jazz who respects his elder brother Benson and believes that he does not do things in close enough to reality.
Thanks to Sir, he is a kind, generous gentleman.Old Neil was not polite and took the three notes.
After watching Sir Deville's carriage go away, he sees no one around, so he turns to look at Klein, swaying the bills lightly, and laughs:
30 pounds, the bill was settled.
I said it will be resolved in a reasonable way.
This is the power of magic.
...The power of magic of God!That's fine!Klein was stunned again.
After a few minutes of slowing down, he entered the stairs and climbed towards the security company and asked in confusion:
Mr. Neil, why don't you pray for more amounts?
Don’t be greedy, especially when holding ritual magic. Moderation is the key element for every secret-seeker to live long enough.Old Neil explained with ease and pleasure.
…………
In the huge banquet hall, burning candles stand on several chandeliers, which exudes a pleasant fragrance and accumulate light that is no less than gas lamps in quantity.
Long tables are filled with delicious food such as pan-fried foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, fried thirsty fish, disiac oysters, stewed lamb, creamy soup, and other delicious foods. In addition, bottles of mist champagne, Ormeer wine and Southwell wine, which exudes an attractive color under the light.
One by one, the servants in red vests, carried a plate with crystal cups, and walked between gentlemen and ladies who were dressed in elegance or gorgeousness.
Audrey Hall wore a light white long skirt with a stand-up collar, high waist and lamb leg sleeves. Her upper body was tightly tied, and her waist was extremely thin. The multi-layered cake cut was perfectly supported by a whale hoop.
Her long golden hair was elegantly woven, her earrings, necklaces and rings were all shining with bright light, and under her feet were white dance shoes with roses and diamonds.
Are there 4, 5, or 6 petticoats inside?Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing white gauze gloves.
Her left hand was holding a glass of crystal-colored champagne.
Instead of being at the center of the banquet as before, Audrey avoided the excitement and stood quietly in the shadow of the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She took a sip of champagne and looked away at the people ahead in a posture that did not belong here:
Earl Wolf's youngest son was chatting with Viscount Connord's daughter. He liked to strengthen his tone by waving his forearm. Well, the larger the wielding, the less credible the content of his speech. This is a verified conclusion... He can't help but raise himself and belittle others, but he is difficult to control his guilt. This will be expressed in the way he speaks and the language of his body...
Mrs. Dela used her left hand to cover her laughter again and again today. Well, I get it. She was showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...
Her husband, Duke Negan, was not far away talking about the situation with several conservative nobles. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, he had only actively sought out his Lady Dela with his eyes once...
They have little real eye contact… Maybe, well, they aren’t as loving as they show…
Mrs. Panis was amused by Baron Larry seven times, which was normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with guilty eyes... Well, they were separated... No, they could lead to the garden wherever they went...
……
In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would not pay attention to at all.
For a moment, she almost really believed she was watching a drama.
Everyone is a good drama actor... She sighed silently and her eyes were cold.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.
In that shadow, a large golden dog sat quietly, looking at it quietly, looking at Audrey, half of her body hidden in the darkness.
Susie...Audrey's mouth twitched, and her expression collapsed instantly, and she could no longer maintain the audience's state.
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