After leaving Mr. Jin's villa, Byrne did not go back immediately but wandered around the city center of Fein City. The people around him looked in a hurry. There were always many things to do, and they seemed much busier than the people in Nasir.
He could fully feel the vitality of this city, but he was also vaguely aware of one thing: too rapid development was not entirely a good thing.
Moreover, the filthy garbage everywhere reminded him of the plague he had experienced in his childhood, and many horrific memories suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Sooner or later, the development plan of Fein City must be completely intervened by the city hall, otherwise there will definitely be big chaos."
Suddenly, while walking on the road, Byrne's eyes were attracted by a tailor shop.
The clothes on display in the tailoring shop were quite high-end, and the fine workmanship was obviously the kind that would be worn by the best people. He stared at them for a long time and couldn't turn his head.
Byrne lowered his head and took a look at the clothes he was wearing. Although they were nice and fancy clothes, the details were not exquisite enough. It was easy for others to recognize that the owner of the clothes was a person from a small place.
He still remembered Lucius saying that people depend on their clothes, and people with good appearance are more willing to listen to their words, so buying more decent clothes is a worthwhile investment.
Byrne then entered the tailor shop and soon saw a tall, thin old man with high cheekbones and a serious expression walking rigorously.
Wearing black clothes and wearing a single-sided spectacles, he looked at Byrne. After a moment, he shook his head firmly and seriously and said:
"Sir, with all due respect, your temperament does not match the clothes you are wearing. I can see that you are quite talented, but those clothes are absolutely rubbish."
Byrne was stunned by the other party's straightforwardness, and asked with a smile: "Then what do you think I should wear?"
"You are a noble or at least a knight, and now the upper class in Siart are wearing tuxedos from the Lorne Empire."
The old man's voice was serious, professional and unquestionable. He bowed and continued:
"This store will provide the most professional clothing recommendations and production on the East Coast and will never let you down."
"What you need is a navy blue tuxedo, the Lorne style, not the Qiyao style. All the clothes in our store are tailor-made. Please let me measure your body size.
Byrne became more and more interested, but he still cautiously asked the price before taking the measurements. He was shocked by the price of thirty silver coins on the spot, but in the end he gritted his teeth and decided to do it.
Just after he took the measurements, he suddenly heard a woman's voice outside the opened door.
"Mr. Holly, store manager, how are my brother's clothes going? He is going to attend Viscount Baislow's banquet recently, so he cannot lag behind others in terms of appearance."
The person who entered the tailoring shop was a young woman in gorgeous clothes. Her light blond curly hair hung down from her smooth forehead, and her eyes were as energetic as a girl's.
She saw Byrne who was putting on his coat and was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Hello, sir, I am Margaret, Margaret of the Hoffmann family."
Byrne also nodded to her calmly and politely, with a slight smile on his lips and said: "Good day, Ms. Margaret, I am Byrne from the Fisher family."
Byrne, Fisher family, Margaret secretly wrote down the name in her heart.
But she didn't have the courage to communicate more actively. Store manager Holly took a note of Byrne's body measurements and then said calmly:
"Ms. Margaret, please come back tomorrow. Baron Hoffman's clothes are not completely finished yet. You know, perfect workmanship always takes time to show."
"All right."
Margaret nodded indifferently, looked secretly at the young and handsome man, and remained silent for a long time. After Byrne left, she immediately asked the manager of the tailor shop, Holly.
"That young man, I have never seen him before. I know all the nobles and knight family members in Fein City. Manager Holly, do you know where he is from?"
Store manager Holly showed a rather playful smile, shrugged and said, "I don't know, ma'am."
Margaret was immediately a little discouraged. At the same time, she couldn't help fantasizing about the identity of the handsome young man, and somehow felt that he should be a great person.
Store manager Holly continued leisurely: "But he will come to our store again. Then I can help you ask many things you want to know."
After leaving the tailor shop, Byrne returned to the Nordival Bank, solemnly took out a black iron box and stored it in the bank's special safe. Every year he needed to pay a storage fee of five silver coins.
He guessed that the Meyer family might still have a way to find them. If strong men were sent to cause trouble again, the safety of the Fisher family would be very problematic.
But it would be much safer to store them in a bank in Fein City. This city even has a strong man of the third level of "monarch", that is, the east coast regional bishop of the Church of Storms, a member of the Meyer family. No matter what, there is no way to come and take it by force.
"It will be retrieved one day. Sooner or later, the Fisher family will find all the remaining components." Byrne murmured to himself and left the bank.
A few days later, Byrne came to the tailoring shop again for further cooperation in making a tuxedo.
Some time later, when he was about to leave, he got a letter. It was a baron who was close to the Romon family who heard about the Fisher family and invited him to attend a high-class banquet that was about to be held in Fein City.
Byrne was pleasantly surprised. After the clothes were ready, he could attend the banquet.
The participants of this banquet were all high-society members of Fein City. The host was the lord of Fein City, Viscount Baislow, and the two most important guests were the Governor of the East China Sea, Earl Hoven, and the regional bishop of the Church of Storms. .
When the elegant, young and handsome Byrne entered the venue, he was quickly noticed by many female guests.
His facial features are extremely delicate, looking full of sunshine, and there is a bit of melancholy in the depths of his eyes, especially his lips when he smiles are extremely charming.
Byrne had no chance to talk to the two focal points, Earl Hoven and Bishop Storm, and could only silently note their appearance.
Count Huo Wen is very similar to his nephew Baron Huo Wen. He is tall and thin, and extremely talkative. However, there are obvious signs of age on his smiling face and his temples are gray.
The Storm Bishop was a "weirdo" wearing a blue-purple robe and smelling of alcohol.
His cold face twitched from time to time, and he never greeted people actively. Even when he talked to people, he was a little messy. Byrne, who had heard of his name for a long time, was shocked. He said that this guy was a drunkard who was about to be thrown out of the tavern. believe.
Soon he learned the whole story. It turned out that Bishop Storm gradually became what he is now because he had used a "forbidden level" mysterious item in his early years and had to pay the "price" by drinking heavily all day long.
At the banquet, Byrne once again saw the light-blond long-haired Margaret he met that day. While other girls were still watching, she had already stepped forward politely.
Margaret raised her head and said with a smile: "Mr. Byrne, long time no see. I am Baron Hoffmann's sister. Do you still remember the last chance encounter?"
Byrne was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Ms. Margaret, it's my honor to see you again. What a perfect coincidence. The person who invited me is Baron Hoffmann."
Margaret pretended not to know the whole story and looked surprised.
"Really? It's actually like this! What a coincidence!"
Byrne smiled gently, vaguely remembering that he had "encountered" other girls in the town several times, and they all seemed to have the same look.
Well, he always felt that something was not quite right.
