At half past ten the next morning, Baron Brignier met Lumian on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

Lumian was dressed very simply, a linen shirt with a black waistcoat and brown trousers, cuffs pulled high above the elbows, and a brown wide-brimmed round hat on his head, which made him look casual and rude.

Baron Brinnel looked at it for a few seconds and didn't say anything, just admonished, "When you see the boss, try not to talk when you can." ”

"Okay." Lumian raised his hand and pressed the wide-brimmed round hat on top of his head.

Baron Brignel did not take Louis and the others with him this time, but led Lumien down to the first floor, and got into the four-seater carriage that had already stopped at the door, and in less than two quarters of an hour the carriage turned into the memorial parish and stopped in a fairly quiet street, where the terrain was higher than the surroundings, and the houses were all single-family houses, mainly white, beige, gray-blue, etc., with a lawn in the front, a garden in the back, and an iron fence with spikes on all sides.

Lumian glanced at the street sign and saw that it was called "Spring Street".

Baron Brinnel led Lumien to 11 Fountain Street, pulled the rope hanging next to the iron fence gate, and soon a valet with obvious Southern Continental blood came over and pulled open the iron gate.

"Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the study." The dark-brown manservant said a little arrogantly, and without giving Baron Brinnel and Luammy a chance to respond, he turned around and stepped onto the concrete road between the two green lawns where three carriages could run side by side.

Across the lawn, Luammy and Baron Brignier arrived at the grayish, three-story villa, the doors of which were already open, and a man dressed as a butler in a black suit and a dark bow tie was waiting.

Baron Brignier quickened his pace and said with a smile, "Good morning, Faustino."

Good morning, Briniere, Faustino, who is over fifty years old, responds with a smile.

This is Mr. Normartin's butler, Mr. Faustino.

Baron Briniel introduced Lumien, who greeted him like a normal person and did nothing out of the ordinary.

Faustino nodded and said nothing, leading the two through the hall that could be used as a dance floor with ornate crystal chandeliers, and entered a room full of bookshelves.

Ice cooler fanatic? Lumian retracted his gaze and followed him into the study.

Behind the desk, by the floor-to-ceiling window, stood a man nearly 1.8 meters tall, his hair was the most common black in Intis, his sideburns were slightly silver, his appearance was in his early forties, his facial features were deep, and his eyes were a little redder than normal brown.

Good morning, Mr. Martin. Baron Brienne's expression became rather respectful.

Wait for Lumien to greet himself too, Gardner. Martin smiled and sighed, "So young?

I can more and more understand what Roselle the Great said, heroes often behave differently from others when they are teenagers.

"Should I call you Lumi or Charles?"

"Charles," replied Lumian deferentially.

Gardner. Martin walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window to the middle of the study, and praised in a gentle manner, "In just one week, you have killed two Sequence 8 Extraordinaires and severely damaged a Sequence 9, I can't do such a thing at your age."

"How many sequences do you have?"

"Sequence 8," provocateur," Lumien replied calmly.

For his confession, Gardner. Martin was very satisfied, nodded and said, "What I just said is not perfect enough, and I can't finish what you did when I rank 8," Very well, we in Savoyard need good young people like you.

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, he instead asked, "Did you find anything special from the Hammer Aite?"

It seems that even if he does not know conservation, he is sure that human extraordinary, like extraordinary beings, will precipitate extraordinary properties or leave behind a certain part or material that can be used to make potions......

Lumian thought for a moment, did not hide it, took out the fist-sized ball from his trouser pocket, and found it.

Gardner. Martin showed an approving expression, "Very good, you sell it to me, it's useless for you to take him, what about 18,000 fairs?" ”

That's a lot more premium than the 15,000 Filkins in Mr. K's party...... Lumi didn't know what it looked like if it was extraordinary and didn't know the exact price: "Can it be worth 18,000 Fergin?"

Baron Brinnel, next to Lumian, apparently didn't understand what the strange-looking ball was, and the boss was willing to buy it for 18,000 Fergin.

Iron Hammer: "What is on Aite?" The material he used to liter? Or are the extraordinary like otherworldly beings? Baron Brinell had a lot of guesses in an instant, and he suddenly regretted that he had agreed to give all the items on Aite "Hammer" to Charles last night in order to maintain his dignity.

"Haha" Gardner. Martin chuckled heroically, "It's precious, but I've given you some premium, and you deserve it." He then turned his head sideways and said to the butler Foss: "Go and get 18,000 cash, don't pick the one with too big a denomination."

Lumian didn't mind selling the extraordinary traits of "Martial Artist" to Martin, he had planned to sell it at Mr. K's party, hoping to raise money to buy a magical item that could withstand the negative effects to make up for his lack of occult skills or camouflage.

After a few seconds of playing, Gardner. Martin said to Baron Brienel: Charles is young, but he has already done enough for us Savoyard and has great strength, and it is time for him to take on more important responsibilities.

"Hmm!" You're hard enough to manage the lending business and the other shops on Market Avenue, let Charles take care of the Breeze Ballroom for you, and keep some people for him so that he doesn't have to rely on himself alone.

Baron Brinnel's muscles moved slightly, and he forcibly endured his inner dissatisfaction and loss: "Mr. Ma"

The Breeze Ballroom is a hen that lays golden eggs.

He didn't want to let it out at all, and if it weren't for Mr. Martin's direct order, he would have chosen to give the other business of Market Avenue to Charles, and suggested that some thugs from "Giant", Simon, "Bloody Palm", and "Bloody Palm" Blake should be transferred to the other party.

Lumian sensed that Baron Brinnel was feeling emotional, and thought that there was a rift in his relationship with him, and that he could no longer trick him as naturally as before. In the future, there may be only friction and conflict.

Gardner. Martin said to Lumien, "You take good care of the Breeze Ballroom, and if you do a good job, I'll give you some heavier business."

Thank you, Mr. Martin, Lumien replied with his head lowered and pretended to be happy.

On the way back to the Honest Man's Market District, Baron Brinnel seemed to have returned to normal, and from time to time he chatted with Lumien about some Savoyard matters, politely and politely.

Entering the Breeze Ballroom, Louis and the others greeted them, and before they could speak, Baron Brinell had already taken a puff of his peach-colored pipe and said, "Luis, Sackota, from today onwards, you will be with you, and the Breeze Hall is now managed by him."

Luis, whose forehead was half bruised and half of which had subsided, and Sakota, whose hair was naturally slightly curled, were both shocked and dazed. They knew that Charles would be rewarded this time, but they didn't expect him to take over the Breeze Ballroom, and they also assigned himself and the others to him, he was the leader of Sava in the truest sense of the word.

Baron Brignel ignored the reaction of his subordinates and said to Lumien, "Leave me an office on the second floor to borrow money for business."

"Okay." Lumian wasn't there.

After a brief handover, Baron Brinell took two thugs to deal with some troubles in the lending business.

Lumian went up to the second floor, intending to ask about the operation of the Breeze Ballroom, but Louis leaned over to him and said in a suppressed voice, "Charles, no! Sir, the Red Boots are in your office, I don't know if she's looking for you or the Baron, do you want to meet her?"

"Red Boots" Franca? Lu Mi bowed slightly: "Where is my office?" Louis hurriedly led the new boss through the café and into the hallway on the second floor to a room at the bottom. Here he pointed to the dark red wooden door, and Lumian nodded, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright red boots, which were resting on a brown wooden desk, and along the boots were a pair of off-white breeches, and up to the cuffs and neckline were a white lady's village coat embroidered with a large number of flowers and branches, and a white tweed top with a black background.

They are topped by smooth necks, ruddy and thin lips, straight noses, brown eyebrows that fly into the sideburns on both sides, bright and smiling lake-colored eyes, and flax-colored hair that is simply tied into a high ponytail.

"Red Boots" Franca was sitting in the swivelling chair that had belonged to Baron Brinell, resting her feet on the edge of the table as if it were her domain.