The second day.
Although Homa did not leave direct contact information, Wayne still had ways to find out some information about the other party.
The timber merchant Bartok was one of the people who had dealings with Houma.
"Mr. Homa?" Upon hearing this name, Bartok's face turned ugly.
After all, if that person's words hadn't been used to deliberately seduce him, which made him temporarily dizzy with greed, he wouldn't have suffered this unnecessary disaster in vain. If it hadn't been for this wealthy kid who appeared out of nowhere to take over...
After thinking about it, Bartok still did not hide the inside story he knew.
"That person...on the surface is a well-known material appraiser, but he is actually a white glove raised by the Holy See." Bartok's face was as serious as water. "The Holy See sometimes needs some materials that are not common in the outside world, like People with special channels like him will secretly spread the word and look for cooperation."
"Originally, I also took a fancy to the relationship behind him. I was lucky enough to think that I might have a chance to get a bigger order in the future, so I hastily bought the land to show him that we have the ability to supply stable supplies and Sincerity with all your heart." He shook his head, "Now it seems that that guy was just teasing me."
I'm afraid he's not playing tricks on you, he just wants to use your hand to test me.
Wayne said.
Last night, through "cooperation" with Xiaobai, Wayne had found out what he wanted to know.
Although the names of two people were written on the tombstone, there was only an ordinary woman sleeping inside the tomb, presumably her biological mother.
Facing this tomb, it might be too heavy to say that he had mixed feelings, but it did make Wayne feel inexplicably depressed and uncomfortable. However, he didn't say anything sincere, or tearfully express how much he missed him. He just silently paid homage to the original person as was the custom in his previous life, and sat quietly next to this lonely grave for a long, long time.
Not for ghosts and gods, only for human hearts.
His heart told him that he still wanted to visit the Holy See.
Perhaps, there are other answers about the [gods] in this world that can be found in the Holy See.
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"Why are you suddenly asking about this person?" Beside him, Bartok asked in confusion.
"I'm just curious." Wayne dealt with it casually, "Maybe I can ask him to handle some matters in the future."
The two of them walked into the meeting hall while talking.
The town office in the small town of Perdonis is very simple. The bricks made of mud are laid one after another in an aesthetically pleasing way, the surface is gray and uneven, the roof is messily covered with thatch, and the old and dilapidated furnishings inside also reflect the lack of money.
As soon as Wayne took his seat at the receptionist's signal, an embarrassing crunching sound came from under his butt, which made him very suspicious whether his weight would cause it to suddenly fall apart.
I heard that a valuable land deal had been reached in the town that had not had much contact with the outside world and needed to be registered. Everyone in the office cast curious glances at Wayne and his team.
Not long after, the person in charge came running quickly.
"Sorry, the mayor is on sick leave and cannot appear in person. But I have filed all the documents for you, and there are no problems with the procedures or procedures."
With the considerable tax commission, Deputy Mayor Sanchez showed a friendly smile.
Sanchez wasn't sure why the piece of land that had just been sold recently changed hands in such a short period of time, but it didn't matter. For this place where few outsiders buy property, it is a gratifying thing to have new wealth flowing in. Although this gentleman looks very young, the attendants are all tall and imposing, and they are probably big shots that they cannot afford to offend, so he does not dare to show any slightness.
Wayne just casually flipped through the materials he handed over and handed them to the butler Joel who was following behind him.
"Thank you. I'm here for the first time, and I will need your attention in the future. I wonder if there are any nobles here? I want to pay a visit." He asked rather reservedly.
For those who rule a place, control
The nobles control the people. This rule applies to the palace as well as to the countryside.
However, Wayne didn't really want to build a relationship, this was just an excuse to bring up the topic.
Under Wayne's subtle guidance, Sanchez introduced him enthusiastically without any doubts.
"Really? You are actually related to the Duke of the Royal Capital?" When he heard that the other party finally mentioned the separation of the Wenche family, he pretended to be surprised and sighed.
"Ha, it's just to put some money on one's face. I've never seen them have any contact with the king -" Sanchez seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and quickly changed the subject. "Ahem... But Mr. Baron Carl is a nice guy. If you want to visit, I can introduce him to you."
Wayne nodded and looked at Bartok who was accompanying him.
"Mr. Bartok, our transaction has been completed. If you have other arrangements, you can leave first."
Bartok glanced at Sanchez, whose face was full of solicitude, and hesitated slightly. "I heard that you still need manpower to rebuild it. It just so happens that some of the people I brought here are good carpenters. They may be able to help you solve the problem."
Wayne thought about it for a moment and realized that he was deliberately trying to flatter him.
But it doesn't hurt.
He smiled and said: "Then let my followers do the work for you. Cost is not an issue."
In the middle of the town's main road, which was spacious and useless, two horse-drawn carriages were moving slowly.
As the car turned a corner, a manor with a small area and seemingly neglected appearance appeared at the end of the road.
On the surrounding gate railings that were used as shields, lush plants caught Vern's eyes first. The branches stretched out wildly with new green leaves. It was quite a lush scene. ..
However, the lush green plants that grow wildly in front of a noble's house can often immediately reflect that the owner of the house is in a very difficult situation recently, and even the servants have no intention of taking care of it.
Even in the past memory of Wayne, this place was extremely unfamiliar and could no longer recognize its original appearance.
"Here we are, right here."
Wayne avoided Sanchez's hand to help him, took off the black dome hat on his head, held it in his hand, and got out of the carriage.
Standing at the gate, he looked at the mansion thoughtfully.
At that time, the original biological parents lost support within the family and were driven away from here by those who later controlled the right to speak. Later, his mother and father "died" of illness one after another, and he was taken back to the family by the adults and arranged to receive basic education together with the children at that time.
Although what he said was true, in reality he was just given a mouthful of food and raised like a servant.
It's just that it doesn't matter. In this world, some people have good backgrounds and some people have bad backgrounds. At that time, Wayne was just not very lucky at most, and he would not take this kind of thing to heart.
But the adults' contempt for his family has also been passed on to the children, and the children's malice is always straightforward and unreasonable.
