Seeing Wren's puzzled watch, Viola also hesitated.

In fact, on the way back, she felt a little incredible, and sat down next to her, with a thoughtful look on her beautiful face.

Wren asked, "Apart from the fifty percent, and the cost of fifty thousand gold guilders, His Excellency the Duke has no other requirements."

"Nope. Viola shook her head very approvingly.

She thought about it seriously and said slowly: "I just arrived at the Wizard Tower and met His Excellency the Duke, showed the gramophone to the Duke, and roughly introduced its usage, as well as the prospects of the company, and the Duke immediately offered these conditions, without a little hesitation, and handed over the golden shield to me on the spot." ”

As he spoke, Viola saw a thick stack of golden tickets, each worth a thousand gold guilders, for a total of fifty.

The light of the golden ticket shines in the room.

It was the first time Wren had seen so much cash, and he was not attracted to it.

The visual impact of this stack of gold tickets is far less than that of 50,000 gold coins piled up in front of you, but anyone who knows its true value can't help but take a few more looks.

Wren retracted his gaze, still thinking that this matter was confusing.

Duke Silver Star actually spit out part of the huge wealth sent to the door for no reason, could it be that he was stimulated by something

Viola's expression suddenly moved, "Your Excellency asked who the inventor of the gramophone was, and I took this opportunity to introduce you to the duke, and the duke smiled at that time, and asked you in detail, and seemed to have a good impression of you." ”

"Really," Wren felt a little stressed.

It's not a good thing to be noticed by a Holy Soul Wizard, especially if he is playing with the idea of the other party's great-granddaughter.

This feeling is like being interrogated by a door-to-door son-in-law.

"I have just destroyed a gate of the abyss not long ago to make a great contribution to Longsander, and it is normal for the Duke to have an impression of me, and on the feast of the gods, I will be canonized by the baron. Wren explained.

Viola nodded slightly, not thinking much more.

She collected the golden ticket and said: "When the prayer ceremony is over, I will devote myself to the creation of the company, and the remaining fifty percent of the equity, we will be one and a half, what do you think?"

"Will it give me too much" Wren was a little surprised.

He has little interest in running the company, and in the future, it will definitely be Viola's heart, and he will at most give some guidance on the manufacturing technology of gramophones, and he does not want to delay too much time.

And he didn't invest any money, just relying on the initial gramophone, and he left his hands on everything, and he wanted to occupy two or five percent of the shares, which was not suitable.

Viola worked so hard that she only had a quarter of the benefits, which is a bit unreasonable.

It will also discourage her positivity.

"Not much at all, without your invention, there would be no company. Viola seemed to have made up her mind, she paused for a moment, and then said, "We don't have to be so clear about it. Mine is yours, and no matter how much money I make, I have your share. ”

"And, with the Gramophone Company, I'm likely to get a county, which is already the biggest gain. ”

Viola was full of confidence, as if she had already seen herself become the Countess of Winter Thunder.

"Well, then it's up to you. Wren saw that her attitude was very resolute, so he had to nod in agreement.

He also changed his mind slightly, and after the gramophone company was founded, he also spent more time to help Viola share some of the pressure.

The two discussed for a moment and decided to name the company "Silver Star Records".

Since the prestige of the Duke of Silver Star is to be used to scare off competitors, the name of the company should be simple and clear, and it should be named after His Excellency the Duke.

As for how to establish sales channels, produce phonographs, record records, launch promotion, etc., Viola already has a plan, and her strategy is relatively mature, so she doesn't need Wren to bother for her.

The biggest difficulty was the machine shop that produced the phonographs, and Viola had no experience in this area and needed to work with a mechanic.

Wren immediately thought of Kenegi.

Kenieji is a high-level mechanic, with a lot of experience in opening factories, a prominent position, and the vice president of the mechanical union, and after several contacts, it can be determined that he is a trustworthy partner, and if he is pulled into Silver Star Records, there is no better person to work with.

However, Wren only mentioned Kenieji to Viola, not asking that it have to be him, just offering advice.

It's up to Viola to decide.

Unknowingly, the discussion lasted until late at night, and the two said good night and rested separately.

In the next few days, Wren went to the Silver Star Library to move books during the day, and returned at night to discuss various plans for the creation of the company with Viola.

During this time, he went on a mission with his teammates on the demon slaying team, but nothing came of it.

Until the day of Viola's prayer ceremony came.

The Lady with Long Hair's ceremonial service is usually held in the evening, and after dinner, after a short rest at home, Wren changed into a black custom dress that Viola had prepared for him, and waited in the hall on the first floor.

Soon after, Viola's shadow descended the stairs.

She is also dressed up, a royal blue gorgeous dress, highlighting her tall and proud material, a little light makeup on her face, wearing a pair of pearl earrings, long golden hair tied behind with a red ribbon, wearing a white round hat with a layer of fine yarn hanging from the edge, and her beautiful face looms.

Wren watched Viola walk down step by step, like the best scene in a dream, and his eyes were not a little stunned.

It wasn't until Viola walked in front of him, and the slender hand with the lace hand reached out, that he came back to his senses.

"Ahem!"

Wren took her hand, bent down and kissed it lightly on the back of his hand, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are so beautiful!"

"You're also handsome. ”

Viola chuckled, her voice full of joy and beauty.

With that, she took Wren's arm and went out, and in the eyes of the housekeeper Abigail and the servants, she got into the car parked at the door and drove out of Vigo Manor.

The ceremony takes place at the god in the Grand Theatre of Songs, located in the Silver Star district, not far away.

In the car, Wren noticed Viola holding his hand tightly, his fingers clasped tightly, not letting go for a long time, and his heartbeat was much faster than usual.

"You're nervous," Wren asked with concern.

Viola nodded slightly, gripping her hand tighter.

Wren could understand Viola's heart, this ritual was too important for her, it was about faith, magic, and the most unforgettable first experience in her life, which was more important than marriage!

For anyone, it is difficult to calm down at this moment.

In fact, Wren himself was a little nervous, especially when he thought that he was about to face the gaze of a god, he was a little apprehensive.

But as a man, you should behave at this time.

He patted Viola's hand, leaned into her pointed ear, and whispered a few non-vegetarian jokes, which caused her to laugh in disgust, and the effect was excellent, and quickly relieved the tension.

Soon, the Grand Theatre arrived.

Tonight, there was a grand opera in the Grand Theater, and there was a lot of traffic outside the theater, with cars and carriages converging from all directions and parking in the parking lot of the theater.

In Allenus, opera as an art form was still the exclusive preserve of the aristocracy.

Commoners neither enjoyed opera nor had leisure time, but spent a fortune on tickets and spent hours in the Grand Theatre to watch the incomprehensible and boring performances on stage.

Wren was not interested in opera either, but for Viola's sake, he sat with her in the reserved box and waited for the performance to begin.

On the way into the theater, he noticed some unusual observations.

The men recognized Viola and seemed to know the evening prayer rituals, and both men and women cast curious or envious glances at them.

Wren turned on the sound of everything and listened for a moment, and sure enough, these were all members of the art association, who had heard about the prayer ritual, and gossiped behind their backs.

There were at least a dozen people, all whispering to their companions.

Some people maliciously slandered themselves, saying that they were Viola's little white face, some men expressed envy and jealousy, and wanted to replace them, and some were women, talking about their appearance, and very much recognized Viola's taste in choosing men.

Whether it's good or bad, malicious or benign, it's full of sourness.

Wren listened to the sour words of these lemon essences, while holding Viola's hand, unscrupulously admiring her stunning beauty, and his heart was not quite proud.

This feeling is like drinking a large glass of chilled fat house happy water in the summer, refreshing and refreshing, it goes without saying.

Before the show began, people came in to greet Viola.

The people who can go to the Grand Theater to watch the opera are either rich or expensive, Viola's response is very decent, and she generously introduces Wren to them.

Wren didn't like this kind of social situation, but he didn't want to embarrass Viola, so he could only put a smile on his face and deal with them.

Because he has the eye of the soul, he can see the threads of others at a glance.

Knowing who has good intentions towards them, who is full of malice in their hearts, or who is just saying hello to Viola, without much thought.

Several of these people, who were members of the art association, took the opportunity to come and see their jokes, and when they turned out of the box, they began to gossip.

Wren only pretended not to know.

"Viola. ”

A gentle man's voice sounded, and then an old man of tall material but a little emaciated walked in.

He wore a black formal suit, a noble badge on the front, a warm smile on his face, slightly cloudy eyes, and a pair of glasses with a pinched nose, the lenses were attached to the collar with a thin gold chain, giving the impression that he was an elder full of wisdom.

Wren was a little surprised when he saw this gentleman.

In Ehrenus, old people are not common, and it is difficult for even transcendents to live to the end of their lives.

In the eyes of the soul, this old man is a high-level wizard, although his soul is somewhat degraded, but it is still stable, and there is no sign of being affected by the blood soul curse. Judging by the fire of faith, he is a believer in the long-haired lady, and his faith is very religious, almost to the point of a fanatic.

Viola immediately rose and greeted, "Good evening, President Hasilin." ”

Then he introduced to Wren, "Wren, this is the president of our Lonshande Art Society, His Excellency Count Hasilin Verstoy. ”

"Good evening, Your Excellency. "Wren greeted him politely.

He had heard Viola say before that the old man's origins were not trivial.

The president of the Art Society was only one of Hasilin's shares, and he was also a real count of Longshand, a small city with a population of more than 100,000 in the south. The title is hereditary, and Hasilin's ancestor was a student of the Duke of Silverstar, a legendary wizard who died many years ago.

In addition, Hasilin is the dean of Stuart College, one of the three major colleges in Lonsander.

He had a high reputation among the nobility of Lonshand, and was one of the nobles with the highest wealth outside of the Duke's family.

But what Hasilin was most proud of was not the proximity to the legendary wizard, nor the two counts and deans, but his high reputation in the literary and artistic circles of the Empire. x

The old man was a literary writer all his life, writing a number of repercussive works, dozens of widely circulated poems and essays, and an outstanding dramatist, who was also proficient in music, painting and sculpture.

Although Hasilin is not a legend, he has a significant role in the Church of Good Nature.

According to Viola, there have been rumors that President Hasilin is likely to be the chosen one of the long-haired lady, but he himself has not admitted or denied it, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

"You are Wren"

Hasilin looked at Wren, his gaze behind his glasses full of scrutiny.

After a full six or seven seconds, he nodded and said with a smile: "Nice young man, he has excellent looks and good temperament, calm and firm, and his strength is strong enough, otherwise he wouldn't be able to kill so many demons." ”

Wren suddenly laughed dumbly.

His Excellency the President spoke too straightforwardly, commenting on himself to his face, as if he was judging a work of art, which was a violation of aristocratic etiquette, and he also knew the real inside story of the Abyss Gate last time.

Hasilin looked indifferent and rude, and said: "Viola, I was originally worried that your vision was wrong, but now it seems that I was too worried. ”

With a smile on her face, Viola came over and grabbed Wren's arm and said, "Thank you, President, for allowing me to hold a prayer ceremony." ”

"It's something you've worked hard for, and more than half of the priests in the guild have agreed, so of course I won't stop it. Haxilin sighed and said, "I wish you a smooth ceremony and the blessing of God!"

Before leaving, he suddenly winked at Wren and quipped: "Lucky young man, do a good job, don't let Viola down, hehe"

Wren didn't complain in his heart when he heard it, this old man doesn't repair.

When I turned my head, I found that half of Viola's face was red, and her pointed ears were trembling slightly, very human. He was about to make a joke when music sounded on stage, the curtain opened, and the opera performance began.

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