The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 15 0015. Party
Beomi drove the carriage all the way, and when she arrived at the gate of No. 162 Marigold Street, she found that several carriages had already parked here.

They are all four-wheeled carriages, and they all look luxurious.Of course, it was less interesting than the one he was driving. How could this be the carriage of an Earl who was related to the royal family?
After stopping the carriage, the Beomi walked out of the cockpit like a dog, opened the door for Alan Beckman who was sitting in the back, and bowed to let him get out of the car.

Marigold No. 162 is a three-story bungalow, located on the north side of Marigold Street, the environment is quite good.There are bungalows and residences in the vicinity, and there are one or two taverns and a few [red light districts] with red glass lampshades not far away.

This is a small salon open to the public, and it will also accept orders for small banquets or parties.

This method of transforming one's own property into a small salon has a long history in this world. It is said that it was first created by those little nobles with low income but who like to show off.

Because they are unable to maintain the maintenance and maintenance of entertainment-type real estate such as luxurious manors or small villas, some small nobles choose to [share] their own venues for other small nobles or big businessmen who have spare money to use for holding Salon or various parties.

Generally, if it is used once, at least a certain amount of economic compensation should be given to the host family, and the corresponding [rent] must be paid for various decorations and arrangements used in holding salons and parties, even tableware and servants.

Finally, according to tradition, the host must also invite the original owner to join the banquet.

That is to use your place to hold a banquet or salon initiated by me, and then I only pay for it, and you arrange everything else.

This kind of gameplay was originally for the little nobles to report to each other and then maintain [decent].Later, some nobles thought it was good and started to play like this.

The big nobles have more financial resources and play more extravagantly. As the landlord of the [reception party], they will even provide [banquet butler], [cook team] of various grades, and [sleeping maids] of various grades. , and even services such as courtesans and high-end call girls in various circles.

This kind of extravagant and extravagant ethos has risen more than once in various countries, and has derived various other ways of playing, so it can be regarded as a traditional culture.

Alan Beckman appeared as the [promoter] this time.

The owner of Marigold No. 162 is a declining aristocratic family that has lost its fiefdom. Apart from this property for [receiving guests], there is almost no family property left.

Therefore, the grade of this bungalow is average, and the welcome girls at the door are two middle-aged women who can barely be called "young women", about...less than 40 years old.Wearing cheap-looking make-up and low-cut dresses, he tries to look reserved.

The butler for the welcome and banquet was the owner of the property, who appeared to be in his forties and dressed in formal butler attire—that is, a tuxedo.

Seeing that Alan, the patron, had arrived, he hurried up to greet him, and led Alan to walk in as soon as he wanted.

Allen stopped for a while, and took a look at the effect of tonight's arrangement as a whole, and he was quite satisfied-after all, the money spent was enough for this level.

Then, after Beomi, who had parked the carriage, came over and stood still behind him, Allen walked inside shyly.

The living room on the first floor is very large, and you can still see some traces of the once wealthy family, but the white bear skin carpet on the floor—or the dog skin carpet that was dyed white is really stretching, because there are so many places, The color has faded, revealing the original gray color inside.

There is a large game area in the middle of the living room, with a billiard case and two chessboards.After passing through the passage in the middle, you come to the sofa area.

This set of sofas is very big, more than two sizes bigger than the set that Beomy took from the manor outside the city. Beomy thinks that the small sofa is bigger than the bed she sleeps on, and it is also made of leather.From this, it can be seen that the owner of this family is really quite wealthy - the average noble family cannot afford a leather sofa of this size.

Because the cleaning and maintenance of a leather sofa of this size is really troublesome... The key is labor.This set of two large and one small sofas requires at least three housemaids to work all day to clean and maintain it.

Clean the crevices, oil the leather, wax... It's a complicated beep.In the end, it was just for people to pretend to be for a night.

Of course, it was really expensive. In fact, this set of sofas alone raised the price of the entire venue by about one gold pound.

There were already two young people sitting on the sofa. They were chatting about something, and they all looked like second-generation ancestors—that is, they were similar to Allen, with oily hair and pink faces, but their feet were sloppy and they had dark circles under their eyes.

When the two young men saw Alan approaching, they stopped chatting, and raised the goblet on the table to signal Alan—although it looks crystal, it is actually glass. The owner of the house had a set Crystal cups, but because Alan didn't want to pay a usage fee of 3 soli for each, he replaced it with a set of glass cups. The asking price is relatively low - a set of 16 only costs less than one gold pound.

"Is that guy Donald still here?" Alan asked in a low voice just as he was taking the wine glass from the [Mr. Butler].

"Mr. Donald's servant came in the afternoon and said that because Mr. Donald was going to attend Earl Winston's dinner with his female companion, he would not come today." Mr. Butler whispered.

"Hmph, it's him! Going to Earl Winston's banquet? He must have gotten in because of his coquettish aunt..." Alan Beckman was sour at the time, it was Earl Winston, the Navy He also wanted to go to the major general with real power, but he was not qualified to be invited to a dinner party of that level, and his uncle, the deputy chief, could only go there to show his face.

"Well, quality, remember, you are the master today!" Beomi couldn't help reminding when she saw this guy started to think about it.

"Eric, Morty, long time no see, how are you doing?" Reminded by Beomie, Alan finally came out of envy and hatred, and greeted two old classmates with a glass of wine.

"It's still the same!" Eric, with pale blond hair and combed back, said indifferently.

"It's you, Alan, I heard that you were fired from the police force by your uncle?" Morty, who had a dark complexion and short hair, didn't seem to get along with Alan very much, and his mouth was thorny.

"Should I ask my uncle to intercede with Director Steve? Then transfer you back?"

"Who said I was dismissed? I was just transferred to the civil service department to gain some experience! After all, I am too young, and I am too young to leave so fast that it is easy to make people jealous! Especially those narrow-minded guys, they don't want you to be prosperous... "

Allen also responded with a gun and stick: "By the way, I heard you were dumped by Chris, right?"

"Hmph! I dumped her, that little bitch, she can't get on the stage at all!" Morty took a sip of the wine in his hand, and put the glass heavily on the small square table.

"I heard that Chris dumped you because of Darwin..." Allen continued to stab.

"What do you know!" Morty blushed, "If it wasn't for..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the guest housekeeper: "Sir, Captain Lanshere is here!"

"Haha, is Alex finally here?" Allen looked very excited.Turning to Mr. Butler, he said, "Alex likes music better. Where's the musician I asked you to invite?"

"Mr. Pierre has been resting on the second floor, do you want him to come down?"

"Come down, let him play a more high-spirited song, and welcome our future admiral, Captain Lanshere!"

"I'll arrange it right away. Do you want to start in the kitchen, sir?"

"Get ready to start!" Allen stood up excitedly, adjusted his uniform, and looked like a little fan who was about to meet his idol.

After a while, a tall and tall man walked in, opened his mouth and asked, "Whose carriage is that at the door?"

"Alex, long time no see!" Allen excitedly stepped forward and hugged the strong man.

"I heard Mrs. Gibran say that you are going to be a policeman. I didn't believe it at first." The strong Alex patted Allen on the shoulder: "That's right, you really feel much more energetic in this suit!"

These few were old classmates who had gone to a school, and after a few greetings, the atmosphere became very lively.

Especially the last Captain Alex Lanshere, who was still intentionally or unintentionally reconciling the conflict between Alan and that Morty, who was obviously at odds.Moreover, he always leads the topic, chatting enthusiastically with the three old classmates, but never ignoring anyone, even the prickly guy, Morty, was amused by his few jokes, which made everyone laugh. Beomy is a little impressed by this seemingly rough navy captain.

After chatting for a while, that Pierre also carried the violin down the stairs, and played a passionate movement, and several dudes applauded one after another.

Finally, Allen, who was chatting with Alex a little bit, remembered Beomy, and waved to Beomy for him to go over.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my little brother Beomi from the Nancheng branch office. He is following me now and is responsible for some chores!"

Alan, who was blushing while chatting with Alex and the three of them, introduced his younger brother to his three classmates.

"Good evening, three young and promising gentlemen! I am Beomie Corleone, Mr. Beckman's assistant and driver. Nice to meet you!" Beomie shook hands with the three young nobles politely.

"fortunate meeting"

"fortunate meeting"

"fortunate meeting"

"Yes, Alan! There will be an assistant so soon." Alex smiled from Alan Beckman: ""By the way, he just said that he is the driver..." The strong Alex suddenly felt blessed: " The carriage at the door is not yours, is it, Alan? "

(End of this chapter)