St. Samuel's Church, in the Great Prayer Hall.

The bishop with short black hair withdrew his gaze, no longer looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of the offering box, nor did he have the idea of ​​going to talk in the past.

Here, in front of the altar, he represents the church, under the gaze of the goddess, and cannot treat anyone who donates more enthusiastically.

However, he remembered the other party's pretty good looks and mature and elegant temperament, and planned to try to get to know him if he had the chance in the future.

Watching quietly as the last bill slide into the dedication box, Klein closed his eyes and turned away.

When passing by the preacher, he deliberately looked at the clergyman and nodded with a smile.

The bishop replied with a warm smile and lit it clockwise on his chest.

Klein was not in a hurry to contact the relevant personnel, and he tried to make his behavior logical and there was no suspicious abrupt point. He calmly and casually let a believer go back to the seat he had just sat down along the aisle, took his hat and cane, and walked out of the church step by step.

At this time, the believers who have listened to the sermons either go to the dedication box to express their feelings, or get up and leave directly, without feeling any problem, because this is not a compulsive act.

Even devout believers who love donations will not throw money into the dedication box every time they come here. They often do it once or twice a week or two weeks depending on the specific situation of the family.

The common people were about a few pennies at a time, and the middle class had three to five Sule, and the rich and nobles were counted in gold pounds, no more than 100.

This is the general situation. Every year, the "Goddess of the Night" is the "Winter Day", the amount of a single contribution will expand a lot. The civilians with abundant money will choose two to three Sule, the middle class will be about 5 pounds, and the upper class will donate directly to the bishops of the diocese and church charities, ranging from hundreds to thousands of pounds.

——"Winter Day" refers to the day when the night is the longest every year, which is considered the birth of the "Goddess of Night".

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After leaving the church, Klein stood on the edge of the square outside, watching the flocks of white doves flying up and circling down again.

He even bought some food from the surrounding vendors and fed the pigeons leisurely. He did not intend to read the newspaper advertisements by himself to find a suitable residence in the North District, because this was the butler's task.

An excellent housekeeper who has lived in Beckland for many years should know which neighborhoods the different nobles, different wealthy people, and the top middle class who can help their masters live in, so as to choose a house purposefully.

Neighbor interaction is the first step for newcomers to enter the corresponding circle!

"Whether it is the Carlton Club where the Conservative Party bosses gather, the Libertarians Club of the New Party, and various active or retired officers clubs representing the army, they must have enough weight to get in touch... Alas, the Kingdom is now called club politics." Klein pulled his thoughts back and considered what to do after the behavior of feeding pigeons, creating a character.

After careful thinking, he found that he really had nothing to do immediately because the plan was still on the surface.

So he was going to have an expensive but hearty lunch, which was both the behavior that Dawn Dontes should have and Klein's own curiosity.

During the months he was in Beckland, he never had the courage to go to the most prestigious restaurants in this metropolis. He had been choosing one of his own restaurants, the Crager Club buffet restaurant, the ordinary street restaurant, and the Jurgen lawyer's restaurant, or going to the East Side, and having breakfast or lunch in a greasy cafe.

"Rapori Restaurant? Their chef is said to have come from the Earl of Hall, providing rich people, barristers, and senior government employees with aristocratic flavor that is usually difficult to access... Earl of Hall seems to have invested in this restaurant and occupied a lot of shares... Well, this restaurant mainly sells local Beckland dishes, with very famous desserts, and the prices are very unfriendly...

"Intis Cerenzo Restaurant, there is the purest Intis cuisine here. Haha, many of the signature dishes in it are called Roselle, saying that they were circulated from the emperor's court... Moreover, unlike most restaurants of the same level, it only offers a few main dishes to choose from every day, and the categories are very rich..." Klein recalled the information about top restaurants I saw in newspapers and magazines before, and finally decided to see the emperor's palace dishes.

He stopped stopping, stopped a carriage and headed to the Intis Cerenzo restaurant on the West Side.

When he arrived at the door, Klein handed over his coat, hat and cane to a red vest waiter while asking him:

"Is there any space available? I didn't make a reservation."

"Some." The red vest waiter asked humbly, "Sir, is this your first time here? Is it the only one?"

Klein nodded calmly and said with a smile:

"Yes."

"Then I am lucky enough to introduce you to the most distinctive dishes and famous wines in our restaurant?" The red vest waiter said while leading customers in.

"That's exactly what I need." Klein saw the wall that seemed to reflect golden light through the ornate decoration door.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a vault.

Then he noticed the oil paintings hanging on the wall, marble statues placed in place, and gold objects inlaid or embellished in different places.

"Please pay attention to your feet." The red vest waiter reminded, leading Klein to sit by the window, and the beautiful melody of the violin came from the band in the distance.

The waiter brought the menu and wine list, looked through and said:

"The most famous dishes here are braised daguya beef stew, black truffle bolete, Intis style foie gras. I would like to mention that the raw materials for foie gras come from Bonas Farm in the Champagne Province of the Kingdom of Intis..."

While listening to the waiter's introduction, Klein browsed the menu written in Old Fosak, and was caught by the price above.

After talking about the main course, appetizer, dessert and other contents, the waiter turned to explain the wine combination that should be available and finally said:

"The champagne, red wine and white wines here all come from well-known wineries in Champagne Province, and even contains the Ormeer red wine produced in 1330. It is worth 126 pounds. If you buy it, you can take it away directly and it can also be present here. Come and have a drink every time."

£126...I can hire an excellent housekeeper...haha... Klein smiled very gracefully:

"Your dishes and wine are excellent, making it difficult to make a choice."

The red vest waiter smiled attentively:

“You can choose today’s chef’s recommendation, our chef will pair you with a pure and delicious Intis meal, which comes in three options: 15 pounds, 10 pounds, 8 pounds”

I don't want to choose any of them... Klein leaned back and smiled slightly:

“15 pounds.”

"Okay." The red vest waiter put away the menu and wine list and headed towards the kitchen.

Klein took a breath, slowly exhaled, and looked ahead casually.

Suddenly, he saw a slightly familiar figure, a lady wearing an olive green dress.

She is tall and has a very good proportion. She wears an old-fashioned black hat and the fine gauze droops down, covering her face.

As a "faceless man", Klein has a strong ability to distinguish human appearance characteristics, and he immediately recognized who this lady was:

"Mysterious Queen", the eldest daughter of Emperor Rossel, Bernady Gustav!

He did not quickly withdraw his gaze and naturally moved his gaze to the side. Bernadai seemed to have not noticed the abnormality and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

How could she appear here? By the way, the signature of this restaurant is the palace dish of Emperor Rossell. Haha, it is not the Chinese-style type I imagined. The emperor should not know how to cook. At most, he will explain the concept. There is indeed cooking here... Well, is it her the owner behind the scenes? She is not floating on the sea, and she is here to do something to come to Beckland. Haven’t she found the “Black Emperor” of the thief? Klein sat calmly on the surface, and one doubt after another appeared in his heart.

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At this moment, a carriage was driving towards the Intis Cerenzo Restaurant.

The carriage was seated by the Allen Chris family, a well-known surgeon, a member of the Crager Club and a friend of Sherlock Moriarty, who once commissioned a detective to deal with the Will Ansitin incident.

Since his wife became pregnant, he felt that his luck had become quite good, his career was getting better and better, his income was more than one month, and he had recently successfully completed Baron Cinderas's visceral surgery, which was appreciated by the new nobles and invited their family to have lunch at the Serenzo restaurant.

"It is said that the ice cream inside is very good." Allen smiled at his wife with a reserved smile.

His wife is a black-haired beauty, and her belly is already very obvious. She smiled gently:

"I look forward to the court dishes of Emperor Rossell the Great."

Allen said "yes", turned his head and looked out the window:

"It's coming soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wife covered her stomach and frowned:

"It hurts a little."

This was not the first time Alan, who was a father, quickly checked and found no problems, but his wife became more and more uncomfortable, and the child in her belly seemed to be making a fuss.

"I, I still won't go, I want to go home and rest." Allen's wife offered.

Allen thought about it:

"I'll go back with you."

He immediately ordered his personal servant:

"You get off here and go to the restaurant to apologize to Baron Shindras on my behalf."

When the carriage started to return, Allen's wife's discomfort was inexplicably relieved, and after entering the house, everything was normal.

She pointed at her stomach with laughter and cry and said to her husband:

"It seems he doesn't want to eat ice cream."

Ah! In the Intis Cerenzo restaurant, Klein, who had not let go of every food before, enjoyed the ice cream with a feeling of distress and satisfaction. His nose was a little itchy on the way, and he pulled out the paper and sneezed.

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In the west side, in a dark house.

Fors, who has been promoted to "astrologer", actively and seriously participated in various extraordinary gatherings, looking for the possibility of making money.

She currently owes £220 off, so she is suspected of being involved in illegal gambling by friends.

Now I can't afford to buy the necessary crystal balls... As my thoughts drifted, Fors suddenly heard a party member say:
Chapter completed!