Chapter 57 Distinguished Guest
After sending the thank-you gift, Miss Sparrow hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Everyone just thought that she was worried about being discovered by the police station and did not dare to stay outside for too long, so they didn't care.
After she left, Mr. Oystercatcher also did not stay long, saying that the clinic had many cases to deal with today. However, Miss Seagull did not leave. She called Gillan, sat on the sofa, and took out a long aluminum box from the satchel at hand.
"Mr. Snow Owl, these are the two 'mercury batteries' you entrusted me to acquire."
She placed the box on the coffee table and opened it, revealing two silver cubes the size of apples inside.
Jilan felt happy when she saw this.
He picked up the two "mercury batteries" and checked them. After confirming that they were correct, he took out his wallet, took out 21 "10" Caesars, and handed them to Miss Seagull.
"Thank you, you helped me a lot, Miss Seagull."
Gilan said solemnly.
Miss Seagull's beautiful eyes were moving, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
She took the stack of gold foil banknotes, said you were welcome, and then said with a smile:
"Is it just a thank you? Nothing else?"
"Other...what?" Jilan was puzzled.
“Why don’t you buy me a drink and watch a movie with me?”
Miss Seagull smiled, pushed her hair behind her ears, held her chin with one hand, stared at Gillan and asked with interest.
Jilan was slightly startled.
"Whatever Miss Seagull wants to drink, I asked old Jerry to help buy it. As for the movie..." He said, and couldn't help but think of the time when the other party hid in the utility room and watched a movie that night. "How about forget it."
Miss Seagull's smile faltered.
She also seemed to remember what happened that night, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and even spread to her ears, feeling embarrassed, ashamed and angry.
"Just watching an ordinary movie!" Miss Seagull said angrily, and suddenly felt that her explanation seemed redundant, so she stood up, grabbed her satchel and walked towards the door as if running away, while leaving a sentence: < br>
“Ah, a man who doesn’t understand the charm...”
Until he left the apartment door.
Miss Seagull, who was standing at the door, stopped, feeling the cool breeze blowing in her face, with mixed emotions.
She put her hand on her fair and tender left cheek, recalling that she used the name of her father, Councilor Farid Beri, to put pressure on the Ministry of Engineering, and after getting two mercury batteries, Her father slapped her in front of everyone.
"Aleviya! How many times has this happened?! Can you learn from it? Why don't you always listen to me? You always fool around outside and cause trouble everywhere by using my name!"
My father was serious and angry. The voice still echoed in her ears.
“Don’t forget, you are still engaged to Congressman Eric’s son. Don’t cause any more bad reputation. If this matter is messed up, get out of here. Working in the cleaning department!”
Miss Seagull’s face turned cold, she gritted her teeth and took steps forward in a depressed mood.
The tall and graceful figure gradually blended into the crowd on the street.
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Horst 2nd Street, No. 18.
In the Lewis family's single-family apartment, the atmosphere in the living room on the first floor was quite depressing.
A white-haired old man in a high-end black suit was sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face. Opposite him were four young men and women standing upright. They lowered their heads and dared not speak.
In the quiet living room, there seemed to be an invisible and intangible flow of cold air passing through, making the four direct descendants of the Lewis family feel a chill down their spines.
Finally, the old man spoke:
"A distinguished guest from the capital is coming soon. You should receive him politely first, and then deal with Kurt's matter after this matter is over..."
His voice was indifferent and low, with a majesty that could not be disobeyed.
"As for Kurt's funeral, it will be held tomorrow evening, when night falls, and Pa will be in charge of the whole process... Remember to go to the 'Chamber of Commerce Branch' in Brack City to register your brother's death certificate, and then ask for it again I hope the church pastors and church officials will help with the funeral. The order must not be wrong."
"Yes, father," Pa said solemnly, lowering his head.
Leighton Lewis lowered his eyes, crossed his fingers with his hands, clenched them into fists, and recited like a prayer:
"The Sichen 'Ms. Snow' that symbolizes September is also 'Justice'" Goddess', whose scales will weigh everything in the world. The Lewis family is his most devout believers. Although Curt Lewis has passed away, he will be exchanged for something equivalent...I hope that will be the death of his murderer. "
After finishing speaking, the old man closed his eyes and said again:
"Exchange of equal value, praise the God of Salt."
The four direct descendants of the Lewis family also crossed their fingers into fists, closed their eyes, and prayed in unison: "Exchange of equal value, praise the God of Salt."
The living room was silent for more than ten seconds again.
Layton then released his fingers and raised his head.
It was at this time that the sound of the iron gate opening was heard outside the apartment, accompanied by the sound of a carriage bell ringing.
Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler strode over and whispered in Layton's ear. "Follow me to greet the distinguished guests." Leiton nodded and said to his children.
"Yes, father." Four young men and women responded quickly.
Everyone walked elegantly and walked out of the apartment unhurriedly.
At a glance, I saw a rectangular covered carriage parked in the yard. The door was opened from the inside. A tall, thin middle-aged man holding a short hat, bent down and stepped on the carved metal pedals. .
This man had gray hair and was wearing a close-fitting black tuxedo with red edges. The collar was tied with a bow, and the cuffs were made of thick white patterned cloth and decorated with horn buttons.
He was carrying a curved black oak cane and walking on thick-soled leather shoes.
Mr. Leighton showed a rare smile, stepped forward to greet him, took off his hat and extended his hand:
"Mr. Charles, welcome to Braque City. On behalf of the Lewis family, I would like to express my gratitude to you. You're welcome."
"It's been many years, Mr. Layton."
The middle-aged man also took off his hat, smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Leighton's hand.
"Please come inside, I'll ask the servants to prepare meals and tea for you in advance."
Leiton raised his hand in vain.
"Thank you." The distinguished guest named Charles smiled and thanked him.
Soon, a group of people entered the apartment.
After a while of greetings, Layton and Charles sat opposite each other on the sofa in the living room, while the four direct children of the Lewis family stood behind their father and remained polite and quiet.
"Is the old earl in good health?" Leighton poured tea for the distinguished guest with his own hands and asked casually.
"Mr. Earl Maxwell is very healthy, but now he has retired to recuperate in his old age. The Farhan family is now headed by Mr. Ramon..."
Ciel took the teacup and whispered his thanks.
“Mr. Ramon Farhan is a respectable figure. I remember that when I was still in the capital, I often heard news about him and his brother. The two brothers were also known as the ‘Musecittes. 'The upstart twins... Mr. Ramon will definitely inherit the mantle of the old count and lead the Farhan family to new glory. ”
Layton complimented politely.
But he felt confused inside.
Because the Farhan family is a count family, it naturally follows the empire's tradition of primogeniture, but Ramon Farhan is not the eldest son, but the second son of the old count.
Now that Ramon is in charge of the Farhan family, Layton is a little surprised.
But these messages all come from the mouth of the third-generation butler of the legendary family, "Shar Farhan", and they are definitely not false.
"Alas, Master Ramon's brother, Mr. Walter, passed away due to an old illness the year before last."
Charles sighed sadly.
Leiton was startled, and said to himself, "No wonder." At the same time, his face showed sadness, and he apologized:
"I'm sorry."
Ciel regained his composure and shook his head. Wave your hands.
As a former high-level executive of the Capital Chamber of Commerce, Layton naturally had extremely high emotional intelligence. He quickly changed the subject and talked with Ciel about some of the recent major events in the capital.
This includes the tension between the Bremen Empire and the Owena Federation.
“It is difficult to judge whether the war has really started, but Mr. Ramon and the upper echelons of the capital have a consensus, that is, the Federation may not be bluffing this time... and the Imperial Military Department has also made preparations early. If the Federation unilaterally breaks the agreement and starts a war, they will pay a heavy price."
Xiaer said calmly while drinking tea.
Leighton nodded, he also heard this information through the secret channels of the Chamber of Commerce.
"Mr. Charles, the current situation between the two countries is unclear, and Brak City is located in the forest area on the border of the empire. Why do you have to travel thousands of miles to come here? It is really risky." He asked.
Ciel hesitated for a moment, and then replied in a deep voice:
"To be honest, Mr. Layton, I came to visit you when I first arrived in Brak City this time, not just to reminisce about old times. At the same time, I also want to use the power of the Lewis family to do a little favor.”
“Help?” A smile appeared on Layton’s wrinkled face. "Of course there is no problem. I have always admired the old count. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best."
Charles nodded, took out a quick-developing photo from the lining pocket of his tuxedo.
He handed the photo to Layton and said solemnly:
"Please also ask Mr. Layton to help me find this person."
Leighton took the photo and saw that it was a blond man. The young man's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Ciel's voice then sounded in my ears:
"His name is 'Guillan Iros', and he is currently wanted by the police station. I hope Mr. Layton can arrive before the police Find him before."
(End of this chapter)