"Stop thinking about that damn bill, let's talk about ritual magic. Old Neil looked relaxed and put away the candles, cauldrons, and silver knives.

Klein wanted to shrug his shoulders like the American people in his previous life, but in the end he didn't do this ungentlemanly move.

He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, throwing out the details of his previous doubts, and obtained a sufficiently definite answer, for example, that the incantations to be recited had a certain format, and as long as it was satisfied, and the key meaning was clearly expressed in Hermes, then the other parts could be used at will, and of course, blasphemous and unreverent descriptions were absolutely forbidden.

The "occult lesson" lasted until noon, when Old Neil coughed lightly and said:

"We've got to go back to Zotland Street. ”

Speaking of which, he complained vaguely:

"I missed the lovely breakfast to pick up those damn materials. ”

Klein looked left and right amusedly and suspiciously:

"Mr. Neil, don't you have a cook in your house, or a maid in charge of cooking?"

A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to afford several servants!

According to the newspapers, in the case of accommodation and food, an ordinary cook could be paid only 12 to 15 sules a week, not even 1 pound, and handyman maids were cheaper, between 3 sules and 6 sules a week, and of course, their cooking skills could not be counted on.

Well, no, Mr. Neal still owes 30 pounds in foreign debt, and it is normal to not hire a cook and a servant......

I seem to be asking questions that I shouldn't be asking again......

When Klein regretted it, Old Neil shook his head without minding and said:

"I often experiment with ritual magic at home, studying extraordinary objects and corresponding literature, and I don't and can't hire ordinary people to work as cooks, valets, and maids, just having people come and clean them regularly, and if they weren't ordinary people, do you think they would be willing to do similar work?"

"I seem to be asking a stupid question, perhaps because I don't do anything at home that involves mystery. Klein explained with self-deprecation.

Old Neil stood up, put on his round-brimmed felt hat, and muttered as he walked out the door:

"I could smell the pan-fried foie gras...... I'm sure I'll be able to eat a whole piece of roast pork with apple sauce at noon, no, that's not enough, I'll have to get another sausage with mashed potatoes......"

I'm hungry...... Crane swallowed his spit and quickly followed Old Neil to a nearby public carriage point.

Back on Zotland Street, old Neil had just stepped out of the carriage when he suddenly said "um":

"What did I see? Goddess, what did I see?"

Suddenly, with agility like a young man of seventeen or eighteen, he hurried to the side of the road and picked up an object.

Crane leaned closer in confusion, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was a well-made wallet.

With his eyes and knowledge, it was difficult to tell whether the dark brown purse was cowhide or sheepskin, except to notice a small light blue coat of arms embroidered on it, and above it was a white dove with wings spreading.

This was the impression Klein received at first sight, and from the second glance, he was stuck in sight by the bills that bulged out of his wallet.

That's a gold pound with black stripes on a gray background, at least 20 cards facing up!

Old Neil unfolded his wallet, pulled out the bills, looked at them carefully, and suddenly heyed:

"10 pound notes, the venerable 'Founder' and 'Protector' William I, oh goddess, a whole 30 notes, and a few notes of 5 pounds, 1 pound and 5 sules. ”

More than 300 pounds? That's a lot of money in the truest sense of the word! I probably won't be able to save that much money in 10 years...... Crane's breathing involuntarily became heavy.

Because the value of the gold pound is very high, picking up such a wallet is like picking up a box of banknotes in later generations.

"I don't know which gentleman dropped it...... Certainly not ordinary people. Klein calmly analyzed.

Such a wallet clearly does not belong to a lady.

"It doesn't matter who he is. Old Neil chuckled, "We won't try to take possession of money that doesn't belong to us, let's wait here, I think the gentleman will soon come back to look for it, it's not something to give up to anyone." ”

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and gained a new understanding of the moral character of old Neil.

He was quite worried that the other party would use the excuse of "given by the goddess" to use the money to pay off the bill, and he was thinking hard about how to stop it and how to persuade him.

Is it "do whatever you want, but don't hurt"? Klein suddenly had some realization.

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

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:

"Two gentlemen, this should be my master's wallet. ”

"Your coat of arms proves everything, but I need to verify it again, it's a responsibility to everyone, excuse me, how much money is in the wallet?" replied old Neil politely.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then laughed at himself:

"As a housekeeper, you shouldn't know how much money is left in your master's wallet, sorry, but allow me to ask. ”

"It's your freedom. Old Neil made a gesture of please.

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

He rejoined Klein and Old Neil and smiled:

"More than £300, less than £350, my master doesn't remember the exact amount. ”

I don't remember...... It's really a big dog, I want to have so much money, I must have counted it over and over again...... Klein was full of envy of this.

Old Neil nodded and handed the wallet back:

"The Goddess proves that it belongs to you. ”

The middle-aged man took the wallet, counted it roughly, and then pulled out three 10-pound bills from it:

"The master of my house, Sir de Vey, says that he admires you for your qualities, and that this is the reward that the honest should receive, and do not refuse. ”

Sir de Ville, the man who set up the "DeVille Trust" to provide cheap rental housing for the low-class labourers, remembered the name at once.

He is a sir that his brother Benson both respects and thinks that he does not get close to reality enough.

"Thank you, Sir for being a kind, generous gentleman. Old Neil was not polite and took the three notes.

When he saw Sir de Ville's carriage go away, he saw that there was no one around, so he turned to Klein, shook the banknotes, and laughed:

"£30, bill settled. ”

"As I said, it will be resolved in a reasonable way. ”

"That's the power of magic. ”

...... God's power of magic! That's fine!Crane was stunned again.

After a few minutes of delay, he entered the staircase and climbed towards the security company, and asked suspiciously:

"Mr. Neil, why don't you ask for more money?"

"Don't be greedy, especially when performing ritual magic, moderation is the key to every voyeur living long enough. Old Neil explained cheerfully.

............

In the huge banquet hall, several chandeliers stand burning candles one after another, and they emit a soothing aroma, accumulating a light that is not inferior to that of a gas lamp.

On the long tables, pan-seared foie gras, grilled steak, grilled chicken, pan-fried sole, Dixi oysters, lamb stew, cream soup and other delicacies, as well as bottles of misty champagne, Ormere wines and South Vel wines, which glow in a tantalizing glow in the light.

Servants in red vests carry plates with crystal cups, shuttling between gentlemen and ladies dressed elegantly or magnificently.

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

Her long blond hair is elegantly coiled, her earrings, necklaces and rings sparkle brightly, and at her feet are a pair of white dancing shoes encrusted with roses and diamonds.

"Is there four, five, or six petticoats in there?" Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand, which was wearing white gauze gloves.

In her left hand, she holds a glass of sparkling champagne.

Instead of being in the center of the banquet and being the center of everyone's attention, Audrey avoided the hustle and bustle, standing quietly in the shadow of the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She took a sip of champagne and looked at the people in front of her in a gesture that did not belong here:

The youngest son of Count Wolf was chatting with Viscount Conrad's daughter, and he liked to strengthen his tone by waving his forearms, well, the more he swung and the less credible what he said, which is a proven conclusion...... He can't help but exalt himself and belittle others, but it is difficult to control his weakness, which is expressed in the way he speaks, in his body language......

Lady Della hid her laughter with her left hand again and again today, well, I see, she was showing off the pure aquamarine in her left hand......

Her husband, Duke Negan, had been discussing the situation with several conservative nobles not far away, and he had only taken the initiative to look for his Lady Dela once since the beginning of the banquet......

They barely make real eye contact...... Perhaps, well, they are not as affectionate as they appear......

It was normal and not surprising that Mrs. Panis was amused seven times by Baron Larry, but why did she look at her husband with a weak eye...... Well, they separated...... No, everywhere they go has access to the garden......

......

In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would not normally pay attention to.

For a moment, she almost really believed she was watching a play.

"Everybody is a good theatrical actor......" she sighed silently, her eyes cold.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head sharply, and 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 retriever sat quietly, looking inside with a quiet gaze, looking at Audrey, half of her body hidden in the darkness.

Susie...... The corners of Audrey's mouth twitched, her expression collapsed instantly, and she could no longer maintain the state of "audience".