Chapter 567 Spending money like water, the king of the Far East (Part 2)
Milan has actually not been peaceful these past two days, especially among the city's top aristocratic circles.
Or maybe it should be said that it caused a stir.
On the edge of the city of Milan, in a noble manor with high stone walls and large iron gates with patterned thorns, there is a luxuriously built sunshade ceiling garden, with white streamlined tea tables and seats dotted among the green flowers.
The bright sunshine of autumn refracts into the glass ceiling and shines on the gathering place specially designed for afternoon tea gatherings in this noble manor.
It is the stage and battlefield for noble ladies.
Large light- or dark-colored skirts swayed among the flowers, creating a typical lady's party of this era.
No one in the aristocratic circle is better informed than them. From the mouths of these ladies who regard chatting as an indispensable part of life, you can learn about all the recent events in the aristocratic circle.
Although it is a gathering of ladies and gentlemen, they are actually divided into their own small circles, and they compete for status and face.
But there seemed to be some exceptions today, as everyone gathered in a circle.
Because what happened in the fashion store that they were all familiar with the day before yesterday was like a huge stone that hit the calm waters of this group of noble ladies. A figure that they had never seen before broke into Milan's upper class society in the most arrogant way.
circle.
A young man from the Far East, after meeting the owner of the store by smashing expensive handicrafts in the lobby,
I bought that store on the spot!
What makes this story even more incredible is that whether he smashed the sculpture or bought it for the store,
It's all gold!
"Oh my God, he just smashed that beautiful glass sculpture without warning, like a thug, and we were all shocked until the owner came out."
On the inner side of the circle, Countess Loomis had a rich expression on her face, enjoying the attention and wonder of everyone else.
As a personal experiencer of what happened that day, she was like a proud peacock, telling other ladies and ladies what happened that day.
"Obviously he was throwing gold like a gangster from the lower class, but after he threw out the blank card, even the angry owner suddenly became humble and flattering..."
Speaking of this, Mrs. Loomis paused before adding:
"It's like magic."
"Does he really have that much gold?"
Surrounded by the circle, a lady listened to this incredible turn and suddenly asked what everyone was most concerned about.
Mrs. Loomis glanced at her. She was also a lady from an earl's family like her, and they had a good relationship.
"It's hard to believe, but... yes, oh, God, I don't even know how much gold he threw away to buy that store that day, 1 pound? 5 pounds... or 10 pounds?"
There were low exclamations in the party. Whether it was the noble ladies sitting in the inner circle or their daughters surrounding the outside, the juniors, that is, the ladies, all lightly covered their lips and expressed disbelief to the people around them.
"Then who is he and why does he have so much gold!?"
A viscount's wife asked this question somewhat urgently. For her, who was not a high-ranking member of the social circle, wealth was the most important thing.
Although they thought it was rude of her to ask such a question, the other women still nodded slightly, because they were also extremely curious about who he was, especially the ladies in the periphery who were not yet engaged.
Because this is like the fairy tale they all read when they were children, about a foreign young man with a mysterious origin, but with unparalleled wealth.
Then he met the princess whom he fell in love with at first sight, and used the power of his hands to defeat evil and protect her in a bedtime story.
"No one knows who he is, just like no one knows why he has such a large amount of wealth."
Lumis picked up the black tea and took a sip. He secretly smiled at the Viscountess, and then answered somewhat arrogantly.
"So what does he look like?"
The sudden gentle female voice made Mrs. Loomis feel nervous. Loomis looked in the direction of the woman who spoke.
It was Mrs. Visconti wearing a light pink skirt, a woman who always had a lot of fun with her husband at certain parties and was a social rival.
Listening to this obviously difficult question, Mrs. Loomis snorted and answered confidently:
"That was a foreign gentleman with a very special temperament, leading a little girl in a beautiful dress."
"Really? It turns out that he was leading a little girl. No wonder I heard that Loomis wanted to buy that girl's skirt from that gentleman for 200 lire of silver coins."
Mrs. Visconti smiled softly. After hearing her words, the noble ladies nearby suddenly looked at her strangely but they hid them well.
200 lira silver coin...
For the gentleman who was dissatisfied that he could not enter the store and directly spent money to buy the store, this is probably a price that is not worth even taking a look at it...
Her eyes paused for a moment, and Mrs. Loomis's face suddenly became unnatural.
"Sisters, according to the information I have learned, that gentleman is from the golden country in the Far East. He has just arrived in Italy recently, and the first place where he showed off his lavish financial resources was not in that fashion store...
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After interrupting the other party's words, Mrs. Visconti just laughed lightly and easily stole all the attention from Loomis.
"From the Far East, really? That guy is..."
"The first place he went to was the beautiful little manor owned by Viscount Barofey. As for the process and results, I believe everyone can guess what happened."
Visconti revealed the information she knew with a smile, and instantly won the attention of all the ladies and their incessant curious questions.
"Mr. Viscount Barrophy's manor, oh, my God, does that mean he lives there now?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Visconti expressed her affirmation with a smile and answered everyone's questions. She did not forget to add her own point of view:
"There is no doubt that the gentleman who owns an unknown amount of gold must be a noble king with a high status in his hometown in the Far East. He is probably the royal family of the dynasty that just collapsed."
Then when she finished speaking, Loomis on the other side raised his lips with renewed vigor:
"You are really well-informed. Did Viscount Barofey tell you this at some dance?"
Hearing this retort, all the other ladies suddenly closed their mouths. Visconti narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to return it with a polite smile.
The woman who had been sitting in the main seat spoke.
She is a lady in her forties, wearing the most gorgeous dress among the people. She holds the authority over the gathering of noble ladies in Milan. She is the beloved wife of a marquis in the kingdom, Lady Leila.
"Okay, okay, ladies, whoever that gentleman is, you shouldn't quarrel about it."
The gentle and kind female voice stopped the verbal argument between the two of them, and then Mrs. Laila, who was wearing a big crimson skirt, looked at everyone:
"But since that is a foreign gentleman who came to Milan, as nobles we cannot avoid interacting with him."
"But I'm sorry to interrupt you, Lady Leila,"
The other countess looked at both Visconti and Loomis, then walked around the circle with a questioning look and said:
"As far as I know, everyone who wants to visit that gentleman so far seems to have been turned away."
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to her again. Visconti and Loomis frowned slightly at the same time, forgetting that they were not the only smart people.
"This is just a matter of a ball. We don't have to worry. It would be very rude. This is something we will consider after a while, when the noble gentleman from the Far East gets used to Milan."
Mrs. Laila glanced at her, folded her hands and said with a smile, but at this moment!
A maid in maid uniform hurriedly walked in, came to Mrs. Laila's side and whispered quietly, then handed an envelope with a wax seal into her hand.
And the moment I saw the seal on the fire wax that symbolized the highest title under the king,
Mrs. Laila, who had always remained gentle and steady, suddenly showed a surprised look, and then she opened the envelope and read it on the spot.
After seeing the end of the letter, Laila carefully folded it and put it back into the envelope, and then spoke softly to the noble ladies present:
"Ladies, a very distinguished person is going to pass through Milan. It seems that our ball needs to be moved forward..."
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The deep and charming Italian night is the time for men and women,
a few hours later,
In the master's bedroom of the count's manor, Sigg put on his white robe and shawl and took one last look at the countess who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He smiled and made a farewell gesture with his fingers.
Then he jumped directly out of the window. His figure flew across the rooftops in the night. He kept jumping and finally stopped at one of the most famous buildings in Milan.
On the roof of Milan Cathedral, there are also three figures in white robes and cloaks, but the leader waiting there does not look very good.
"You're three hours late, and you're wasting your time on those women?"
Myerson frowned and looked at him with cold eyes as he asked, feeling a little intolerable for his prodigal behavior. Sigurd smiled and spread his hands indifferently and explained:
"In order to obtain information, a small price is inevitable. What's more, a countess who inherited her late husband's property and title and is also a social butterfly is really very charming."
Listening to the typical Italian man's wild words, Myerson frowned fiercely, and the woman on the side also frowned slightly. On the contrary, the other man showed a smile that everyone knew about Sigg.
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"So what's the specific situation?"
Suppressing the twitching eyebrows, Meyerson asked without having an attack. When he heard that business was being discussed, Sigur also put away his playboy demeanor and spoke seriously about the information he had received:
"If the countess is not lying, the guy who paid with wanton gold must be a participant and have some kind of alchemical ability,"
"And if I guess correctly, he is a Chinese."
"Hua Xia...he is a member of that night club in the Far East!?"
Hearing the term ‘Chinese’, the woman wearing a religious robe, Kesti, frowned and asked in surprise,
Almost everyone in the night war world knows that there is an extremely mysterious being in the Huaxia Night Club.
"I don't know. He suddenly appeared in Delizhen, Italy without any trace, and no one knew his purpose."
Sigg looked at her and replied, appreciating and praising her beauty in his heart. Only women like this who are also extraordinary people are worthy of his pursuit.
"Whether he is a member of the Night Club or not, the order we received is to eliminate any factors that may hinder the noble Lord on the battlefield during this period!"
Taking a deep breath, Myerson, who had the right to speak among the four, said decisively, and then continued to look at Sigurd and asked:
"What's the pattern of that person's actions?"
"There's nothing special to say, except that he always brings a little girl with him."
After talking about the business, Sigg spread his hands and said with a meaningless smile, and looked at Kesty with interest in the figure and appearance beside him, who was more outstanding than the countess just now.
"You can't involve innocent people. They may be ordinary people who were coerced by him and held hostage,"
Myerson felt a little troubled and his eyes sank, and then he looked at the young man on the other side. Since he had been a participant for the shortest time and was the weakest among the four, he said:
"Welsh, the task of separating that innocent girl from him is left to you. Your ability should be able to do it."
"Okay, leave it to me."
Wales, who had no objection to entrusting him with such a marginal task, agreed, and then the three of them listened to Myerson speaking out the final decision and arrangements:
"The time is tomorrow night's dance. Sigg, you go and make preliminary contact with him and give him a warning. If he doesn't listen to the advice..."
On the roof of Milan Cathedral, on the towering Gothic spire, the European participants stood erect and bathed in the glory of the Lord.
"Then we don't mind letting him get out of Europe."