On a blue sky and sunny day, the Mediterranean sea breeze brings warm and moist air to Milan, the capital of art and fashion a hundred years ago.
It's good weather again today.
In the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking down the bright carpeted corridor, Viscount Barofey walked towards the drawing room, followed by his personal deacons and guards.
After straightening his spine and walking to the door of the living room, Viscount Barrofi asked for confirmation:
"Are those two guests inside?"
The deacon with white gloves behind him walked up to him, held the doorknob and whispered:
"Yes, Lord Viscount."
Then he slowly opened the door for him.
Upon first glance, there are dark red curtains trimmed with gold and white gauze hanging down between them. An elegant bookshelf is placed in the corner, with a row of books with gold-gilded covers inside.
My favorite oil paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and every other inch of the wall is filled with decorative patterns, leaving no blank space that would appear crude.
The bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and quills and inks are neatly placed on the edge of the coffee table.
In the living room at this moment, Viscount Barofi saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
It's completely different from what I thought of as two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple.
It was a young man and a girl.
The girl was wearing a beautiful skirt that attracted people at first glance. The complex black and white design made the skirts of the noble ladies she had seen become mere foils.
With delicate appearance, she sat next to the young man like an exquisite doll,
And that young man...
The faces from the Far East...?
"Good morning, sir, lady, nice to meet you,"
Viscount Barofy introduced himself elegantly with a smile, then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the older-looking young man.
"I am the owner of this manor, Viscount Barrophy Philami."
Then he paused for a moment, but he didn't wait for the other party to introduce himself, he just saw...
The delicate girl turned her head and looked at the young man beside her as if questioning. The two of them exchanged something in a language they couldn't understand.
Then the girl in a beautiful skirt looked at herself, nodded to confirm, and a crisp voice sounded:
"Hello..."
Then she paused for a moment before remembering to add a title.
"Your Majesty the Viscount."
that's all?
Introduce yourself, what are your names? What is your identity and purpose of coming? Why is this little girl talking to me?
This opening exchange, which was extremely unsuitable for upper class society, made Viscount Barrophy frown slightly.
But soon he suddenly figured it out.
This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian,
That's why he asked the girl to speak for him.
Thinking of this, he quickly decided not to worry about the other party's rudeness and address. After all, he was a foreign friend from another country. It was normal to not know the etiquette and language here.
What's more, the other party has already given me enough 'meeting gifts'.
"Okay, let's not worry about those trivial issues. This gentleman, this beautiful lady, I wonder why you came to see me today?"
Viscount Barofi put an elegant and proud smile on his face, and said without concealing the heat in his eyes:
"Of course, if it is a business related to gold mining, I would be very happy to chat with you two."
That's right, if someone who can take out a piece of gold at once comes to him, it must be related to this aspect!
Barofi was somewhat confident about his guess, but he was wondering whether his connections and wealth would be enough if he participated in this gold mining business.
He was already considering whether to talk to Mrs. Visconti about this matter...
Mrs. Visconti was a lady in Milan who inherited the title of count from her late husband. The two of them met after a ball...
Just thinking about this, Viscount Barofi saw that after hearing what he said, the young man with a Far Eastern appearance and a very special temperament smiled slightly.
Then he took out a white card and put it calmly in front of him.
Viscount Barofi glanced doubtfully, and the young man opposite looked at him calmly. Then he picked up the card. The black and white words on the card made his eyes stagnant.
It was as if there was an iron-like majestic and cold voice ringing calmly in my ears!
'Sell me your estate'
Although it didn't have the power to make people forget anything, the words written on this card seemed to have other powers, making Barofy choke.
But he soon realized it was ridiculous. Are you kidding me?
This is a manor that he has been running for many years, and is envied by countless other nobles on the edge of the prosperous city of Milan.
How could he possibly sell it.
Frowning displeased, Viscount Barofi watched him coldly as he pushed the card back to the other party and spoke in an extremely cold tone:
"Sir, if you are here for such a ridiculous and rude request, then don't blame me for inviting you..."
Boom...
The words stopped abruptly with the sound of knocking!
The moment his movements froze and his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take something out of the suitcase and put it in his hand.
The thick, fascinating and brilliant color seemed to have the magic power to make the world obsessed with it. Barofi swore to God that he had never seen such an object appear in such a pure size...
Another piece of gold!
With his eyes widened incredulously, Viscount Barofey looked at the gold that was the size of a stone before.
This piece of thick gold is as big as the palm of my hand, and I feel like my brain is a little overwhelmed by such an unimaginable exchange!
Is this person crazy!?
He carries so much gold with him!?
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Even though he was facing a viscount, he didn't have the slightest nervousness of a commoner. There was a sense of confidence that he was the master here!
Viscount Barofi suddenly sat up straight and looked at the brick-sized piece of gold on the table, which showed the other party's unshakable determination and confidence.
I feel that all my common sense and social negotiation skills have become extremely weak and pale in front of this.
As for the guards behind him, they were all stunned.
"Sir...who are you...?"
The bottom line and rationality were challenged in the most brutal way. Viscount Barrophy swallowed what he had not finished just now.
He couldn't maintain his elegant demeanor. He looked at the young man opposite him in shock and spoke with difficulty in a cautious tone.
He had no choice but to be cautious. Facing a person who casually threw away a whole piece of gold, he had to be cautious!
But the other party didn't answer and smiled, then tapped the card again with his finger.
'Sell me your estate'
The words on the white card did have power, and Barofi had to look there. From thinking that the other party was ridiculous, to being shaken, he began to consider this matter.
"Sir... you have to know that although you spend a lot of money... my manor is not just..."
Clang.
This time it was a loud impact. Barofei felt his throat was dry and was being pinched by something. He looked at the other person as if he was a piece of debris, and it was no big deal and he just threw it on the table.
At the moment when he felt that the other party was too lazy to bargain and was a little impatient about wasting time, everything he wanted to say was blocked in his heart.
Because this time it's a gold bar.
Viscount Barofi felt that his expression at this moment must be very ungraceful, but his thinking had become too barren to consider that.
He stared straight at the gold on the table in front of him, and his mind started to waver and turned into dry mouth. He couldn't help but start thinking about selling the manor.
Although the conditions and location of this manor are very good, in the final analysis it is just a vacation spot for me in Milan. Without it, I can go to Florence...
And if you have this gold... you can buy more assets in Rome, and if you are good at using it, your reputation, status and right to speak will be improved. Earl... No, during the war,
Marquis is even possible!
Even if you include all the collections in your manor, including the servants and horses, it only costs more than a thousand lire of gold coins...
Faced with wealth far exceeding that of the manor, Viscount Barofi only took a very short time to finalize his idea.
Now that he has decided to sell this manor, all he needs to consider now is how to negotiate more prices from this mysterious but wealthy young man in front of him!
Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiation skills were put to use again, although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time.
But Viscount Barofi finally raised his head, showed a polite smile and said:
"Dear sir, your wealth astonishes me, but please allow me to introduce my manor to you in detail."
In the next few minutes, Viscount Barrophy tried his best to describe how wonderful the Viscount's manor was. Hidden in the euphemistic and gorgeous words was the intention of "I want a higher price."
He himself felt that his eloquence at this moment was simply great.
But at the moment he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him who had been listening without interrupting. He smiled at the girl beside him and didn't know what he said.
Then he heard the girl wearing a black and white Gothic skirt suddenly speak, as if she was repeating what the young man meant, simply and directly breaking through his words.
"you are lying."
His smiling expression suddenly froze, and Viscount Barrofi was slightly startled. He felt cold all over after hearing this sentence for some unknown reason.
There was indeed some exaggeration and even fiction in what he just said, but he didn't understand how the other party could see it.
Did they do research in advance!?
Barofi felt that he had grasped the key, and was a little annoyed that he had been carried away by desire just now, and had exposed his thoughts by speaking too recklessly.
Then he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and decided to lower the price increase just now, at least to ensure that the current price would not let the other party realize that he had greater interests.
But before he could speak, he saw the young man opposite him casually mentioning the suitcase that made people covet how much wealth it contained.
Again, again! A crazy throw of gold!
The young man's calm words written on the attached card seemed to have the power to ignore any monetary price.
'But I don't care, except for your personal belongings and your men'
‘I will buy everything in this manor’
The moment he saw this line of letters, Viscount Barofi took a deep breath and looked at the two large chunks of gold and a huge gold bar on the table. He couldn't hide his excitement and shock and said:
"Of course, sir, from this moment on, this manor is yours."
The power of gold makes everything simple.
After saying this, a vulgar smile appeared on Barofei's face. He looked at the young man wearing a suit and shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him and said with a smile:
"I will immediately send my butler to the city hall to handle various transfer procedures. Before night, this manor will be completely under your name."
"Then please allow me to excuse you for a moment."
Viscount Barrofi stood up and decided to find someone to authenticate the gold now. His mood was filled with shock.
An idea suddenly came to him,
If I make use of my position and means as a viscount, can I use some slightly tougher methods to look at the figure who looks like the heir of a wealthy family, and then...
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In an instant, a sudden stiffness spread across the body!
There was nothing there, but I felt something grabbing my ankle and wrapping around my neck!
Barofei, who felt cold and unable to move, felt an inexplicable fear spreading in his heart at this moment, and then he heard a clear voice behind him calmly speak:
"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."
At the moment when the words alchemy, witchcraft, magic, weird, and unknown crossed my mind,
Barofi trembled all over, and instantly gave up the crooked thoughts he had just thought, and then decided that after the contract transfer was completed in the afternoon and the gold was obtained, he would return to Rome tonight! He would no longer care about anything that happened here!
He knew that the combination of a young man from the Far East and an exquisite girl was too strange!
Maybe the other party has some mysterious power from the East!
boom!
The people in the living room were hurriedly closed by the figure following the guard.
Only the young man and the girl sitting on the leather sofa were left in the gorgeous room. They looked at the luxuriously decorated living room without leaving any room.
Fangran blinked at Ling, who was sitting next to him and raised her delicate little face to look at him:
“Nice job,”
Then he exhaled, touched the girl's head, and spoke softly:
"Now we have a family."
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Delisle, the town ushered in another end at dusk.
It's just that the mayor's house seemed a little uneasy. The mayor's wife sat on the side nervously, listening to her husband nervously explain to a handsome man.
"God bless, I promise that everything I said is true. That young man broke into our home in the middle of the night, and then threw us a piece of gold and asked us to listen to him!"
"My wife and I were very scared. He looked very scary at that time. His cold face only reminded me of those legendary evil alchemists!"
There was uneasiness and fear in the mayor's words, and in front of them, the handsome European man in expensive clothing raised his eyebrows on his face, and asked as if he was frowning in thought:
"So you reported this to the church?"
"Yes, I am a devout Christian."
The mayor put his hands together and rubbed them together, and said with a slight shame, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to the pebble-sized piece of gold on the table, and he was obviously in pain and reluctant to part with it.
Myerson took a look, but did not expose the timid mayor who was obviously superstitious, but at least knew that life was more important than money. In fact, he was afraid that the evil alchemist in the legend would use the Seize on Gold.
Things like the curse of people's souls.
"Okay, I understand, the Lord will bless you,"
Myerson stood up, swung the hem of his white church salute jacket and walked out, then left a faint word.
"There is no curse on gold, you can use this wealth with confidence."
The mayor and the mayor's wife who heard these words in the room opened their eyes wide in surprise.
After walking out of the courtyard, Meyerson stopped. Another figure wearing a luxurious white robe turned over from under the house and landed next to him. With a slightly bohemian expression, he shook his wavy blond hair and raised the corners of the Italian's charming mouth:
"After asking clearly, the seamstress in the tailor shop said the same thing. It seems that there was a rich man who came to this town before and paid with gold casually."
"Don't be careless, Shige. We didn't come back from the Vatican to let you play with women half-heartedly. No matter how rich you are, you won't be so extravagant that you use gold to pay for your expenses."
Myerson looked seriously at Sigg, who was like a prodigal in love, then stepped forward and spoke calmly:
"The Pope asked us to come here to help that gentleman. We must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues. We must confirm whether that person is an 'evil alchemist' as the timid town mayor guessed...
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"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."
Sigg spread his hands and said indifferently.
"Do you have any clues about that person?"
"It is said that someone saw them at the station."