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"His Royal Highness the Red Angel is really generous, and he directly entrusted me with the care of Mr. Dawn Dantès's property."

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, when the afternoon sun was at its best, Mr. Daun Dantès had no schedule, and his neighbours and friends were considerate—after the attack that night, the servants of the whole mansion were dispossessed.

Walter, the butler, had some extraordinary experience and knowledge, and had plotted with the witch Triss to take revenge on the betrayer of the Third Prince, so he did not panic because of the sudden disappearance of his employer and the disappearance of the roof of the house, and he explained the disappearance of the roof very sensibly as the building was in disrepair, and the materials were filled by the builders, and they were accidentally struck by lightning on the night of a thunderstorm and collapsed.

Although, this reason can be broken by looking at the smooth cut marks on the second floor, the roof has been shattered, and the servants are looking for an excuse to be reassured. Working for Mr. Dawn was a good job, and Mr. Dawn was a good employer, and they didn't want to lose that life.

So the butler succeeded in getting the servants to calm down again, and waited for Richard, who brought the "stand-in Dawn" to see the situation the next morning.

This was the third day that Crane had been caught in the middle of the night by Medici sneaking in, and Richard had helped open the door as he left.

Now Richard was fully accustomed to life at 160 Berklund Street, and was skilful and happy to begin to "save money" for the mansion and its servants. After all, Mr. Klein hadn't paid himself the fifteen thousand pounds, and the mansion must be well cared for, wouldn't it?

So, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Richard looked out at the garden, at the busy gardeners and maids in the garden, and began to think:

Does this family need so many maids?

The answer is definitely no, the maid cannot produce any economic value, purely for the sake of the decent and comfortable existence of the rich.

Richard was indeed thinking about whether to reduce the number of servants, who would spend more time on training and naturally ask for more salaries.

But the idea only came to his mind for a few seconds and was discarded, he had no ill feelings towards the servants, everyone was just working to earn a living, not to mention the current turbulent times - and the salaries paid to the servants were not a large part of the expenses.

The real big head is the daily expenses.

Mr. Daun Dantès only hired "no more, no less" servants, a wealthy man who wanted to be among the ranks of the aristocracy, did not pursue the same pomp and circumstance as the aristocracy, and wasted human resources of "one servant in one house, one servant in one thing".

And the servant, Richard, would not have any idea.

If it was a demigod and a demigod before, he might still have a lot of criticism about some of the Southern Continent people who are mixed with the Southern Continent, such as Richardson, whose knees and neck are too soft.

Two hundred years ago, it was also the time when all the uprisings and rebellions in the southern continent were the most intense, and no matter what the purpose and position, the people who resisted were always the majority. How could people living in that era be the same as the mixed race of today?

Therefore, even though the young man would inevitably look at him standing behind "Dawn Dantès" with nervous and tentative eyes, even if the young man, who had no other talent than being a servant, would be afraid and wary of himself who was better and more capable than he looked, even though Richard tried to straighten the bent waist and lowered the head of the other man countless times...... Richard also did nothing.

Richardson was a half-breed born on a Southern Continent plantation, a standard, slave that Northern Continenters wanted.

The people of the Northern Continent who really need servants can be cultivated directly from their own plantations, just like selecting animals for breeding.

There is no reason for him to be afraid of the angels of temperance, he is simply and habitually afraid of everyone around him, everyone who seems to be of a higher status than him, and he is ready to be bullied by these people at any time.

Young children, those who have never known what freedom is, what dignity is, what human rights are, and what it means to stand up and not kneel down, are more able to accept the Northern Continent and the aristocratic lord and the concept of life that they should be masters and serve others. These selected servants kneel naturally and serve comfortably, are they no better than these naturally rebellious rebel terrorists?

The funny thing is that these excellent servants have lost almost all of their jobs in a short time after the Slavery Act was repealed, and the lords are reluctant to pay you no matter how much they like your service and respect.

So the Angel of Temperance has no requirements for Richardson, nor does it for anyone else.

"Heh, when Tawfik's mental illness improves, if the Red Angels haven't come back, I'll take him and play Dawn Dantès for a while."

"It's sure he'll be cured quickly."

Tawfik's situation has been quite stable these days, and he has basically returned to normal, but he is still a little resistant to working with Audrey.

However, compared to the madness on the spot that day, it was much better.

Richard admired the scenery and poured himself a glass of boiled water from the exquisite tea set Klein bought. He took a sip, and his mind was already thinking about how Tawfik had almost lost his soul when he arrived.

The other party either becomes a "silent disciple" in silence, or he goes crazy in silence and is captured by him to let Audrey continue to heal.

"The tea leaves at Dawn's home are too valuable, and there is no need for this to drink tea every day."

Richard pulled out a ledger from his pocket, which was supposed to belong to Daun's housekeeper, but since he came, the closing of the account had seamlessly moved from the housekeeper's lady to him.

Anyway, demigods can't drink tea well, and they don't need to drink tea, so why buy tea? With a wave of his hand, the Angel of Temperance crossed out the necessary expenditure "High Marquis Black Tea", and looked at the 20 pounds of expenditure that had been reduced this month, and Richard smiled with satisfaction.

No guests will come this month, only Lord Richard will go to other people's banquets, and the servants will eat the leftover snacks of the employer, but they will not drink the leftover tea, and even if there is no tea, they will not be discovered.

"Spending on clothing, formal wear and accessories? A few dozen pounds a month is unnecessary, just use the Transfiguration Curse to change the clothes for the stand-in when you go out, and go back to the bookstore to borrow two clothing design books to read, and make sure that Mr. Dawn is not the same every day. ”

"Rose Ore Manor? Oh, Rose Estate, the best of the red wines produced will be offered to the great nobles, and the rest can be kept for my own use or sold, let me see...... So much more in the cellar? Sell it, no, if you sell too much at once, it will be traced back to the flow of large sums of money, and if it is not discovered, I can get some more money...... Then sell all the ordinary ones first, and then sell some of the medium ones. ”

As for the middleman, Richard thought directly of the demon family.

"It seems that the manager of the demon family has been promoted to a demigod, and he plans to find the daughter of a poor nobleman to marry and get a knighthood."

"Haven't they saved up enough for the nobility minimum of the Rune Kingdom for so long? …… No, it should have been enough for a long time, but now that the king has exploded, and the Thunder Pope Gad II has temporarily taken the throne of the emperor, they dare not make a mistake, for fear of being billed by Chavas. ”

For the people of the Northern Continent, Richard has never had any psychological burden.

When the West and Hilston districts of Beckland were bombed, he stood on the bell to get the best view, accompanied by a cup of lemon tea sparkling water, and happily drank a full cup before jumping down and walking around the affected area.

It is most convenient for the demon family to be a middleman to help him sell things, first of all, the other party has connections and platforms, and secondly, the other party will definitely not dare to make a middle difference.

Don't even dare to give more.

"As for the rest...... I put the ball and the invitations and afternoon tea away, and didn't want me to spend money in such an inconsequential place. ”

"But in the next half month, I will also participate in other people's activities once or twice...... It's really troublesome, just take two handicrafts from the highlands and give them them, and then go in and pack some food and valuables, anyway, they can't finish eating and waste it. ”

"Repair the roof...... The housekeeper did a good job and didn't let the workers ask for a sky-high price, but the price was still too high, so I'll fix it myself. ”

Why do you have to spend a hundred pounds on something that moves your fingers?

Richard, of course, was willing to have mercy on the workers, but he didn't spend unnecessary money.

After a strong round of deletions and rejections, Li looked at the thousand pounds that had been reduced in this month's expenditure, and his face was full of joy at the harvest.

……

Crane had an inexplicable feeling and rubbed his hands.

But he didn't find it any strange, and continued to be in a good mood to summon delicious food from the historical projections and fill the table.

At this moment, the more frequent lightning and the endless darkness alternately ruled the land, and where the surrounding light could not be illuminated, one eye watched here without any emotion, and the twisted grass with dark red at the tip danced gently with the breeze that blew from time to time.

Inside the half-collapsed building, a glass lamp hangs eerily in a half-collapsed house, and the dim glow warms the artistic coffee tables and delicate cutlery.

The aroma of the fried steak in butter permeates the air, in contrast to the outside environment, which is almost uninterrupted.

Under the gaze of the terrible monsters in the depths of the darkness, Crane enjoyed his food gracefully on this barren and gray land that brewed great horror.

After eating the steak, he summoned a small glass of ice wine from Rose Ge Manor and drank it in one gulp.

Medici knocked on the table that had been dragged out of the projection of history, and Klein beckoned another glass of Ormere wine. Seeing that Medici sniffed it and showed a disgusted expression, Crane had no choice but to find another glass of Sunian blood wine from Fursack.

Medici smiled with satisfaction, took the blood wine, and slipped leisurely into the distance, not grabbing food from the little ancient scholars.

During these three days, Crane recalled normal human life and food in this way from time to time, Medici felt bored, but would not refuse to come over to eat something, and Hermes was very interested in Crane's psychology and thoughts, and always talked to him while eating.

Hermes sat across from Klein and chatted. Then, the creamy soup, pan-fried cod, tender lamb stewed with peas, baked potato skins, and a variety of wines were summoned in turn into Klein and Hermes's stomachs.

In the process, the first steak eaten had already exceeded its shelf life and disappeared into thin air, but Crane's stomach pouch and body were paralyzed by the subsequent food and did not notice this.

"Do you need me to give you a mental hint?" Hermes laughed, "This hint will make you feel like you've really eaten it, and even though you're already in sequence three and don't need to eat, the feeling of fullness still makes us feel happy and relaxed." ”

Klein dipped the mushroom soup in the crunchy garlic bread, thought for a moment, and nodded.

Of course, coffee tables and meals are called to replenish, otherwise they will not last at all.

At the end of the meal, Crane continued to reach out and took out a cup from the void with a ball of vanilla ice cream. Then he scooped the ice cream spoonful by spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling its melt and sweetness.

After eating a ball, he couldn't get enough of it, and summoned another ball from the hole in history.

In this way, Klein ate five balls of ice cream with different flavors in a row.

With the help of Hermes, he successfully "filled his stomach" and regained his energy. Otherwise, if he wants to replenish his strength normally in this place, he will have to eat the monsters hidden in the darkness, and eat the poisoned meat.

Medici didn't know where to come from, the Sunia blood wine with the spherical ice cubes in his hand was long gone, he looked at Crane a little, and raised it into the distance:

"Keep walking?"

"Keep walking."

"Let's go." "I can already see dreams in the distance, people praying to the gods, and Moon City is not far away. ”

"Then we may meet the people of Mooncity who have been deceived by the Angel of Time...... I'll be ready. ”

In the midst of the recollection, Crane followed and stood up, took the wrapped dry rations, and carried the leather lantern, and walked to the back of Hermes.

One man and two days rounded the hills and continued on the undulating plains.

After walking for a while, Medici suddenly stopped, made a gesture, and then pointed in another direction:

"It's not easy to walk ahead, let's change directions."

Not easy to walk? Two angels are in the Eastern Continent, what place can be difficult to walk?

Klein was stunned for a moment, then turned around with Hermes, and then he felt that there seemed to be some coldness around him, an abnormal coldness, as if he was about to freeze the coldness of bones and spirits - this reminded him of the "Grim Reaper" pathway.

He looked far away and seemed to see a dark depression that looked like a road, or a dry river.

Immediately after, he heard the sound of water.

"There's a river here?" Crane wondered that this was the first time he had seen a river still flowing in the Eastern Continent.

The water was flowing in the water, but when the dim glow of the lights passed, and when the lightning from high in the sky lit up the area, Crane found that there was no water in the riverbed at all, and the sound he had heard disappeared.

"The Invisible River......" Crane took a deep look at the river and followed Hermes into the distance.

Moon City is in the distance.

TBC

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The ruins of the war of the gods, the black monastery of reality.

In the gray square, which was covered with traces of battle, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Someone quietly walked through the ruins of the Divine War to this place, followed the correct route to the gate of the monastery, and then the gate of the empty monastery opened automatically, and welcomed the guest as if to welcome the distinguished guest.

The visitor entered the monastery and, without pause, walked to the bottom floor, pushing open the dark black wooden door.

Behind the door is a hidden "darkness".

"Looks like I'm going to have to pick up my pace." The visitor said, "The body of this Sequence 5 is a bit unusable...... Very hard to use! ”

(End of chapter)