The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

At that time, his cheap father even specifically mentioned to him, saying that this Sean Jones is...

It is gold buried by identity.

That's right, that's what my father said at the time, and his tone was quite emotional, because it was rare to see such melancholy emotions on that lion-like man, so Mu En also remembered it relatively clearly.

Thinking of this, Mu En suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao En:

"Baron Sean, you met His Majesty just now because..."

"It's just something told by His Majesty."

The man with gray temples was holding his top hat, and suddenly his eyebrows became brighter:

"Your Majesty, I have just been personally appointed by His Majesty as the new consul of the Lower City."

"Consul..."

Hearing this, Mu En couldn't help being stunned.

Sean Jones?

a baron?

You must know that the previous Gu En, as a viscount, became the consul of the lower city, which was considered unbelievable by many people.

Although this position is not up and down, and there are a lot of troubles, but in the past, it is absolutely impossible for a baron to be able to...

Is it...

Mu En was stunned for a while, combined with the previous events, Mu En suddenly understood...

For those noble factions, His Majesty didn't just strike out with heavy punches this time, he also came with a set of combined punches, and they hit the seven inches directly.

No wonder those guys are in such a hurry.

"Congratulations, it seems His Majesty has finally found gold."

Mu En smiled and said:

"My lord father once praised you for your excellence. I think with your ability, you can really get the lower city of Bellerand out of chaos."

"No, I am able to have today only thanks to the support of the Duke."

Sean looked eagerly, "If it weren't for the Duke, I'm afraid I don't know where to waste my time, so..."

"Eh."

Mu En raised her hand to interrupt him,

"The premise of supporting you is that your ability is good enough. You don't need to underestimate yourself. My father is not at home now. If you have any words of thanks, let him come back and say it. Now you just need to do your own thing well. Well, there's no need to say anything else."

"This……"

Xiao En was stunned for a moment, the eagerness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he began to look at Mu En solemnly.

After a long time, he suddenly let out a long breath and sighed:

"I just said, how could the Duke's son be as miserable as the rumors say."

Saying that, Sean even gritted his teeth a bit:

"Those damn nobles with fat brains, they really spare no effort to discredit the Duke!"

"..."

The corners of Mu En's eyes twitched indistinctly. It was true that they were not really dark before.

"Actually, I didn't do anything."

Mu En continued to show a perfect smile, "I'm just doing what a duke's son should do."

"As expected of you."

Sean sighed:

"It's really in the same vein as the Duke..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a clear grunt.

The corners of Mu En's mouth froze immediately, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Baron Sean was also taken aback, looked at Mu En's stomach, suddenly smiled, put his hat back on:

"I can't gossip, but in order to celebrate my appointment, I made a reservation at a certain restaurant before, and I was worried that I couldn't find someone to accompany me. I wonder if Master Campbell can condescend to come?"

"How's the restaurant?"

"The evaluation is good. I heard that the chef is from the imperial palace. Not only that, there will be a famous beautiful violinist playing in that restaurant tonight."

Mu En's eyes lit up, but then she said with a straight face:

"Since the chef is from the palace, I have to try one or two."

"Haha, since that's the case, please..."

[WEB] 30. Sharp Knife

Lower Town, Jacob's Restaurant.

The night pearls exuding a faint light are dotted like stars. In the deliberately dark environment, the specially made smokeless candles flicker like elves that are gradually flickering in the middle of the night.

In the center of the restaurant, there is an extremely conspicuous small stage, but it is a pity that the lights are dim now, and in the slightly quiet atmosphere, there is classical music flowing from the phonograph in the corner.

Under the leadership of the waiter, Sean and Mu En came to the reserved seats. Sean put the top hat and coat on the specially prepared coat rack, glanced towards the center of the restaurant, and said happily:

"Looks like it's not too late."

"It's not too late."

Mu En said with a straight face:

"I'm just here to appreciate the culinary skills of the chefs who came out of the palace, so it's fine if I can't eat some of them?"

"Haha, that's natural."

After inquiring about Mu En's taste, Sean summoned the waiter just now, carefully selected the most famous signature dish of this restaurant on the menu, and seriously told the waiter that the chef must cook it himself.

Seemingly seeing something unusual in Sean's solemn eyes, the waiter seriously responded and left. Sean turned around with a sigh of relief, and asked with a smile:

"What does Master Campbell think of the shop?"

"Just call me Mu En."

Mu En stroked her chin, glanced at the restaurant, and said:

"not bad."

"good……"

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, to be honest, I haven't sat at the same table with someone of your status, Mr. Kan...Master Mu En, so I'm really a little nervous."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not too picky."

Mu En shook the appetizer red wine poured in advance by the waiter, and took a small sip with a smile.

"As expected of the Duke's son."

Seeing this, Sean sighed again.

"You are indeed fundamentally different from those nobles."

"..."

So how should I explain to you that as a time traveler, let alone drinking this kind of inferior wine, when I thought that the end of disillusionment was coming, I was even ready to be a beggar?

Mu En shook her head and changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, I never thought that Baron Sean would reserve a seat in advance at this kind of restaurant."

"Ok?"

"Although this is a bit impolite... But if you invite me to dinner, can your wallet really withstand it?"

Mu En glanced at the ill-fitting dress beside him with a half-smile.

Although the material of the dress is not low-grade, but this kind of dress is obviously second-hand, and it will be much cheaper in many tailor shops.

Some declining nobles often buy this kind of dress for appearance.

And this restaurant, although not as good as some of the top restaurants in Uptown, must be extremely expensive.

At least not something a declining baron can afford at will.

The position of consul will not make people rich overnight, not to mention that he has just been appointed now, and he hasn't even taken office yet.

"I didn't expect...it was still seen."

Being exposed by Mu En, Xiao En scratched his head a little narrowly, and said with a wry smile:

"Master Mu En is right. Tonight's meal directly cost all my savings."

"That is to say..."

"but."

Sean interrupted Mu En suddenly, and said seriously,

"Master Mu En, please don't worry, I didn't come here to curry favor with you. In fact, as I said before, I reserved the restaurant seat in advance. Before that, I didn't know that I would meet you."

"Oh, then why..." Mu En raised her eyebrows in doubt.

"This extra seat is reserved for my wife."

"wife?"

Mu En was stunned for a moment, and almost jumped up from her seat.

"In other words, I took your wife's..."

"No, no, no, don't worry, Master Mu En, you didn't occupy my wife's seat."

As he said that, the middle-aged man with gray temples turned his head and stared at the bouquet of roses on the table that was different from other tables, obviously a bouquet of roses specially placed here, revealing his deep thoughts and sorrow.

"After all, my wife will never be able to sit here."

"..."

Mu En's expression froze.

Wait, I'm even more uncomfortable when you say that.

What does it mean?

He spent all his savings to come here to mourn his deceased wife on this special day, but I still have the cheek to spend money?

"I think it's better to go first..."

"No, no, Master Mu En, please...please stay."

Baron Sean suddenly became agitated. He stood up suddenly and pressed Mu En back to his position, then withdrew his hand awkwardly, and said anxiously:

"You can sit here, I think, I think she will be very happy..."

"why?"

Mu En was dumbfounded.

It's an important day of mourning and you're here having dinner with a man.

Would your wife be really happy if Izumi knew about it?

Does she really not come to chat with me at night?

"Because...Because being able to become the consul of the lower city and being able to have dinner with the son of the duke I admire shows to her that I have worked hard for ten years, and finally, I finally see hope."

At this time, Xiao En clenched his fists hard, and his seemingly prematurely aging face suddenly showed complicated grief...and hatred.

"The hope of revenge for her!"

"……revenge."

Mu En's eyes widened in astonishment.

Wait, this kind of expansion, shouldn't it be...