Since Dilcha was not the surname of a Loen noble, most of the young people chatting did not realize who it was.
Everyone looked at each other with a slightly confused expression.
Only Viscount Gralint, who was in the rear, brightened his eyes: "Yes! Miss Xio is also over there. She might know something about such extraordinary things in the East End."
His speaking speed was much faster than before, and he sounded a little excited.
Hearing the name 'Xugh', the red-haired noble next to him clapped his hands: "Oh! Is he a friend of Miss Fors?"
Others suddenly realized.
This well-known writer is still famous in their small circle, but it is not because of Forse's "Storm Hill", but because of her close contacts with Gray Lint.
Most people feel that they are interested in developing a relationship.
They didn't quite remember Xio's name, but they were very impressed by their friend who said Miss Fors was short.
And Yager also remembered who she was.
Hugh? This name looks so familiar.
Isn't this a friendly sponsor of his rent?
The figures of two girls kneeling one after another appeared in his mind.
When he robbed...borrowed money before, he never asked their names. After all, he didn't think there would be much intersection.
'Hugh' was the second girl's friend's name mentioned when she rushed to the street.
And she herself might be what the nobles call 'Forsi'.
Thinking of the two girls, Yager suddenly recalled what he had promised to compensate them in the alley. At that time, Forsi seemed to have said that they were also short of money.
Now that there is still a lot of remuneration left in Klein's account, he does have the conditions to make up for it.
But there is still a problem.
The black-haired young man fell into deep torture of his own conscience.
Hmm...does his moral bottom line really need to be so high?
"...."
On the other side, the aristocratic young men had finished joking about Gray Lint's relationship and returned to the East District case that everyone was interested in.
"Didn't we rescue a lot of ladies from the house yesterday? I think there were dozens of them?" After finally escaping the questioning, Gray Linte quickly turned to Yager and asked, "Didn't any of them find your office?"
His question freed Yager from his tangle.
"No."
"Most of those kidnapped are young girls, and their families are poor. It is difficult to afford legal fees, otherwise no one would have caught the gang for so long."
"It is said that the leader of that gang had similar rumors a long time ago." Yager shook his head.
This morning, several newspapers mentioned this incident, and there is a strong trend of holding the police accountable.
However, there is also a feeling of confrontation between the old and new aristocrats. After all, this kind of control department controls a large amount of income in the hands of the established aristocrats and the royal family. If such a big mistake is made, someone will definitely take advantage of it.
As soon as Yager finished speaking, several people began to sigh together with Gray Lint.
"Many departments are just unwilling to handle the case seriously and don't know where the gold pounds have gone."
"Several of my friends said that there are more and more families sleeping on the streets there."
"Yes, there are still demonstrations at the factory." Graylingt added, "The streets are getting more and more chaotic, and the police detectives don't come out to maintain law and order. I really don't know what will happen after the Corn Bill comes out."
Compared to a certain hypocritical senior they got into the eyes of money, these young nobles seem to be much more sincere, because most of them do have common people friends.
But at the mention of the Corn Bills, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
The "Corn Act" stipulates that the introduction of imported grains produced in Intis or the Southern Continent will be stopped until the price of grains rises to a certain extent, and this has caused many disputes.
For example, although it keeps farmers from being unable to afford food, it does so at the expense of workers in urban areas who starve.
Therefore, although the people in this small circle can be regarded as emerging aristocrats and are even pro-people, there are still different opinions on this bill.
Yager is not very optimistic about the implementation of this bill.
If nothing else, even King George III personally ended up cooperating with the cult. It is difficult for the Kingdom of Loen to avoid problems with its account books. I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand the decline in factory income caused by the bill.
After all, steam-related things are the most profitable right now.
Tsk.
Yager frowned dissatisfied.
Is it his illusion? Why does he always feel that the situation in Backlund is getting worse and worse?
"Let's not talk about this. Let's take a look at these cults." After a brief silence, Viscount Graylint took the lead in trying to re-energize the atmosphere.
"Yes, yes, I also heard from my father that they really don't feel like ordinary people, they are all crazy." The red-haired young man standing next to him quickly answered.
The conversation became lively again.
After chattering for a while, the topic returned to Yager: "By the way, Mr. Drester, your friend has been to the East End, has he heard such rumors there?"
"What rumors?" Yager, who was still thinking about the bill, was stunned for a moment.
"It's like lightning striking in mid-air, sea water flowing backwards, and so on. I heard there are a lot of strange things happening over there."
Is this talking about extraordinary people?
He hesitated for half a second and chose the most unmistakable answer: "Well, for example, Miss Xio is very capable. I once saw her and she made the whole bar obey."
Gray Linte suddenly raised his head and looked at him carefully.
"Haha, it's not like that." The nobleman who asked the question laughed, "But Miss Xio has such a charming personality, which is really admirable."
Thinking of Xio's height, everyone who had seen her nodded in agreement.
"What a coincidence, you actually know each other?" Gray Lint interjected.
"I'm lucky enough to have met Miss Xio once, but I don't really know her." Yager nodded and didn't hide anything.
I just don't know if he means he is lucky, or if Miss Xio is lucky enough to be donated proactively.
The Viscount's eyes gradually glowed with enthusiasm when he looked at him, and he uncharacteristically imitated Miss Sharman and began to take the initiative.
.......
At twelve o'clock at noon, when the atmosphere of the banquet was heating up, the nobles were still clinking glasses and chatting happily, and from time to time they exchanged a few words with the Viscount of Manchester and the lawyer Emond who was wandering around the place.
This old lawyer is diligently recruiting clients for his performance.
At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.
The visitor was dressed in butler's clothing, followed by two or three beautiful maids. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the Viscount of Manchester.
The chatter in the room became much quieter for a while.
Countless pairs of eyes secretly cast their attention there.
"Dear Viscount, on behalf of His Excellency Earl Hall and Mr. Hibbert, I would like to express my sincere apologies to you."
"Due to Miss Audrey's unwellness early in the morning, Mr. Hibbert had to abandon today's trip and return home to take care of her."
Before the butler finished speaking, a pin drop could almost be heard in the huge banquet hall.
Even Glerint, who had been talking to Yager for the past few minutes, stopped, opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and unconsciously turned his head to look over there.
The whole room's eyes were focused on Viscount Manchester.
The Viscount's face had turned the color of pig liver, and the false smile on his face had completely disappeared.
"These are a small gift that His Excellency, Earl Hall, wishes to give you. I hope you can forgive Mr. Hibbert for his forced choice."
Several maids walked out from behind the butler and picked up the gift boxes they originally carried.
Viscount Manchester clenched his hands behind his back so hard that veins popped out in his arms under his suit!
It almost makes people suspect that he wants to beat the person.
But after a few seconds of dead silence, he still raised the corner of his mouth unnaturally, the muscles on his face tensed, and said reluctantly: "Haha, that's for sure."
"Of course Miss Audrey's condition is more important. I wish her a speedy recovery."
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the Viscount's teeth.
This chapter has been completed!