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Knock knock!

After a few knocks on the door, Walter, the butler, walked in and handed the list of guests to his employer, Dawn Dantès, that he and the housekeeper Tanea.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Klein took the list, glanced at it cursoryly, and searched the long guest list for the names of people he knew well: the family of Councillor Mahert—Miss Hazel had recovered from her illness and was able to participate in social activities—Dr. Alan Krees, who was already a little famous in high society, and Lady Mary Short, who had a fortune of tens of thousands of pounds...... In addition to this, the neighbors near this street, who had invited their new friend Dawn to balls, dinners, and afternoon tea, now it was Dawn's turn to invite them back and forth.

The invited members are either rich or expensive, but only for the common people and the middle class.

Mr. Dantès was still in the process of pursuing status and titles, and did not invite people of the great aristocratic rank.

In it, acquaintances make up the majority, but there are also many less familiar names mixed in, such as courtesans of high society, some connections that are about to be needed...... These were all selected by Walter, an experienced butler, and with the help of the thoughtful Lady Tanea, Klein was very relieved of his annual expenditure of nearly two hundred pounds.

In order to show that Dawn had carefully read the list, Klein carefully picked a few names and asked:

"Who is Mr. Bram Müller?"

Walter replied: "He is a gentleman of barons who had been canonized as king five years earlier, and owned large tracts of land in East Tuckershire. However, his business in the southern continent has suffered setbacks in recent years, and he wants to give himself more partners, and his political leaning is conservative. ”

That is, the nobles who want to help each other...... He was invited because he had the experience of obtaining a knighthood and could introduce Daun Dantès to some big names and connections...... Klein nodded and picked another name:

The name "Milan Nola Fetus ......" is rather neutral, is it Mr. or Madam?

Walter saw his employer's doubts and thoughtfully explained:

"This gentleman is the owner of the Fitus United Food Factory, which runs the cake, tea, spice and luxury goods business. He was also a wealthy man with a staggering fortune, and was said to be a descendant of a certain nobleman in Intis, who had not yet been knighted, but who already had shares with many nobles. His business has not been affected by the Southern Continent, and he has not yet shown political leanings. ”

Food factories? I seem to be a little impressed...... There is a cake shop in Queens that specializes in Indisian-style desserts, and it is said that they are trying to market their brands to "high-end" by offering high prices to chefs and pastry chefs who have served aristocratic families......

Thinking of dessert, Klein took the opportunity to say:

"I hope to give guests a taste of the flavors of my hometown."

Walter immediately replied: "We have prepared a lot of Dixie dishes and the menu has already been planned. ”

"Good."

Klein nodded lightly and returned the list to Walter.

……

"We've got an invitation!"

In a villa in a wealthy area with extravagance, a gargoyles carved on the stairs suddenly spoke:

"Daun Dantès's butler is here!!"

"Tomorrow night, it's time for the head of the family to prepare to report to His Majesty!"

"The head of the house! Can you hear me, the master of the house! ”

The gargoyle's voice was sharp and piercing, and in an instant, it spread throughout the upper and lower floors, echoing repeatedly in the villa, forming a dizzying sound wave. Like hundreds of ducks pinched in their throats singing, it immediately attracted curses from several young people playing cards in the living room:

"The head of the house has been waiting downstairs!"

"Be quiet!"

"I really regret making you a reconnaissance system, your 'funeral' is just a noisy horn!"

An inconspicuous bat drawn on the wallpaper turned its eyes, and the gargoyle retaliated:

"Miel, all you have left is a pair of two!"

"Ahh Damn it. The companion snickered, and the young man who had cursed the gargoyle just now cursed, but was quickly killed without a piece of armor, and angrily threw the remaining cards in the gargoyle's face.

"If you were so resilient when you were alive, you wouldn't have been reduced to a seal."

The gargoyle smiled: "I was besieged by the people of the church, and there is still a head left in the end, can you do it?" ”

Several young men with purple eyes and hair taunted the gargoyle a few times, then turned their attention back to the win or loss of the hand, and the winner triumphantly asked, "What are you going to lose to me this time?" ”

Miel North sighed: "One year life? ”

"No, I've just won twelve years, and I'm not old enough to worry about age."

"So, a Sequence 5 auxiliary material?"

"No, I have a way to get it myself." The winner took a drink from the lower demon holding the tray and said with a smile, "I want two places to eat." ”

The demon who lost the card was surprised: "You have itchy hands? Then go to the slums and eat as much as you want, there are so many souls that have ever fallen. ”

"Although the workers in the factory are a little more expensive, they can cause social concern and panic."

The young man who won the card laughed and said, "It's only two or three hundred pounds for a person, and you can publicize it a little in the newspaper." If you don't have a family member, you can find a reason to donate to the church, and so many factories have one or two places every month, and it's easy to complete the ceremony. ”

"Then I'll give it to you, I've just been promoted to Sequence 6, and I don't need these slots."

Miel fell back indifferently, now the demons are living much better, as long as they have money, they can kill as they please.

The criminals of Sequence 9 are digesting potions in the corners of cities on various continents, and the cold-blooded people of Sequence 8 are not yet able to control themselves well, so they need more digestion. The killings in the Fetus United Food Factory are basically Sequence 7 serial killers, and most of the workers who were killed died quietly, and it was almost enough to give some money for personal gain. And what was exposed were the Sequence 6 demons who were preparing for promotion.

In this day and age, every human life has a price.

Demons don't believe in what money can't buy, and if you don't sell, it only proves that my bid is not high enough.

Workers with dependents, more than a hundred pounds will make their families grateful, which is just pocket money in the devil's fingers. And the occasional "good fortune" to the point that the families of workers who could get a newspaper were able to get nearly four hundred pounds, and the contradiction shifted from the devil to the families who received more generous pensions.

A worker who has no family members would not have attracted anyone's attention if he died.

Their lives were worthless, and now they can participate in the promotion and play of demons.

Even, one of the "Apostles of Desire" who was promoted last month openly declared himself a murderous madman among workers from poor families, with a life of three hundred and fifty pounds a life, and as a result, there were unusually many applicants, and the number of promotions in Sequence 5 was made up in two months.

The Demon Family had money, gems, seals, and a frighteningly high turnover of factories, and they were able to offer cheap shares to the nobles to pull them into the water, and the money was exchanged for an umbrella in the West Villas field, and the end result was nothing more than a fire that killed and injured more than thirty people.

The more than 30 people were burned to ashes, silently sent to the cemetery.

They would rather trade their lives for this money than believe that they can live long enough to earn so much money from their work.

Since the death of the angel of the Berial family, Andrellard took advantage of the situation and tore Beria apart.

And Milan North slid down on Edward Vaughn with lightning speed, and the North family was quickly supported, and now they have entered the house, and started the food industry in the capital of the country on the Northern Continent, mixing much better than the other two.

A giant roller called capital rumbles, crushing one inconspicuous human being after another, buying goods is prayer, and forgiving casualties is recognition. The devil became a group of happy and free factory owners, more legitimate, more elegant, more efficient, and more dignified to kill.

As he spoke, footsteps came from the stairs, and the current manager of the North family, the owner of the Fetus United Food Factory, went upstairs.

He is only an "Apostle of Desire", but because of the right decisions, his status surpasses that of the demigods of the Demon Family.

Miel and the others hurriedly stood up, and Milan, who was less than thirty in appearance, glanced at the cards on the table and said:

"At seven o'clock tonight, I'll go to Dawn Dantès's house for dinner."

"Take care of the factory, and if you can't clean it up, I'll use your bones to build a wall."

The demons were resigned, and one of them asked curiously, "Master, are you going alone?" Without an attendant? ”

Milan bowed slightly:

"Dawn Dantès himself is an extraordinary man, and I will go on my own to prevent unforeseen complications."

He thought of the two great beings on the pure black carriage, restrained his emotions, and said calmly, "Is there any objection?" ”

The demons in charge of the factory shook their heads and were driven off to their afternoon work.

540

At around 7 p.m., Klein, dressed neatly with Walter the butler and Richardson, the valet, waited in the foyer to greet the guests at the ball.

Soon, he saw a familiar face walk in.

Alan Krees!

The well-known surgeon walked through the front door with his wife, who had a high belly.

Pregnant woman...... Klein's heart moved, and he greeted him with a smile on his face.

As a polite gentleman, Klein, of course, would not stare at Allen's wife, he looked at the well-known surgeon and said:

"Good evening, Alan, what should you call him?"

Allen's cold temperament didn't change anything, but it didn't affect him as he handed over the beautifully packaged red wine and smiled politely:

"My wife, Verma Gletis, is a middle school teacher."

"Looks like you're going to be a dad again, what's the due date?" Klein took the other party's gift and asked.

He had prepared Dr. Allen for a few new surgical procedures that had been reported recently, and he didn't expect that he would bring his wife, who was many months pregnant, to attend.

This was an unexpected surprise to him, because the unborn fetus in Mrs. Verma Glatis's womb was Will Onsetin, the "Serpent of Mercury".

Alan subconsciously glanced at Madame's belly, smiled a little and said:

"At the beginning of July, if you don't mind, I hope to invite you to his birth feast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Velma, a gentle and beautiful black-haired lady, suddenly covered her stomach and snorted softly.

"What's wrong?" Alan blurted out.

"He kicked me a little bit, and it's quiet now." Velma's expression widened.

After a few more pleasantries, Klein handed the gift to his valet Richardson and asked him to lead the two, nay, three guests into the hall.

He didn't have to wait long for a second pair of guests, Bishop Elektra and his female companion, still dressed in black clergy robes.

"Good evening, Bishop, I've been sleeping wonderfully lately." Crane pretended not to know about the Church of the Night, and secretly tried to speak.

Bishop Elektra immediately clicked clockwise on his chest:

"This is the blessing of the goddess."

After a brief pleasantry, Lady Mary arrived, and Bishop Elektra entered the hall to wait, allowing Dawn to communicate with the next guest.

As more and more guests arrived, Klein greeted them warmly and humorously as he recalled the corresponding topics, and received many gifts.

Soon, he met a young man with black hair and a strange purple glow on the tips and eyes. He looked to be less than thirty years old, wearing a gold collar inlaid with precious stones, and had a noble temperament, somewhat aristocratic arrogance, which did not fit in with Rune's subtle style.

This Mr. Milan, who is rumored to be related to the Intis aristocracy, has an interesting hair color, but his hair is much more normal than dark green...... At the first meeting, Klein was ready to greet each other, took the initiative to step forward, and said with a smile:

"Beckland's desserts are gradually making me feel a little less nostalgic for the Decey County flavor."

Mr. Milan smiled softly, which made people subconsciously feel good: "I have wanted to go to the beach for a long time, but I have not had the opportunity so far." Now maybe a friend will tell me about Dicy. ”

The two didn't know each other too well, and after exchanging words a little to connect their feelings, Klein invited him in.

After entering the door, his inspiration suddenly touched slightly, and he looked in the direction of the door, only to see that the two black carriages belonging to Mr. Milan had left.

Two? Maybe it's a gift, or someone passing by......

Klein paid a little more attention to the hall and the guests, but everything was normal. When it was almost time, Dawn announced the start of the dance and invited everyone to enjoy their time.

As the host of the banquet, he could not miss the first three opening dances. After three dances, Klein finally had a brief break to stuff some food and drink a cup of thirst-quenching sweet iced tea with ice cubes in it—a Dicy specialty he had prepared in the kitchen.

Then, as he was about to go to the bathroom, Will Unsetin, the "snake of mercury", suddenly came to the door, probably with something to say to him.

Mrs. Verma, who was sitting in the lounge area of the hall, reached out and rubbed her belly, and several men who were talking suddenly looked embarrassed at the same time, barely maintaining their image, and walked to the bathroom with difficulty, faster than Klein.

"Do so many people have bad stomachs?"

Klein was startled at first, then frowned: "It doesn't seem right...... Is it stopping me? ”

"He's coming, but doesn't want to talk to me? Don't want to talk to me right now? ”

Crane guessed, and walked to the study attached to the floor where the bathroom was located.

The group of men who had rushed to the bathroom just now also stopped suddenly, looked at each other suspiciously, and stood up straight, as if the abdominal pain that they couldn't help but feel like they were about to pour out just now was just their own hallucination.

It's really ......

Crane stopped trying to walk to the bathroom, he happened to be hungry, so he prepared to go back to the downstairs hall to get some more food and talk to the familiar people.

At that moment, he seemed to sense something, and turned his head sharply to look into the shadows on the second floor.

The light of the gas lamp seemed to suddenly dim, the air around it began to turn cold, and a pair of dark gray boots stepped out of the shadows. His gaze slowly went up, simple dark dress pants, brown trench coat, one hand hanging by his side, and one hand had been raised and stretched out towards him.

Familiar picture, familiar feeling, familiar cold!

Klein was creepy, he couldn't take his eyes off, he couldn't perceive everything around him, all his senses were gradually dying, like a blank slate, like a kaleidoscope of chaos unfolding in the world out of the corner of his eye, and that hand was about to touch him-

A man grew out of the shadows, and the cross ornaments on the human body jingled.

The man who seemed to merge with the shadow grabbed the wrist of that hand and pressed it down point by point.

The confinement imposed on Crane suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment returned to normal, but the next moment, the two familiar and unfamiliar guests in front of him made his heart seem to suddenly stop beating.

The two on the opposite side greeted each other fiercely with fierce eyes, and then looked at Klein at the same time.

The young man with blond hair mixed with black highlights spoke in a low voice:

"This is the first time we have met in the true sense of the word."

Crane gritted his teeth, leaving the jaw-dropping ugliness out of sight. The "wriggling hunger" he wore on his left hand shivered, and the terrifying heat emitted again, and the chaotic spirituality overflowed everywhere, like a fanatical fan seeing his idol.

The identity of the person opposite is about to be revealed.

- Who said that Mr. X was just an inconspicuous oracle in the Aurora Society?!

TBC

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Forthth, you framed me!

(End of chapter)