"Master, do you have any new arrangements when you come back this time?"
Looking at the young man with black hair and blue eyes in front of him, Butler Fred of the York family asked.
Early that morning, Allen took a carriage and once again came from the Wizard Tower to another villa of the York family.
This villa is located on the top of the rolling hills on the outskirts of the capital. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook the city gradually waking up from the morning fog.
Although Butler Fred knew that his young master would not stay too long every time he came home, he would still arrive at the room designated by Allen early to tidy up for Allen and serve tea.
He has served the York family conscientiously for many years and knows that this is the dignity that a wealthy family should have.
Allen came back this time, also traveling lightly, with only a silver-haired girl by his side.
As for the identity of this silver-haired girl, Allen only introduced her as "Isabella" and that she was "a friend" who was "doing things for him" recently. But he kept silent about her true origin.
But Butler Fred really felt that the origin of this silver-haired girl was anything but simple.
Let’s not talk about her mysterious disguise skills.
Every time she spoke to Allen, she respectfully called him "sir" and obeyed his words, her expression full of awe.
This is obviously not something that can be explained by a simple "friend".
Of course, Allen didn't explain, and Butler Fred didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Allegiance. Obedience.
This is the rule he has adhered to since he started serving the York family.
After hearing Butler Fred's question, Allen was not in a hurry to answer.
He sat leisurely on the sofa, then took out a palm-sized piece of meteorite from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.
I only heard him say in a calm tone:
"I will promote this to the entire Braden Kingdom within a week."
"Within a week?"
"That's right."
Butler Fred was a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions.
It does sound difficult to promote a product to the national market within a week, but if the York family is willing to spend gold pounds, it is not impossible.
It's just that he couldn't figure out what this ordinary piece of iron was that could make Allen willing to promote it regardless of cost.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Let's call it a projector for the time being," Allen introduced. "It uses magic as its power source and can project what is happening in real time. You see"
Having said this, Allen lightly knocked on the iron block on the table.
A beam of light shot out from the iron block and fell on the wall, reflecting the rising sun outside the window and the waking city.
Butler Fred stared at this scene blankly, feeling it was amazing.
"Is this your new invention, Master?"
"Yes," Allen smiled, "I hope the York family can invest in it so that it can be put into the market as soon as possible. Even if it is promoted at a loss, all wealthy nobles will have one."
"What about the others? Like the common people?" Butler Fred asked, "In my opinion, they have no money and have never been interested in buying luxuries such as magic and alchemical items."
"Then make sure there is one of these things in every village," Allen replied. "Curiosity is human instinct. I think as long as such a magical new thing appears around them, they will definitely rush to watch it."
Fred nodded, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the key points that Alan explained on it.
As for the silver-haired girl Isabella, she had been standing quietly behind Allen without saying a word, as if she had become Allen's shadow.
"Master, apart from this matter, is there anything else I need to do?"
"Yes," Allen said without thinking, "Write a letter for me to my father. There is a troublesome thing here, and he needs to come to the capital as soon as possible."
"It's not the social season, so coming to the capital in such a hurry may be..."
"This matter is very important," Allen interrupted and emphasized, "it is related to the situation of the Braden Kingdom in the next few years. If father cannot come in person, the cake in the capital may be divided up by others.
"
Butler Fred no longer protested, and just as obediently wrote down Alan's instructions in his notebook.
He understood that he was just a servant of the York family and could only provide the young master with advice, but could not make decisions for him.
"By the way, Fred, in addition to this, you have to write a letter for me in my personal name to our Prince-to-be, His Royal Highness Edward Lynn," Allen paused for a while, then ordered, "
Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, if he is free, I would like to meet with him in private."
"His Royal Highness Edward Lynn... Her Majesty the Queen's fiancé, the prince of the Kingdom of Ferrand who holds the title of 'God's Favorite'?"
"That's right," Allen nodded, "but in this letter, just call him 'Mr. Lynn'. After all, I was a student at the University of Cambridge, and he was a student at the University of Cambridge."
The current president of the university. With this relationship, we can get closer to him."
Likewise, Butler Fred quickly wrote down this sentence.
However, at this moment, Allen suddenly frowned and pressed his temples with both hands involuntarily, as if he felt strong pain.
"Master!"
"grown ups!"
Butler Fred took two steps forward and looked at him with concern; beside Allen, Isabella also changed her previous indifference and squatted down, her brows filled with anxiety.
"He knows..." Allen murmured.
At the same time, a faint black mist rose around him, and his eyes turned into deep mist.
Butler Fred didn't know what Alan meant by this.
He just felt that the young master at this moment was different from usual.
If the young master before was friendly, funny, and amiable, then Allen at this moment seems solemn and solemn, like a god in heaven, elusive and unattainable.
However, this situation only lasted for a few minutes.
Soon, Allen returned to his original state, all the blackness in his eyes dissipated, and a confident and joyful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.
"Master, just now you"
"It's okay," Allen replied in a relaxed tone, "Someone tried to use magic to spy on me just now, but I knocked him back."
Fred looked at him seriously, his eyes still a little solemn.
He knows nothing about magic.
However, his intuition told him that the invisible confrontation just now was far more dangerous than what Allen described.
At this moment, when Butler Fred was feeling deeply worried, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who?" The butler walked towards the door, ready to see who this uninvited guest was.
However, before the person outside the door could answer, he heard Allen chuckle from sitting on the sofa and said lightly:
"I think someone from the Light Church came to invite me to tea."
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