At 10:30 the next morning, Baron Brignel met Lumian on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.
Lumian was dressed very simply today, a linen shirt with a black vest and brown trousers. The cuffs were rolled up high above the elbow joint, and he wore a brown wide-brimmed round hat on his head, which made him look like Both casual and rude.
Baron Brignel looked at him for a few seconds and didn't say anything more. He just warned, "After meeting the boss, try not to talk when you can."
"Okay." Lumian raised his hand and pressed the wide-brimmed round hat on his head.
Baron Brignel did not take Louis and others with him this time. He led Lumian down to the first floor and boarded the four-seater carriage that had been parked at the door. In less than two-quarters of an hour, the carriage turned into the memorial hall area and stopped at A quite quiet street. The terrain here is higher than the surrounding area. The houses are all single-family villas, mainly in white, beige and gray blue. There is a lawn in the front and a garden in the back. It is surrounded by iron fences with spikes. .
Lumian glanced at the street sign and discovered that this place was called "Spring Street."
Baron Brignel brought Lumian to No. 11 Spring Street, and pulled the rope hanging by the iron gate. Not long after, a male servant with obvious Southern Continent origin came over and opened the iron gate.
"Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the study." The dark-brown manservant said a little arrogantly. Without giving Baron Brinell and Luanmi a chance to respond, he turned around and stepped into two green areas. There is a concrete road between the lawns that can accommodate three carriages.
Across the lawn, Luanne and Baron Brignel arrived at the gray-white three-story villa. The door of the villa was already open, and a man dressed as a butler, wearing a black formal suit and a dark bow tie, was waiting there.
Baron Brignelle quickened his pace and said with a smile, "Good morning, Faustino.
Good morning, Brignière, Faustino, who is over fifty, responded with a smile.
This is Mr. Neumartin's butler, Mr. Faustino.
"Baron Brignel introduced Lumian, and Lumian said hello like a normal person and didn't do anything extraordinary.
Faustino nodded without saying anything, and led the two of them through a hall hung with gorgeous crystal chandeliers that could be used as a dance floor, and entered a room filled with bookshelves. Along the way, Lumian Kazuma was observing the environment. I found that in addition to various oil paintings, there were one-handed swords, two-handed giant swords, hammers, long spears, short bows and other weapons hanging on the walls. The half-height wooden platform that was supposed to hold vases and sculptures was covered with silver-white full-body armor and stirrups. , breastplates and other items were occupied.
A fan of coolers? Lumian looked away and followed him into the study.
Behind the desk, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, was a man nearly 1.8 meters tall. His hair was the most common black color in Intis, with a few silver strands on his temples. He appeared to be in his early forties, with deep-set features and larger-than-normal eyes. The brown color is more reddish. This man has fleshy cheeks but clear outlines. There are no obvious angry wrinkles on them. His temperament is relatively friendly, like the kind of businessman who smiles before he speaks. At this time, He was wearing a black suit with white lining and no tie or tie.
Good morning, Mr. Martin. Baron Brigne's expression became quite respectful.
After Lumian also greeted him, Gardner Martin smiled and sighed: "So young?
I understand more and more what Emperor Roselle said. Heroes often behave differently from others in their youth.
"Should I call you Lumi or Ciel?"
"Ciel," Lumian replied seemingly submissively.
As Gardner Martin walked back from the floor-to-ceiling window to the middle of the study, he praised warmly, "In just one week, you killed two Sequence 8 Beyonders and severely damaged a Sequence 9. I am here with you." I can't do this at my age.
"How many sequences do you have?"
"Sequence 8, "Provocateur," Lumian answered calmly.
Gardner Martin was very satisfied with his confession. He nodded and said, "What I just said is not perfect enough. I couldn't do what you did when I was in Level 8." "Very good, we are Savoy." The party needs outstanding young people like you.
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, he turned to ask: Did you find anything special from Iron Hammer Aite?
Does this person know the "Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics"? It seems that even if he does not know the conservation, he is sure that human Extraordinary people, like extraordinary creatures, will precipitate Extraordinary Characteristics after death or leave behind a certain part or something that can be used to prepare potions. Material……
Lumian thought for a while, without hiding anything, he took out the fist-sized ball that looked like morning clouds or sunset from his trouser pocket, and found this."
Gardner Martin showed an approving expression, "Very good, you can sell it to me. It's useless for you to hold it. How about 18,000 fils?"
The price is quite a bit higher than the 15,000 Firkin at Mr. K’s party... Lumi pretended that he didn’t know this was an extraordinary feature and didn’t know the specific price: “Can it be worth 18,000 Firgin?
Baron Brignel next to Lumian obviously didn't quite understand what the strange-looking ball was, so the boss was willing to buy it for 18,000 Firkin.
"Iron Hammer" What's on Ait's body? The material he used to ascend? Or are extraordinary people the same as extraordinary creatures? Baron Brignel had many guesses in an instant, and he suddenly regretted that he agreed to " Give all the items on "Iron Hammer" Aite to Ciel.
"Haha." Gardner Martin laughed boldly, "It is indeed very precious, but I gave you some premium, and you should be rewarded." He then turned his head and said to Butler Fosse. : “Go and get 18,000 in cash, don’t pick one with too large a denomination.
Lumian didn't mind selling the "Fighter" extraordinary characteristics to Martin. He originally planned to sell it at Mr. K's party. He hoped to raise money to buy a magical item that could withstand negative effects to make up for his own mystery. The defect is that the learning methods are insufficient or the disguise is not strong enough.
Taking the "Fighter's Extraordinary Characteristics" handed over by Charles, after playing with it for a few seconds, Gardner Martin said to Baron Brignel: "Although Charles is young, he has already made enough contributions to our Savoyard Party. And has very outstanding strength, it is time for him to take on more important responsibilities.
"Yeah!" It's hard enough for you to manage the loan business and the other stores on Market Avenue. Let Charles help you take care of the Breeze Ballroom. Leave some people for him so that he no longer relies on himself.
Baron Brignel moved his muscles slightly, suppressing the dissatisfaction and disappointment in his heart and said: "Mr. Ma"
Breeze Dance Hall is a hen that can lay golden eggs.
He didn't want to get out at all. If Mr. Martin hadn't given the order directly, he would have chosen to leave the business on Market Avenue to Charles, and suggested that he transfer some thugs from "Giant", Simon, "Bloody Palm" and Black. other side.
Lumian sensed some emotions in Baron Brignel and believed that his relationship with him had already cracked and that he could no longer trick him as naturally as before. There may still be friction and conflict in the future.
Gardner Martin said to Lumian again: "Manage the Breeze Ballroom well. If you do well, I will give you some more important business."
Thank you, Mr. Martin, Lumian lowered his head and responded cheerfully.
On the way back to the Candide Market area, Baron Brignier seemed to have returned to normal. He chatted with Lumian about the Savoy Party from time to time, and he was polite and gentle.
Entering the Breeze Ballroom, Louis and others came to greet them. Before they could speak, Baron Brignel took a puff of his mahogany-colored pipe and said: "Louis, Sakota, from today on, you will follow Xia, Breeze." The hall is now managed by him.
Louis, whose forehead bruises have mostly faded, and Sakota, whose hair is naturally slightly curly and brown, both showed expressions of shock and confusion. They knew that Charles would be rewarded this time, but they never thought that he would be able to take over the Breeze Ballroom, and they also assigned themselves and others to him. He was the true leader of Savoy.
Baron Brignel ignored the reactions of his men and smiled and said to Lumian, leave me an office on the second floor for the loan business.
"Okay." Lumian was not there.
After a brief handover, Baron Brignel took two thugs to deal with some troubles in the loan business.
Lumian went up to the second floor and planned to ask about the specific operating conditions of the Breeze Ballroom. Louis came to his side and said in a lowered voice: "Charle, no! Boss, Red Boots is in your office. I didn't know she was here." Is she looking for you or the Baron, do you want to go see her?"
"Red Boots" Franca Lumigen nodded lightly: "Where is my office?" Louis quickly led the new boss through the cafe, entered the corridor on the second floor, and came to a room at the bottom. "It's right here. He pointed at the dark red wooden door. Lumian nodded, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of bright red boots, which were placed on a brown wooden desk. Following the boots was a pair of off-white breeches, and then the cuffs and collar were embroidered with a large number of flowers. Zhiman's white women's village dress and a black and white plaid tweed top.
Above them are smooth and trim necks, rosy and thin lips, a straight and delicate nose, brown eyebrows flying into the temples on both sides, bright and smiling lake-colored eyes, and a simple high ponytail. Fairly flaxen hair.
"Red Boots" Franka was sitting on the swivel chair that originally belonged to Baron Brignel, resting her feet on the edge of the table as if this was her territory.
