How much does it cost to treat fourteen great lads and Rosen to the best restaurant in the entire Upper Albin?

Not even half a penny.

Dussander hadn't thought of this before he had invited him to dinner—he had been going to use the five one-pound bills in his pocket to reward the amazing armed security guards who had been on guard outside Harold Manor all night on a cold late autumn night.

To put it bluntly, they were prepared to do things that would send them to the gallows. Risking such a big risk to freeze all night, Dusand said that he was deeply moved and felt a little unprofound.

Be sure to treat them to a good meal.

At the gate of the "Saint-Saar's Restaurant" next to the Upper Albin Sunset Square, Dussand, who was leading a "huge" team of seventeen people, said politely to the waiter at the door of the restaurant, "There are eighteen of us in total, please arrange a place." ”

Then, he heard the waiter's refusal, "I'm sorry kid, our restaurant is full today." ”

Dusund's shocked glance at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the dining room, then pointed to the empty dining room and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?" ”

"We're all full today." The waiter shrugged his shoulders helplessly, then turned around and prepared to walk into the room—he was only wearing a white shirt, and he really couldn't withstand the cold wind of Neusal in late autumn.

This no-nonsense attitude didn't even make Dussander angry. Truth be told, Dussand's sense of shock may have been a little more than that.

No...... You're just fooling people around? Even if you say it's booked, it's fine.

Todd and Tom are clearly starting to get angry. What happened to Dussander can definitely be regarded as the "honor of the nobility", which has been challenged and tarnished. And Dussand, who had just made a big fuss, decided not to make too much noise in the area of Sunset Square.

He took out his badge and handed it to Todd on the side, "Please go in and at least call the manager of this store." ”

Todd took the badge, then murderously pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked in. Dussaint watched as he slapped the waiter who tried to block his path several meters away.

This one...... You can only be considered unlucky. Dussaint sighed, the last time the gangster did this had been shattered by a grenade - and the backstage boss of the gangster might have died even worse.

Compared to those guys, they were just pushed against the side wall, which was really lucky.

After about a minute or two, a man with a stylish mustache hurried out of the dining room. After seeing Dusander, he directly "plopped" and knelt on one knee on the road.

"Young master, the subordinates are not sensible, and they have neglected you." The apparently managerial man used a very convincing rhetoric and said bitterly, "I'm going to fire him right away, and the staff who trained him will be fired as well." ”

"What do you call me?" Dussand's focus is first and foremost on the other party's address.

The term "young master" is not very common even in the manor. The maids and stewards of the manor always addressed Dussand as "Lord".

"I ...... I came out of the manor. The man with the sleek mustache hurriedly said, "I used to do kitchen procurement under Chandler's butler, and my wife asked me to come out and manage this restaurant three years ago......"

Dussaint glanced at the exquisitely decorated restaurant and asked, "What is this......?" My family's property? ”

"Yes." The mustache respectfully proposed, "Young Master, it's cold outside, let's go in and talk again, shall we?" ”

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Of course, you don't have to give money to eat in your own property. Even if Dusand wanted to pay for it, the manager, who was so nervous that he was sweating and his armpits were soaked in his suit jacket, probably wouldn't dare to accept it. Dussaint sighed, then decided to make some small contribution to his family's estate.

He rejected the manager's suggestion to "stay behind closed doors" and demanded that the store continue to operate normally.

"I really didn't know this shop was my family." At the dining table, Dusander held a goblet of clear water and said helplessly, "I wanted to treat you to a good meal, but I found my own shop...... This time it doesn't count, next time I'll change it to a treat. ”

Dussander secretly swore in his heart that when he went home tonight, he would go to the housekeeper to ask for a list of the family's properties, and he would definitely hide from his own store next time.

"That's good!" The other security guards, including Lawson, shook their heads again and again.

Growing up in an industrial area, the armed security guards who were once forced to ruin their homes by Enrico Boss had never entered such a high-end store. They didn't even dare to put their hands on the white tablecloth at first.

The fine cotton was even more sophisticated than the best shirts they had ever wore.

"In short, no more nonsense." Dussander stood on the stool very "rudely", raised the water glass in his hand and said loudly, "Thank you for your efforts, I promise you that this effort will be rewarded in the future!" ”

"For your health!" The armed security guards from the industrial zone really couldn't think of any other toasts, so they could only wish Dusand good health. Then fill the goblet with a full drink.

Anyway, everyone is a countryman who has never seen the world, and Dussander himself took the initiative to "lead by example" and set an example for these people who can't let go of their hands and feet.

How do you have fun today, don't worry about red tape and other things.

To be honest, such an act can certainly feel a little rude. But most of the people who eat at St. Sal's restaurant still have their brains - at such a restaurant, a dozen young men toast a teenager and wish him good health...... No matter how you look at it, it has a bad atmosphere.

It's a bit noisy, but it's also quite lively. The people in the other seats seemed to be gradually brought up by the lively atmosphere of the Dussand's table, and everyone spoke a lot louder.

The dishes on the table are hearty. Although Dusand did not make a reservation in advance before he came, the manager did not dare to slack off when his young master came to the restaurant to eat. In the kitchen, half of the table was set up with the easiest dishes to serve, and after making sure that the dozen or so young men had something to eat, they began to make other dishes with all their might.

For example, the whole chicken is steamed continuously with high-pressure steam for two quarters of an hour, and then put it in a pan to fry the whole chicken thoroughly. Think beef and vegetables stewed in a pressure cooker and good spirits.

Dussaint himself is also very happy, especially when eating the beef stewed in the pressure cooker, so the happiness is a little stronger.

It would be even better if there were chili peppers in it.

The restaurant was bustling, and a little farther away, the conversation between the two suddenly aroused Dussand's interest.

"I'll be honest with you, Lord Dusart can successfully kill Harold, but I really can't do without it." A middle-aged man whom Dussaint had never seen at all was bragging about his greatness to another middle-aged man in a tone of "I am particularly familiar with Dussand".

"Lord Dussand, after all, is still young, how could he possibly know about Harold's difficulty? That's Shepard's guys! The middle-aged man looked like a "special military advisor for Lord Dusart who had just gotten off work", and he waved his hand and emphasized, "If I hadn't emphasized it repeatedly, they must be brought to the pot...... You see, the guillotine cuts in Newsar today may be Lord Dussaint and his parents! ”

Dussaint frowned, then began to observe the two people at the table.

It is said that the middle-aged man who knows him well has a special appearance of "I am very mixed up on the street". The body type is a rare fat man among the Upper Albins. The other, on the other hand, was thin and grim-faced, and his shirt looked very old—he seemed to care more about the plate of lasagna in front of him, except for the occasional "Ah, that's amazing, it's you" to the fat man's content.

"Of course." The fat man nodded earnestly, responding to his friend's "Thank you so much", and continued the topic.

"You saw the flyer the day before yesterday, right?" The fat man looked left and right, symbolically lowered the volume a little, and then continued to say in a voice that was full of air and could probably be heard in the whole store, "Those leaflets, but they were all my ideas!" ”

The lasagna bolognese disappeared again, and with it came the uninspired words, "That's amazing!" ”

"So, you can leave this kind of thing to me." The fat man seemed to be very satisfied with the feedback he received, and he took a sip of wine from his glass and said, "Just leave it to me to find a buyer for the fabric. The shop opened by the aristocratic lord is different, these tablecloths they use are all dirty and thrown away! ”

For the first time, the middle-aged man, who was distressed and thin, put down the knife and fork in his hand in shock, and then gently touched the cloth on the table with his hand.

"It's a waste." He said with some sadness, "This is at least 400 weaves of fine white cloth!" Although it is not long-staple cotton, such a large piece of bleached white cloth can only be bought for a shilling! ”

"Otherwise, how can I say that you don't know." The fat man snorted disdainfully from his nose, "This shop is the property of Lord Dussand's family, a restaurant owned by a nobleman, how can he care about this little money?" Such a shop can earn at least a dozen gold pounds a day! I'll tell the butler that your factory will be the supplier of cloth for all Lord Dussand's restaurants. ”

Dussand, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, rolled his eyes, and at first he thought that this fat man was a person who secretly served himself - probably a subordinate on his mother's side, otherwise he would not be such a stranger.

As a result, it took a long time, and it was actually a fraudster?

The other young people at the table also noticed Dussand's constant glances at the table, and after listening secretly for a while, the expressions on their faces were strange.

It's not that they don't plan to do justice, it's just that they're a little unsure whether it's appropriate to do it now.

After all, this fat man himself put the flyer on his head first, and just arrested the person like this, will Dusand look a little ...... Be a thief?

Even Tom and Todd, who had always been zealous about preserving the dignity and honor of the nobility, did not move, and they frequently looked at Dussand, as if waiting for orders.

Dussand, who had eaten the last piece of chicken in front of him, put down his knife and fork, and then sighed.

He jumped out of the slightly tall chair and walked slowly behind the fat man.

The barrel of the Type 52 pistol that had just arrived was directly pressed against the back of the fat man's head, and at the same time, Dussand's question with a child's voice was heard.

"You know me well? How did I not know? Dussaint smiled and asked, "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first, this unknown fat gentleman?" ”