Chapter 118: Fast forward (Part 1)
The next morning, the guest finally arrived
The hereditary jazz even brought the butler to greet him in person. The carriage that came in was also belled. The door opened and the carriage drove in. Obviously, the carriage was decorated in elegantly, but it was not easy to see luxury. It can be seen that the owner did not want to show off his wealth.
"Sir Boros, it's a great honor to come!" The Jazz said enthusiastically, this enthusiasm was even a bit too much.
An old man came down from the carriage. The old man was grey and thin in his face. The old man was slowly walking down the special ladder on the carriage. The Jazz went to support him in person.
Fang Xin looked at the old man carefully with an extremely shocked look.
The old man did not have any power, whether it was magic or fighting spirit, but in Fang Xin's eyes, it was changed to the angle of merit. His purple energy was connected with the four directions, and thus condensed, indicating that he had a profound influence on society.
Fang Xin also read basic information about Boros Anshuwei. This jazz was the illegitimate son of a baron. He grew up in a small town. But now he is a famous scholar and has been granted the title of Forsso XV. Although he is only a lifelong noble and does not know other wealth, there are only two valuable industries in this city - one is a residence given by the earl and the other is a small manor outside the city.
It can be said that from the data alone, whether it is title or wealth, it is ordinary. He is only said to be a great philosopher, musician, and painter. However, only when he sees it in person can he feel the great power of this old man.
At first, Fang Xin thought this was a time traveler, but the power he realized undoubtedly told him that this was a real native.
"Article Coulson, I am deeply uneasy about your physical condition. He asked me to come and make sure you are still healthy. I feel much more relieved when you see your current situation." The Jazz said happily.
"Thanks to Archbishop Colson for his concern. I have done everything in this world, and there are not many regrets." Boros said slowly in a low voice: "But before death, I will still see the destined future."
The old man was still in good health. The group entered the house. At this time, the sun shone in the house. Fang Xin also stood respectfully. The old man's "power" was not as good as his in quality, but in this world, it was far more than Fang Xin's tens of millions of times.
After a while, the housekeeper pushed a small cart, and there was a set of silver tea sets on the cart. There were not many snacks, but they were very exquisite.
At this time, it was the time for morning tea, which was one of the most important components of the upper social circle. Strangely, although there was no so-called oriental in this world, tea was still produced, and the tea produced was still made into tea bricks.
Due to local production, of course, it is not as expensive as real European tea bricks, but they are still a fine product that can only be drunk in the upper class.
But when drinking it specifically, Fang Xin still thought it was a savage and rude approach. There was boiling boiling water on the cart. The housekeeper carefully cut off a small piece of tea, put it in the exquisite teapot, and poured the boiling water in.
There were also milk jugs and sugar jugs on the cart. The butler waited for a while and then put a certain proportion of milk and sugar into the teapot and stirred. The room was indeed full of fragrance, and then poured it in front of the two jazz. Then he saw the jazz sip a small sip with a smile. After tasting it, he was obviously very satisfied with the milk tea.
The Boros scholar also drank this way, and his expression was quite satisfactory. Only Fang Xin would cramp when he saw the eyelids. Strictly speaking, this method tasted quite good, and the taste of the tea and the milky taste were neutralized, but this had fundamentally lost the mood and meaning represented by Eastern tea drinking.
Thinking of this, Fang Xin suddenly thought that his island actually lacked cash crops, and the profitable industries in this era were first tobacco, sugar, coffee, tea, and spices. Although these did not get rich when they first sailed, they were still huge profits.
An island with quite fertile land can be planned and planted, Fang Xin thought silently.
After drinking the tea, the jazz said, "Sir Boros, please allow me to take you to visit my new residence. You are also a master of architecture and should be able to give me some advice."
The old man agreed, so he first looked around on the second floor. In order to welcome his arrival, the corridors and rooms were filled with works by various painters. Fang Xin basically didn't know this.
Two-thirds are landscape paintings, with paintings of fields, with green trees and moaning cows.
Some are painted with rain scenes, and the sky is hazy in the rain.
Some are garden photos, and the flowers and trees are painted are really realistic.
Of course, there are also figure paintings, including knights in armor, who fight each other, and every expression and fighting move is clearly visible.
The old man had read it, but he usually didn't speak or comment casually, but he was immediately recorded. With Sir Boros' current identity, every word he said can determine the evaluation and destiny of the painter later.
Finally, the old man stopped in front of a portrait. The style was mythical, the background was blue ocean and sky. A goddess, wearing a beautiful classical dress, stepped on the waves and stared at the earth.
The light in the room was neither dark nor bright, and the old man stared at the painting in a daze, and was silent for a moment.
"Jazz, your collection is very good!" the old man said in a very calm voice: "But let's go back to the lounge!"
"Yes, you should have more rest." The Jazz waved.
Fang Xin immediately understood that he should leave, so he bowed and retreated.
"Dear Master Boros, it's so lucky to meet you. We all know that you have insight into the secrets. So, is Hamblin real? Is it the descendant of our race?"
Only some people know that Boros has no power, cannot perform any magic, nor has the skill to fight with a sword, but he has a power similar to a prophet - to understand the essence of things.
It is precisely because of this kind of power that he can achieve outstanding achievements in any industry he chooses—the only weakness is that he can only see through it, and cannot gain strength in person.
Of course, this weakness is also necessary. If there is no such weakness, it is close to the power of God.
It is precisely because of this that the old man's words were valued by most people who knew the inside story. Sure enough, the old man replied: "He has the power of water and wind, which is very obvious, but there are some things that confused me a little and didn't see it clearly for a while."
"The power of water and wind? Is it the descendant of God Tabus, or the descendant of God Feinbi? What about his fate?" the jazz murmured to himself.
"I feel that he is a man favored by the god of destiny and values ​​both fame and wealth. If you can invest in him, you will gain considerable benefits."
This answer was obviously beyond the Jazz's expectations. Of course, he knew that if the old man in front of him said this, he would definitely achieve considerable achievements in the future.
"Oh, so that's it. Your Excellency, thank you very much for your advice. I understand, but this is just a trivial matter. I invite you to come, mainly for that matter!" The Jazz thought for a while, and had a certain plan in his mind, and he turned the topic to the main topic.
The old man smiled and said, "Just, I already know your questions."
He touched a badge on his chest, and suddenly, a flash of light flashed. Obviously, there was a confidential conversation below.
Fang Xin took back the induction below. Now he can also forcefully listen, but it is easy to be discovered. Then forget it, he patrolled outside the ladder and was loyal to his duties.
The waiting period was not long, and about twenty minutes passed.
Twenty minutes later, the old man got off and got on the carriage, and immediately his servant came to serve him. Fang Xin bowed respectfully with the most sincere smile and reached out to help the old man get on the car.
When the old man got into the car and left the car, he heard the jazz say, "Hambrin, come up."
"Yes, sir." Fang Xin connected to three steps on the porch.
After walking in, he found that the jazz was serious and smiling, and he said, "Sit down!"
Fang Xin said respectfully: "Just, as your captain, it is more appropriate for me to stand and speak."
"Oh, for an ordinary captain, this is indeed necessary, but for a relative, it is unnecessary."
"Relative?" Fang Xin showed a confused expression.
"Yes, I've investigated your grandfather, who was moved from Otterburg, but he was a member of the Fix family, a member of the mermaid family."
Seeing Fang Xin's expression, Jazz smiled and said, "So, according to seniority, we have a close relationship and a common great-grandfather, and you should call me uncle."
"Uncle?" Fang Xin showed a happy and somewhat suspicious expression, which was exactly the same as the jazz's wish. In fact, for the talented descendants of the Aquarium, no matter how far apart their bloodline, as long as they have basic loyalty, they will be absorbed into the family. However, the test may take longer, and it may be through the way of marrying a daughter. The old man's conclusion is actually a catalyst, which makes him pay more attention to it.
Chapter completed!