"Anthony, you're back!"

As soon as Anthony, who had returned to Sloh Manor in the carriage, entered the door, Mrs. Irma greeted him with a worried look on her face.

She put her arm on Anthony's shoulders and looked left and right, as if to make sure there were any injuries on his body.

"I heard that there was a gas explosion in the docklands last night, and the whole street is about to be reduced to rubble, so it's okay if you're okay."

Seeing that there were no obvious wounds on Anthony's body, Mrs. Irma breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since she heard the news in the newspaper, she had been worried about Anthony's safety, but fortunately, things didn't go badly.

"Don't worry, my dear Lady Irma, I wasn't on that street at the time."

Anthony felt a warm current in his heart, a feeling that he could hardly feel as an orphan in his previous life.

Finally, Anthony was a little more serious and said.

"But I want to donate 100,000 gold pounds to the civilians living there to help them in their post-disaster reconstruction work."

This can be regarded as a little compensation for you.

Anthony silently added in his heart.

"100,000 gold pounds...?"

Madame Irma was obviously frightened by Anthony's opening of her mouth, although after so many years, her own savings have been hundreds of thousands of gold pounds, but it is better to donate one or two thousand at one time, if it is 100,000, I am afraid that no one will make such a big effort, right?

Was it the last time he lent Anthony 10,000 gold pounds that made him feel that the money was too easy to make?

Mrs. Irma was a little helpless, her son was only a minor child after all, and his concept of money was not so objective, so it seemed that she should still have a good chat with him.

After sorting out the language, Mrs. Irma was about to speak, but she heard Anthony instruct the valet next to her.

"Bring that box from my room."

Soon, the valet returned to the living room on the first floor, and there was an extra silver-white box in his hand.

The rather thick weight made his arms tremble slightly.

What's in there?!

At this time, Mrs. Irma also looked at Anthony with some confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

The next moment, the lock of the silver-white box was opened, and the smell of ink that belonged to the gold pound banknote suddenly emanated from it.

"Here is 100,000 gold pounds, and I ask my mother to help me donate it to the civilians in the docklands through channels, and there are two extra pounds, which are the return of the 10,000 gold pounds you lent me last time."

Anthony smiled, looking at Lady Irma, whose eyes gradually widened, who had forgotten aristocratic etiquette and had eyes full of gold pound bills, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

No, it's just 100,000 gold pounds.

What Anthony didn't know was that what Madame Irma was shocked was not the 100,000 gold pounds, but the 100,000 gold pounds that came from her son Anthony's handiwork!

How did he do it?

Suddenly, Mrs. Irma looked at Anthony with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

"So many gold pounds, how did you, no, how did you get them?"

After a brief moment of surprise, Mrs. Irma apparently regained her composure, and began to wonder if Anthony's money had come from the wrong place, much like many mothers.

I hope that my child will become a talent, but I am also afraid that he will go down the wrong path.

"You don't have to worry, this is a printing house that I invested in..."

In the face of Mrs. Elma's question, Anthony spit out the words he had prepared, the story is coherent, he can't find any fault, it is very true, but he hides the truth that he is the owner of the printing house, and only says that he sees the potential of his printing house and invests in it.

And this 100,000 gold pounds is naturally a little income from dividends.

"You actually invested in that Lacist printing house!"

After listening to Anthony's explanation, Mrs. Irma couldn't believe her ears.

After all, she had heard the name of the printing house, but she didn't expect that Anthony would be one of the shareholders, which was the biggest surprise of the year!

"So, you're going to prepare for the knighthood?"

After half a ring, Lady Irma, who had gradually calmed down, understood the meaning of Anthony's words.

As a baroness, she was not stupid, and she understood the price it would take to obtain a knighthood from the king in the kingdom, so Anthony's thoughts were self-evident.

"Yes."

Anthony smiled and nodded, without any disguise, because this was one of the reasons why he offered to donate.

Although this may seem a bit despicable, it actually stops at disdain and does not harm anyone's interests.

They received donations, Anthony gained fame, the best of both worlds.

"Hmm... I see, I'll donate it for you. ”

Knowing Anthony's plan, Irma lamented that while her son grew up, she also had some more guesses and ideas in her heart.

Anthony seems to have said before...

He's going to chase Miss Audrey?

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"Phew, after this step of the plan, I should be able to obtain the baronial title."

Back in his room, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.

He spent nearly two months preparing to build the company and buying the factory, all for this one goal, and now, it is finally about to be completed.

If Baron Carlo knew about this, I'm afraid his serious expression would not be able to hold back.

Anthony laughed to himself, but soon calmed down again.

Although he has been busy making money recently, his own strength is the only benchmark for survival in the mysterious world, and he naturally has not forgotten this.

"The white paws of the Shibdo, the tentacles of the Mengde jellyfish..."

Adjusting his mentality, Anthony placed the same materials on the table, and then with a solemn expression, he took out an iron pot and added the excipients in the potion recipe in turn.

"Pure water, white light stone powder, silver light grass two plants..."

As the materials are put in one by one, the liquid in the iron pot begins to gradually change color, like a color palette.

Anthony didn't dare to be distracted, although he had already made a potion once, anything could happen.

Take out the prepared cutting board and kitchen knife, cut off the three-meter-long Mengde jellyfish tentacle to measure the length of one meter measured by the measuring tape, and throw it into the iron pot.

Why does this look so much like cooking?

Anthony thought a little embarrassed, but with the last extraordinary ingredient thrown in, the liquid in the iron pot had become transparent, just like the "scavenger" potion that had already been digested.

"Loser" potion, made successfully!

Taking a deep breath, Anthony did not hesitate, poured the "loser" potion into his mouth while it was hot, and as the sharp pain in his mind began to attack, he calmed down and began to meditate.

I wonder if this time, will I encounter any essentia again?