Golden Rose Restaurant is located on the Outer Ring Street in the upper city, separated from the old city by only a canal. From the outside, it is no different from the various ancient buildings in the old city, but the interior decoration style incorporates Serenpe

All kinds of popular elements make it appear modern and elegant.

Most of the private rooms in the restaurant are on the side facing the river, and guests can see the view of the canal from the window.

Shireen sat stiffly in the private room, feeling out of place with the exquisite environment around her. Although this restaurant was less than ten minutes away from the company, she had never been there before.

Her weekly salary at Avon Insurance Company is not high. Including performance bonuses, it is only a little more than 10 centimeters, or even less than 1 lac. After deducting various necessary living expenses, the weekly balance is only about 5 centimeters.

A large part of this money has to be saved for citizen taxes.

A lunch for Jin Qiangwei costs at least three cents including service charges, which is far beyond her financial ability.

Although her income is slightly higher than that of the lowest workers in Fire Seal City, there is still a big gap between her and the middle class. Shirin is very self-aware in this regard, so she has never expected to live a wealthy life like the middle class.

Thinking of this, she looked at the other woman in the private room, Emma Page, who was leaning against the window, leisurely admiring the scenery outside. Her financial situation was slightly better than Shireen, but it was also very limited. In other words

, both of them are not people who can sit in the private room facing the river on the third floor of Golden Rose Restaurant to enjoy lunch.

Calanzo Devon, who has not yet arrived, is the only reason why they can appear here. In Shireen's impression, he is an angular middle-aged man, about thirty-five years old. His hair and beard are shaved very short, and his figure is

Not tall but with a strong build, he looks like a retired soldier.

Shireen met him once at the company's annual party, but did not speak to him. The senior evaluator is a core employee of the company, and his position is three levels higher than that of her direct boss Clarks, so it is impossible to talk to Shireen.

What's the intersection?

Why would someone like him invite them to a place like this for lunch? Is it necessary to spend so much money if it's just to talk about her citizenship tax?

Shirin really didn't have a clue about these questions. But she had begun to regret agreeing too quickly just now, and now she just hoped that she didn't get into another trouble.

"Hey, are you always like this?" Emma said suddenly.

"What?" Shirin was stunned by her question.

"Sitting in such a comfortable environment, but as stiff as a sculpture. If you were moved to the fountain in the central square, travelers passing by might even throw coins at you for good luck."

"Haha, very funny." Shireen said dryly, "Well, I am indeed a little nervous...because I am not sure whether I should come or not."

"It's just lunch, why are you so nervous?"

Shirin blinked her eyes, looking like she was hesitant to speak.

Emma raised her eyebrows, "Aha, I see! You are worried about Mr. Devon's motives. There is no need at all. I can assure you that he is not interested in you."

Shireen looked at her without saying a word, waiting for further explanation.

The female receptionist strolled back to the table and picked up a raspberry from the fruit plate. "Calanzo Devin is married and happily married. I don't know if you have heard of a young and handsome man a few years ago.

The beautiful female receptionist tried to seduce him, but not only did the girl fail, she was fired. If I were looking for the least defensive lunch companion in Avon Insurance Company, Mr. Devin would be the best choice."

Shireen frowned, "But how can you be sure that he really doesn't..."

"His wife was my classmate when I was studying at the Institute of Truth," Emma replied with a smile. "You may find it a little unbelievable, but Devin is a very traditional Serempel man. For him, being loyal to his wife is more important than anything else.

All are important.”

"real?"

"Of course it's true. And have you ever thought about it, he obviously just wants to talk to you, why did he invite me to come with him? It's just to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

I hope so, Shireen thought. Her life was already a mess, and it would be best if it didn't get more complicated.

They waited for a while, until Emma Page became a little impatient, and Calanzo Devin finally appeared.

His image was not much different from Shireen's memory, except that his dress was not as formal as it was then. "Sorry, ladies, I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He took off his hat and bowed.

"Maybe senior evaluators have flexible working arrangements, but receptionists and auditors do not." Emma Page complained unceremoniously, "Because of your lateness, there are only twenty minutes left for this lunch."

"Then we'd better get to the point quickly." He diligently pulled out a chair for Emma Page, then walked to the door and said something to the waiter outside.

Shireen looked at him nervously, not knowing what role she should play. Mr. Devin and Miss Peggy were obviously very familiar, but to Shireen, he was a complete stranger. According to etiquette, she should take the initiative to stand up

She bowed and saluted. But she just sat stiffly on the chair, completely forgetting her duty.

Fortunately, he didn't mind. Devin quickly returned to the room, and then showed a friendly smile to Shireen. "Nice to meet you, Miss Marron. We have met at the annual party, but unfortunately it is not too formal."

She was startled, then realized she had forgotten to salute. "Mr. Devon, I don't know... I mean..."

Devin glanced at Emma in confusion, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Just spare her, Calanzo," Emma sneered. "She didn't blush as much as she did all day yesterday. Although admiring her embarrassment is a good pastime, we have too much time after all.

limited."

"Yes, time is limited." Devin nodded, "I took it upon myself to order a working lunch here for you two. Although it is just a simple meal, it is the only thing that can be served in a short time."

The word "short time" is obviously an understatement. Half a minute after saying these words, three dinner plates were sent to the private room. When the waiter opened the cover of the dinner plates, Shirin realized that "Jane

The word "meal" is also an understatement.

Freshly baked peppercorn bread was served with beef bisque and brandy-boiled oysters. The main course was roasted chicken sprinkled with dill, thyme and lemon juice. There was also a glass of chilled sparkling wine on everyone's plate.

Shirin subconsciously estimated the price in her mind. She suspected that such a meal would cost more than three cents, and she immediately lost the courage to pick up the knife and fork. She really didn’t expect that when expensive and exquisite food was placed in front of her, she didn’t know what to do.

good.

She looked at the other two people and found that they had no such concerns. Emma began to cut the chicken without ceremony, and Devin also took an oyster with a fork and put it into his mouth. Shireen realized how hungry she was, so she also cut it into pieces.

Next I took a piece of bread and tried the beef soup.

They finished their lunch in silence, without wasting anything. Shireen was surprised to find that she had such a good appetite and actually ate all the food on the plate in front of strangers.

"Then, the lunch problem is settled." Devin wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Let's get down to business."

Emma yawned, "Do you need me to avoid it?"

"No, it's not a secret." He shrugged, and then looked at Shireen, "Miss Marlen, if I remember correctly, your hometown is located on the eastern border of Serempel, near Woflin."

Shireen nodded. "Yes. Why do you ask this?"

"How do you speak Wolverin?"

"Almost as good as Seren. My stepmother is from Woflin, and she attaches great importance to the language education of her children."

"Very good, it seems that I have found the right person." Dewen nodded with satisfaction, "We need a translator who can speak Woflin, and it is best to understand the company's various businesses. At present, it seems that you are the best

The perfect choice."

Shireen looked at him confused, "Are you sure, sir?"

"Pretty sure, unless you're exaggerating on your level of Warflin. Is that so?"

She blushed immediately. "Of course not, sir, you can find a book in Wolverine to test me."

Devin scratched his chin, "I personally tend to believe you, but other senior evaluators may ask you to prove yourself. In any case, once we determine that your Woflin meets the requirements, this task will be yours.

."

"Task?"

"Yes," he raised the cup and took a sip of the wine, "you should know about the 'Wizard of Fire Seal City', right? After all, it was only half a year ago."

"Of course, sir. We almost died from exhaustion in the office during those weeks." Shireen replied. This is not an exaggeration.

"Fortunately not, otherwise it would be a real loss to the world." He said with a smile, "Then, the wizard we just talked about received a commendation from His Majesty the King for his merits in saving the kingdom from the threat of the dragon. Now he

He became the seventh sage to protect the country, and his jurisdiction...is Fire Seal City."

Ha, this is really ironic. The mess caused by the wizard himself ended up in his own hands. "But what does this matter have to do with me?"

"The Sage will take office next week. Our Duke hopes that he can take over the work related to disaster insurance. In other words, he will become the official supervisor of Avon Insurance Company. Do you know what the official supervisor is?

"

"Sounds like trouble," Shireen replied.

"Yes, it's a big trouble. And what's even more troublesome is that our Lord Protector of the Country is actually a Wolverine... His spoken Seren language is pretty good, but his reading and writing skills are not enough.

Used it. It is said that he also brought two witches as his deputies, and they can't even speak a word of Serenese." He spread his hands, "Now do you know what this matter has to do with you?"

She opened her mouth in shock, but not a word came out.

"If you become his translator, you will no longer need to worry about the citizen tax. Not only that, your salary will also increase a lot." German paused, "But I want to remind you first, and the wizard

It's not a pleasant experience to deal with, I have some personal experience in this regard... and it's not a good one."

"No one likes to deal with wizards." Emma said. She also looked a little nervous.
Chapter completed!