From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 351 New Home

Gillan's bulletproof car as foreign minister had not yet arrived, so he could only take the ordinary official car driven by Lanise.

Lanis was driving, and Gillan was sitting in the back seat. The car drove away from Morales Street and headed towards Hyacinth Street next door.

The reason is simple. Morales Street is the residence of dignitaries, and most of the streets are single-family apartments or villas, with no commercial stores.

Generally, people who live here have servants at home to take care of shopping and cooking, and they do not need commercial services such as restaurants and hotels.

This is another reason why Morales Street has a quiet environment and high land prices.

"Sir, do you have any dietary restrictions or food or drink preferences?"

Lanis looked straight ahead, held the steering wheel with one hand, and lightly supported the frame of her glasses with the knuckle of her index finger with the other hand, and asked.

Gillan turned his gaze away from the window and said jokingly:
"Isn't there any record in my file? Logically, such small details should be described clearly."

"Sir..."

Lanis's face changed slightly, and she was almost scared to tears by Gillan's question, and her palms were sweating.

Her reaction made Jilan chuckle twice and said:
"Sorry, I was just kidding you."

Hearing this, Lanis's breathing quickened, and her full chest trembled slightly.

The leader's joke was really a bit scary. Just now, Lanis almost thought that the other party was dissatisfied with her for investigating his files without authorization.

I really don't know if he did it on purpose or accidentally. But Lanis always felt that the former was more likely.

"I don't have any dietary restrictions. As for my preferences, well... I prefer grilled, deep-fried, and spicy foods."

Gillan said softly.

Lanis nodded, took note of his words carefully, and said:
"Copy that, sir."

Then, while driving, she racked her brains to think and recall which high-end restaurants on Hyacinth Street would be more to Minister Gillan's taste.

After a while.

Lanis selected three restaurants in her mind and was about to report to her superior when she heard the young man's voice from the back seat:

"Lenice, stop the car."

"Ah... yes, sir!"

Lanis turned the steering wheel to the left and pulled the car over to the side of the road. She pulled the handbrake, unbuckled her seat belt, turned around and looked at the back seat, but was stunned.

The blond young man was staring out the window with interest. He pointed and said with a smile:
"Why don't we just eat that."

"Ok?"

Lanice followed his gaze and was surprised to find a food cart stand less than three meters wide on the sidewalk.

The food stand was rather dingy, stained with some oil smoke and sauces that hadn't been washed off, and a sign on top read "Hank's Mama's Specialties" in colorful Bremen.

Many pedestrians stopped and gathered around, holding small paper boxes or paper cups in their hands. It seemed that the business was good.

"But, sir... you are the foreign minister now. Wouldn't it be bad to eat this kind of food? If someone sees us and reports it..."

Lanis was a little surprised and hesitant.

"Can't the Foreign Minister eat at a roadside stall?" Ji Lan smiled, opened the car door and got out, urging: "Let's go."

"Okay, sir."

Lanis quickly turned off the engine and got out of the car.

She took two quick steps forward and followed the blond young man to the snack stand.

Fortunately, although Gillan is very famous now, his appearance has not been exposed by the media, so only a handful of people can recognize him.

The passers-by around were just amazed at the outstanding appearance and temperament of the man and woman. They looked at them for a few more times but did not cause any commotion.

"Huh? There's sticky bark milk tea and snowflake cake here... Yeah, I want these two, plus a serving of grilled bacon and fried meatballs."

Gillan looked at the "Today's Menu" hanging next to the snack stand and turned to Lanise.

The latter nodded quickly, memorized the food the officer needed, and then walked forward to line up.

After a while, the capable female secretary came over with a lot of food.

"Sir, the seats here are full, where are we going to eat?"

"follow me."

Gillan took the food from her, turned around and walked to the side of the street, then sat down on the steps in front of Lanis' astonished gaze.

The blond young man even "thoughtfully" wiped the empty space next to him and patted his hand to signal:

"Come on, sit down."

"This..." Lanis opened her mouth, hesitant. The next second, meeting the young man's smiling eyes, she quickly said, "Yes! Sir!"

Then, he gritted his teeth and sat down next to the other person, but his body was tense and stiff, like a stubborn sculpture.

At this moment, Lanis felt that passers-by were looking at her with strange eyes, and she felt awkward. At the same time, she was very nervous because she was too close to the officer.

"Lenice, what did you order?"

Gillan took a bite of the grilled bacon, turned his head to look at his secretary, and smiled. As he chewed, the crispy meat made a popping sound in his mouth.

Lanis sat upright, legs clenched together, and spoke clearly, as if she was reporting on her work:

"Sir, one sausage burger, one splayed bun (a bread with coarse salt in the shape of a figure eight), two slices of liver cheese (a grilled dish with minced meat mixed with marinade), and a cup of black coffee."

"It cost seventeen pfennigs and five francs."

"Don't be so nervous, relax... I'm not some man-eating devil."

Jilan shook his head, took out a gold coin, stuffed it into the secretary's hand, and then explained in her puzzled eyes:
"This is for reimbursement. When you go out to eat with your boss, you can't let your subordinates pay for it."

"Okay...Okay, sir."

Lanis accepted the gold coins, but an inexplicable feeling arose in her heart.

She had served in the Office of the Secretary for six years and had never seen a leader like Minister Guillen.

He was very friendly, natural, and had no airs...except for the scary hint of majesty that he revealed occasionally, he was simply the perfect leader in her mind.

Thinking of this, Lanis's original nervousness dissipated a little, and she tried to take a bite of the sausage burger in her hand.

The grilled smoked sausage, paired with wheat-flavored bread slices, mixed with indescribable sauces and vegetables, the unique flavor of the street food that only belongs to roadside stalls, bursts in his mouth.

Lanis couldn't help but whispered:
"good to eat!"

"You're on your first day working for me, but you're eating at a roadside stall. Are you disappointed?"

Gillan teased, chewing a croquette.

Unexpectedly, Lanis shook her head seriously and said:

"Not disappointed, sir. I am also from a commoner background, and this kind of food is closer to my life."

"I see." Gillan nodded with a smile. "You are quite good to be a senior secretary in the Secretariat as a civilian in your twenties, Miss Lanis."

"Sir, you are joking."

Lanis lowered her head, which was rare, and blushed a little.

Minister Gillan Iros is six years younger than her, but he has already become a big shot at the center of power in the empire.

No matter how you look at it, she's not that "excellent".

But Lanis did not hear even a trace of malice in the blond young man's tone. Instead, she felt secretly delighted by the other party's praise.

In my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little closer to my new leader.

In order to hide her emotions, Lanis stopped talking and buried her head in her food. But she choked on the food and quickly took two gulps of black coffee, her cheeks flushed.

"Eat slowly, we're not in a hurry." Gilan said with a smile. "After you send me back, I'll trouble you with the work." "No problem, sir."

Lanice wiped the cream and coffee stains from the corners of her mouth, adjusted her glasses, and spoke solemnly.

"I will do my best to complete the task."

"Ah."

Ji Lan smiled and nodded.

...

...

In the afternoon.

Gillan stayed in the attic of the new house, brewing a new batch of "wick potion".

Although this alchemical medicine that assists in spiritual practice is no longer effective for him, it can be sold for money and also provided to members of the dream society "Hand of Dawn".

After a round of refining was completed, there were 25 amber potions the size of little fingers on the table in front of Jilan.

The mysterious raw material was exhausted, but there was no failure or loss, all thanks to Jilan's experience.

He put away the medicines, and then he heard some noise downstairs.

Jilan expanded his perception a little and knew the following situation. He couldn't help but sighed secretly:
'Lenice is indeed a qualified secretary.'

After he cleaned up the table, he turned and went downstairs.

In the living room.

Lanis was standing at the door with four women and a man, whispering something.

The middle-aged woman and the three young women lowered their heads and agreed repeatedly to show that they understood.

As for the only man, he had gray hair and was wearing a shiny gray-blue suit that was ironed neatly. He silently looked around, his expression serious, but his eyes revealed a little trepidation.

When Miss Lanis hired him, she did not mention the employer's information, which made Charles a little unsure.

Just looking at the owner's detached apartment located on Morales Street, he must be a high-ranking official and a special person.

While thinking about it, Charles heard several maids around him exclaiming, and then they all said respectfully in unison:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gillan Iros."

"Huh?!" Charles looked up suddenly when he heard the familiar name.

A tall and handsome figure was walking down the shiny wooden stairs. His blond hair and deep blue eyes stunned Charles.

"Master Ji...Master Jilan?!"

"Old Charles, long time no see."

Gillan strode over and smiled.

He opened his arms, and Charles hesitated for a moment, then walked over and gave the young man a hug.

"Long time no see, Master... I listened to your speech, it was really great! I never thought that you would become the Foreign Minister of the Empire!"

After Charles stood up, he looked a little surprised and excited. He didn't expect that his employer would be Master Gillan.

"Thank you." Gillan smiled. "Old Charles, we'll talk later."

"Okay, sir." Charles calmed down and said quickly.

Gilan nodded and walked over to the rest of the group.

Lanis immediately introduced the four maids she hired to him. The middle-aged woman was named Paula, who was the cook and was responsible for preparing three meals a day, afternoon tea and snacks for Gillan.

The other three young maids are named Isa, Bisca and Hilby. They are responsible for purchasing and housekeeping. The specific work matters will be allocated and arranged by the butler Charles.

The three maids were all around eighteen or nineteen years old, with pretty looks and good figures, and were carefully selected by Lanis.

In fact, if Gillan is interested, with just a little hint, these maids will voluntarily climb into his bed. This is not uncommon in the circle of the powerful.

Lanis also considered this very carefully when selecting maids...especially considering the energetic age of the commander.

Because it is difficult to guess the boss's preferences, the three young maids each have their own characteristics. Even the older cook is the type who still has charm.

As for whether to do it or not, the choice is in Gillan's hands.

All Lanis had to do was do what she was supposed to do.

The maids are actually well aware of these unspoken rules, and they usually don't reject them, and even have some expectations.

In particular, when they saw that their employer was such a young, handsome and important figure, they couldn't help but have some strange and even unrealistic fantasies in their hearts.

However, Gillan just smiled slightly, gave a few simple instructions, and asked Lanis to take the four maids to the third floor to choose a room to stay in. Then he asked them to take a car out to buy some daily necessities and the ingredients that would be used next.

"Yes, sir." Lanis responded respectfully.

The four maids also lifted their skirts and bowed to the blond young man, lowered their heads, and followed Lanis upstairs.

Keep quiet and behave yourself throughout.

Gillan nodded with satisfaction, then called Charles and sat on the sofa with him to chat.

When asked why Charles left the Jacob Viscount family and went out to find a new job, the old butler looked embarrassed and sighed:
"It's a long story..."

After the other party's explanation, Jilan finally understood that it was because of the miasma disaster that several older generations of Viscount Jacob's family died. The atmosphere in the family was very depressing and there were quarrels almost every day.

In addition, the business was affected by the miasma, most of them went bankrupt, the family suffered heavy losses, and the family was extremely short of funds, so many servants were dismissed one after another.

Charles was not originally a member of the Jacob family, and had always been looked down upon and excluded by the former butler and other stewards. In a fit of anger, he simply chose to resign and leave, and no longer suffer.

"Thank you for your hard work, old Charles."

Jilan sighed and poured him a cup of tea.

"You can stay here from now on. There are only four maids for you to take care of, so it will be relatively easy."

"You're welcome, Master... It's my honor to continue serving you."

Old Charles held the hot tea in his hand, his face full of gratitude.

"Don't worry, I will keep this place in good order from now on, and I will take care of all the trivial matters."

"Thank you for your help." Jilan smiled.

The two chatted for a while while the maids chose a room, changed into casual clothes suitable for traveling, and went downstairs.

Immediately, after saying hello to Gillan, Lanis drove them to Hyacinth Street to buy daily necessities and food.

The group had just left not long ago.

Someone rang the doorbell in the outer courtyard of Jilan's new home.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Old Charles stood up quickly and instantly got into character. After adjusting his suit and bow tie, he walked out with his head held high.

After a while, he returned quickly, lowered his head and said:

"Master, it's the neighbor from No. 10 Morales Street who came to visit and brought a gift."

After a pause, Old Charles added in a low voice:
"The wife of Propaganda Minister Staven Lotito, and their son and daughter."

"Hmm?" Jilan raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and gestured. "Please invite the guests in."

"Yes, Master."

Old Charles said respectfully.

(End of this chapter)