Milan has not been very quiet in the past two days, especially in the aristocratic circles at the top of the city.

Or maybe it's a storm.

On the edge of the city of Milan, in an aristocratic manor house with high stone walls and large thorny iron gates, there is a luxuriously built shaded canopy garden, where white streamlined tea tables and chairs are dotted among the greenery.

The crisp autumn sunlight is refracted into the glass ceiling, sprinkled on the gathering place in this aristocratic manor specially for afternoon tea parties.

It is the stage and battlefield of the noble ladies.

The large skirts of light or dark colors swayed among the flowers, creating the kind of noble ladies typical of this era.

No one in the aristocratic circle is better informed than them, and from the mouths of these noble ladies who regard chat as an indispensable part of their lives, you can learn about everything that has happened in the aristocratic circles lately.

Although it is a gathering of noble ladies and celebrities, in fact, they are also divided into their own small circles, and they have a competition about status and face.

It's just that today there seems to be some exceptions, and everyone is in a circle.

Because what happened the day before yesterday in the fashion store that they were all familiar with was like a boulder, smashed into the calm waters of these aristocratic ladies, and the figure they had never seen before broke into the circle of Milanese high society in the most brutal way.

A young man from the Far East, after meeting the owner of the shopkeeper by smashing expensive handicrafts in the hall,

I bought the store on the spot!

What's even more incredible is that whether he smashed the sculpture or bought the storefront,

It's all gold!

"Oh God, he just smashed that beautiful glass sculpture without warning, like a thug, and we were all startled until the owner of the shop came out."

And on the inner side of this circle, the Countess of Lumis was enjoying the attention and amazement of all the others with a rich expression on her face,

As a first-hand witness of the events of the day, she was like a proud peacock telling other ladies and ladies about the events of that day.

"Obviously, he was throwing gold like a gangster in the lower streets, but after he threw out the blank card, even the angry owner suddenly became humble and flattered..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Lumis paused before adding:

"It's like magic."

"Does he really have that much gold?"

Surrounding the circle, a noble lady listened to this incredible turn of events and asked everyone what they were most concerned about.

Madame Lumis glanced at her, who was also a lady of an earl's family like her, and the two were on good terms.

"It's hard to believe, but... yes, oh God, I don't even know how much gold, 1 pound, he threw away that day to buy that store? 5 lbs... Or 10 pounds? ”

There was a low exclamation in the party, whether it was the aristocratic ladies sitting in the inner circle or their daughters, juniors, and some celebrities and ladies gathered outside, they all covered their lips lightly, and expressed their wonder to each other with the people around them.

"Then who is he, and why does he have so much gold!?"

A viscount's wife asked the question with some urgency, for she was not a high class in the circle, wealth was the most important thing.

Although they felt that it was ungraceful for her to ask such a question, the other women still bowed slightly, because they were also extremely curious about who he was, especially the celebrities on the periphery who had not yet been engaged.

Because this is like the fairy tale they all read when they were children, a bedtime story of a foreign youth with a mysterious origin, but with unparalleled wealth, and then met a princess who fell in love at first sight, and used the power in her hands to defeat evil and protect her life.

"No one knows who he is, just as no one knows why he has such a fortune."

Lumis took a sip of the black tea, laughed at the viscountess in his heart, and then replied a little haughtily.

"And what does he look like?"

Madame Lumis was strained by the sudden sound of a gentle woman, and Lumis looked in the direction of the woman who spoke in the direction of the woman who spoke in a pale pink dress, a rival who always had a good conversation with her husband at certain parties and in the social arena.

Hearing this obviously difficult question, Mrs. Lumis snorted coldly and replied confidently:

"It was a foreign gentleman with a very special temperament, leading a little girl in a beautiful dress."

"Yes, it turns out that he is still leading a little girl, no wonder I heard that Lumis you want to buy that girl's dress from the gentleman for 200 lira."

Madame Visconti chuckled softly, and when she heard her words, the noble ladies in the vicinity suddenly had strange eyes but they were well hidden.

200 lira silver coins...

For the gentleman who was dissatisfied with his inability to enter the store and bought the store directly, it was probably a price that didn't even feel worth it at a glance...

With a slight pause in her eyes, Mrs. Lumis's face suddenly turned unnatural.

"Sisters, as far as I have heard, the gentleman is from the golden land of the Far East, and has recently arrived in Italy, and the place where he first showed his wealth was not the fashion house..."

Interrupting the other's words, Madame Visconti only chuckled and easily snatched all attention from Lumis.

"From the Far East, really? And that person is..."

"He first went to the beautiful little manor house of Viscount Barrotfei, and as for the process and the result, I'm sure you can all guess what happened."

Visconti smiled and shook off what she knew, and for a moment won the attention of all the ladies and the incessant curiosity of the ladies.

"Mr. Barrot's manor, oh dear, so he lives there now?"

Visconti smiled in the affirmative, answering everyone's questions, and she did not forget to add her own opinion:

"There is no doubt that the gentleman who has an unknown amount of gold must also be a noble prince of no low status in his Far Eastern hometown, and it is likely that he is the royal family that has just collapsed."

Then when she finished speaking, Lumis on the other side raised the corners of his mouth again:

"You're really well-informed, and at what ball did Viscount Barrot tell you that?"

Hearing this counterattack, all the other ladies closed their mouths at once, and Visconti narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to return it with a smile and politeness.

The woman who had been sitting on the throne spoke.

She was a lady in her forties, dressed in the most gorgeous dress of the crowd, and she held the authority of the gathering of Milanese ladies and ladies, and she was the beloved wife of one of the marquis of the kingdom, Lady Leila.

"All right, all right, ladies, whatever that gentleman is, you should not quarrel over it."

The gentle and kind female voice stopped the two of them from beginning a verbal argument, and then Lady Leila, dressed in a large crimson dress, looked at everyone:

"But since it was a foreign gentleman who came to Milan, as aristocrats, we can't avoid intersecting with each other."

"But, I'm sorry to interrupt you, Lady Leila,"

The other countess looked at Visconti and Lumis, and said in circles with an inquiring look:

"As far as I know, all the people who want to visit the gentleman at this point seem to have been turned away."

All eyes were on her again, and Visconti and Lumis frowned slightly at the same time, forgetting that they were not the only ones who were smart.

"It's just a matter of a ball, we don't have to rush, it would be rude, and that's something to consider in a little while, when that aristocratic gentleman from the Far East gets used to Milan."

Lady Leila glanced at her, and smiled with her hands folded together, but at this moment!

A maid dressed as a maid hurried in, came to Lady Leila's side and whispered quietly, and then handed her an envelope with a wax seal.

And the moment she saw the seal on the fire paint wax that symbolized the highest title under the king, Madame Leila, who had always maintained a gentle and steady look, suddenly showed a surprised look, and then directly opened the envelope on the spot and read it,

It was only at the end of the letter that Mrs. Leila carefully folded it and put it back in the envelope, and then whispered to the nobles and ladies present:

"Ladies, an incomparably distinguished lord is passing through Milan, and it seems that our ball needs to be brought forward..."

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The deep and enchanting Italian night is the time of men and women,

The light pink court skirt was torn off hard, and the snow-white soft shoulders and plump breasts were exposed on the messy white complicated underwear and were grasped and played with in the palm of one hand.

The waist was hugged, the lace skirt had long been lifted by a hand, and it was pressed into the arms of the man by the wall, and the clothes on the entire upper body had been completely removed, Visconti exhaled hot and looked at the handsome man in front of him, lost all his grace and shame and moaned in love, and let the other party seize his lips,

Then he picked her up with a smile and walked to the bed...

A few hours later,

In the master bedroom of the Earl's Manor, Higg put on his white robe and shawl and took a final look at the Countess who had fallen asleep on the bed, and smiled and gestured with his fingers to say goodbye.

Then he jumped out of the window, and his figure leaped over the roof in the night, constantly jumping up and down until he stopped at one of the most famous buildings in Milan.

On the roof of the Milan Cathedral, there were also three figures in white robes and cloaks, but the faces of the people waiting there were not very good.

"You're three hours late, and you're wasting time on those women again?"

Myerson frowned and looked at him coldly, a little unbearable for his prodigal son's style, Sieg smiled and spread his hands to explain:

"In order to obtain information, a small price is inevitable, not to mention that a countess who inherited the title of deceased husband's property and is still a courtesan is really charming."

Listening to the dissolute words of this typical Italian man, Myerson frowned fiercely, while the woman on the side frowned slightly, but the other man smiled at Higg in a way that everyone knows.

"And what about the specifics?"

Holding back the corners of his eyebrows that kept jumping, Myerson couldn't help but ask, hearing that when talking about business, Higg also put away the playboy style, and said the information he had gotten:

"If the countess hadn't lied, the guy who paid with the wanton use of gold must have been a participant, and had some kind of alchemy-like ability,"

"And if you guessed correctly, it's a Chinese."

"Huaxia... He's a member of that night club in the Far East!? ”

Hearing the word 'Huaxiaren', the woman in the religious robe, Kesti, frowned and asked in surprise,

Almost anyone in the world of night warfare knows that there is a mysterious existence of the Huaxia Night Society.

"I don't know, he suddenly appeared in Delier, Italy without any trace, and no one knows his purpose."

Higg looked at her and replied, admiring her beautiful appearance with great approval and appreciation, only such a woman who is also an extraordinary person is worthy of his goal of pursuit.

"Whether he is a member of the Night Society or not, we have been ordered to eliminate any factors that might get in the way of the Venerable Lord on the battlefield during this time!"

Taking a deep breath, Myerson, who is one of the four who has the right to speak, said categorically, and then continued to look at Higg and asked:

"What about the man's movements?"

"There's nothing special to say, except that he always has a little girl with him."

After finishing his business, Higg smiled meaninglessly, and looked at Casty on the side, who was more outstanding than the countess just now, with interest in his eyes.

"You can't involve innocent people, who may be ordinary people who were coerced by him into being taken hostage,"

Myerson felt some trouble and his eyes sank, and then he looked at the young man on the other side, and since he had been a participant for the shortest time and the weakest of the four, he spoke:

"Wales, leave it to you the task of separating that innocent girl from him, and you should be able to do it."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Wales, who had no problem with handing over such a marginal task to himself, agreed, and then the three listened as Myerson spoke out the final decision:

"The time is tomorrow night's ball, Higg, you go and make initial contact and warning to him, if he doesn't listen to the advice..."

On the roof of the Duomo of Milan, on the Gothic spire, bathed in the glory of the Lord, the figures of the European participants are straight.

"Then we don't mind letting him get out of Europe."