Chapter Seventy-Six: The End

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John sat down, his arms slightly folded, and he didn't speak, and a faint majesty emanated from him.

The noisy hall gradually fell silent, and people gathered their minds and looked at the young man sitting at the end of the long table indifferently, hopefully, or indifferently.

There is no doubt that from now on, that position belongs only to him.

"Everyone!" John coughed and began to speak, "I don't want to repeat what happened today, this is a mistake made by the Condon family, as the eldest son of the family, I should take full responsibility,

However, the matter has been resolved, and I promise that I will never let such a crisis happen to the lives of the residents of the manor again. ”

After a pause, John raised his head slightly, taking in everyone's faces, his face was heavy, he sighed slightly, and said,

"And then there's the death that happened in the col the night before."

Speaking of this, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, people's faces were heavy, and there was a faint cry from the corner.

John mourned in silence, and with a sad face, he whispered,

"I don't know how to express my feelings now, 31 young people died in this way, no matter who the murderer is, whether it is human or not, as the owner of the plantation, the Condon family has an unshirkable responsibility, and my father is not at home now, so this responsibility is borne by me,

I had never experienced such a tragic thing before, and I didn't know how to comfort the deceased. ”

John beckoned, and Debbie, who had been waiting for a long time, came up and placed a wooden box on the table, which was opened to reveal a stack of pre-filled envelopes.

John pushed the box to the center of the long table and said sadly,

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't think of a way to free you from the grief of losing your loved ones.

Perhaps, this kind of thing itself is not solved by comfort,

There are sixteen envelopes, each with $600 in cash, so divide it! I can't alleviate the grief in your hearts, and I can only use this stupidest way to make your life a little better in the future. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell eerily silent, the crying disappeared, the air seemed to stop flowing, and the silence was so quiet that even the sound of iron needles falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

16 envelopes, 600 each add up to $9600,

This... This... What a huge amount of money, people's breathing could not help but become heavy, their eyes were wide open, and all eyes were focused on the ordinary-looking wooden box, and they refused to remove it for a long time.

After a while, Hank, who was sitting in the first seat to the right of the long table, stood up and said a little crampedly,

"Big young master, you don't have to be like this, this is all the second young master, no, it was provoked by those hateful werewolves, what does it have to do with you, besides, you are a victim like us!"

"Yes! Gentleman! As soon as Hank spoke, Mrs. Thorn, who was sitting in the corner, also spoke, "Even if you feel sad and want to make amends, you don't have to give so much!" ”

$600 is 60,000 cents, one cent for a loaf of bread, and four cents for a glass of ale.

In this era when the 100-dollar paper roll was not yet issued, the purchasing power of $600 was equivalent to the $120,000 in later generations, still as the purchasing power of money continued to decline as the necessities of life became more and more expensive.

Such a huge sum of money is enough for a family of two to eat and drink for ten years.

The discussion gradually increased, except for the families of the deceased who bowed their heads and were full of embarrassment, everyone spoke out to dissuade John, in a primitive society, human life itself did not know much money, and they had never heard of the accidental death of a plantation employee, and the owner paid for the settlement of the family.

"That's it! Don't talk about it. ”

John scolded in a deep voice, and when the room was quiet again, he said with great seriousness,

"16 lives, the oldest is only 28 years old, the youngest is only 15 years old, although they are not surnamed Condon, but they grew up in this manor, they are the Condon family, as the future inheritor of the plantation, I have the responsibility and obligation to ensure the life of their family after that, this six hundred dollars is not much at all."

The unmistakable tone made all the voices of opposition disappear, and the families of the victims looked up with red circles in their eyes, looking at John with respect and deep gratitude.

……

It's nice and tiring to be in charge.

By the time the sun began to set, the crowd dispersed and the villa returned to its quiet state.

John, who had finished most of the plantation business, rubbed his brow tiredly, walked out of the conference room, and walked straight to the left,

The dim yellow candlelight echoed back and forth between the bright tables and chairs, and as the footsteps came, Gretel raised her head, and when she saw the comer, she couldn't help but tease,

"Yo! Look at who is here, the shot is 10,000 US dollars, and you don't frown, the rich man, you have already given the settling-in fee, I don't know our commission, when will you give it! ”

"Yours are indispensable."

John didn't want to deal with the witch, who always liked to make trouble for himself, so he took out two envelopes from his bosom and handed them to Mars and the skin-changer who was covered in bandages but still drinking there.

"This is the commission for the two of you, one five hundred, the other three hundred,

In addition to that, there is only the second clause in the contract.

Mr. Cole, from now on, you have a year of residence at Condon Manor, and I have chosen a house for you, and the servant will take you there later.

As for Mr. Locke's five-barrel rum, I've had it prepared, and I guess it will take a while, and if you don't mind, you can settle down here first. ”

Hearing this, Locke, who had turned into a mummy, lit up his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Eat and live?" ”

"Of course!" John smiled and nodded, then remembered something and said, "No matter the wine!" ”

"That's a disappointment!"

Locke's expression was stupid, but his eyes still showed yearning, as a skin-changer who had escaped from prison and had no fixed place to live, it was his dream to have a stable home.

Seeing that the contracts between the two of them had been fulfilled, and there was no movement on her side, Gretel was suddenly unhappy and asked,

"Hey! Great philanthropists, what about our money? ”

"You wait for now, wait until you're done as a bodyguard for ten days, and then talk to me about money."

After saying this, John instructed the maid next to him: let her tell the kitchen to bring the dinner that has been prepared.

It didn't take long for the rich fragrance to come, and the lid was lifted.

Plates of exquisite food are placed on the table, and the sight of it will make people whet their appetite.

Candlelit and glassy, John speaks and listens, relying on his strong social skills to keep the atmosphere in the restaurant interesting and harmonious.

After a few glasses of wine, everyone gradually began to talk, and even the Templars, who had been silent, stood up from time to time to say a few puzzling jokes.

At this moment, John, who thought that the time was almost there, suddenly opened his mouth and smiled,

"By the way, Andrew seemed to call me before he died... called...[Two-Faced Man],

What a two-faced thing is, I've never heard of it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Templar, who was drinking, immediately froze, and his face became ugly, but fortunately, no one noticed his abnormality due to the cover of the wine glass.

PS: Volume 2 begins