Chapter 40 Margaret
After leaving Mr. Jin's villa, Byrne did not go back immediately but wandered around the city center of Fein City. The people around him were in a hurry and always had a lot of things to do. They seemed to be much busier than the people in Nasir.
He could fully feel the vitality of this city, but he also vaguely realized one thing: developing too fast was not always a good thing.
Moreover, the dirty and garbage everywhere reminded him of the plague he experienced in his childhood, and many horrible memories suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Sooner or later, the development plan of Fein City must be completely intervened by the City Hall, otherwise there will definitely be a big mess."
Suddenly, while walking on the road, Byrne's attention was attracted by a tailor shop.
The clothes displayed in the tailor shop were of high quality and fine workmanship, obviously the kind that only upper-class people would wear. He stared at them for a long time without turning his head.
Byrne lowered his head and glanced at the clothes he was wearing. Although they were nice and gorgeous clothes, the details were not sophisticated enough, and it was easy for people to recognize that the owner of the clothes was a person from a small place.
He still remembered what Lucius said: clothes make the man, and people with good looks are more willing to listen to what they say, so buying a more decent set of clothes is a worthwhile investment.
Byrne then entered the tailor shop and soon saw a tall, thin old man with high cheekbones and a serious expression walking towards him in a serious manner.
He was dressed in black and looked at Byrne through his spectacles. After a moment, he shook his head firmly and seriously.
"Sir, please forgive me for being blunt, but your temperament and the clothes you are wearing are totally incompatible. I can see that you are quite talented, but that dress is absolute rubbish."
Byrne was stunned by the other party's straightforwardness and asked with a smile: "Then what kind of clothes do you think are suitable for me?"
"You are a noble or at least a knight, and now the upper class of Siat wears tuxedos from the Lorne Empire."
The old man's voice was serious, professional and unquestionable. He bowed and continued:
"Our store will provide the most professional clothing recommendations and production on the East Coast, and you will never be disappointed."
"What you need is a navy blue tuxedo, the Lorne style, not the Qiyao style. All the clothes in our store are tailor-made. Please let me measure your body size.
Byrne became more and more interested, but he still asked the price cautiously before taking measurements. He was shocked by the price of thirty silver coins on the spot, but he finally gritted his teeth and decided to do it.
Just after he finished measuring his body size, he suddenly heard a woman's voice outside the open door.
"Mr. Holly, the store manager, how is my brother's clothes going? He will be attending Viscount Best's banquet soon, and he can't lag behind others in terms of appearance."
A young woman in gorgeous clothes came into the tailor shop. She had light golden curly hair draped over her smooth forehead and her eyes were full of the vitality of a young girl.
She saw Byrne putting on his coat, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hello, sir, I am Margaret, Margaret of the Hoffman family."
Byrne also nodded to her calmly and politely, and said with a slight smile on his face: "Good day, Ms. Margaret, I am Byrne from the Fisher family."
Byrne, the Fisher family, Margaret secretly memorized the name in her heart.
But she didn't have the courage to actively communicate. Manager Holly took note of Byrne's body measurements and then said calmly:
"Ms. Margaret, please come back tomorrow. Baron Hoffman's clothes are not yet completely made. You know, perfect craftsmanship always takes time to show."
"All right."
Margaret nodded indifferently, secretly glanced at the young and handsome man, and said nothing for a long time. After Byrne left, she immediately asked the manager Holly of the tailor shop.
"That young man, I've never seen him before. I know all the nobles and knight family members in Finn City. Manager Holly, do you know where he is from?"
Manager Holly gave a rather amusing smile, shrugged and said, "I don't know, ma'am."
Margaret immediately felt a little discouraged, and at the same time couldn't help imagining the identity of the handsome young man in her mind. She inexplicably felt that he must be an extraordinary person.
Manager Holly continued leisurely, "But he will come to our store again. When he comes, I can help you ask a lot of questions you want to know."
After leaving the tailor shop, Byrne returned to the Nodival Bank and solemnly took out a black iron box and put it in the bank's special safe. He had to pay a storage fee of five silver coins every year.
He guessed that the Meyer family might still have a way to find them. If they sent strong men to cause trouble again, the safety of the Fisher family would be in great trouble.
But it would be much safer to store them in a bank in Finn City. There was even a third-level "monarch"-level strongman in this city, namely the East Coast Regional Bishop of the Storm Church. The Meyer family would not be able to come and rob them anyway.
"We'll get it back one day. The Fisher family will find all the remaining components sooner or later." Byrne muttered to himself as he left the bank.
A few days later, Byrne came to the tailor shop again to get further cooperation on making the tuxedo.
After a while, when he was about to leave, he received a letter. It was a baron who was close to the Roman family and heard about the Fisher family. He invited him to attend an upper-class banquet to be held in Fein City.
Byrne was pleasantly surprised that once the dress was ready he would be able to attend the party.
The participants of this banquet were all upper-class people from Fein City. The host was Viscount Bester, the lord of Fein City, and the two most important guests were Count Hoven, the Governor of the East Sea, and the regional bishop of the Storm Church.
Their every move controls the lives and deaths of millions of people in the East Coast Province.
When the elegant, young and handsome Byrne entered, he was quickly noticed by many female guests.
His facial features are extremely delicate and he looks full of sunshine, but there is a hint of melancholy in the depths of his eyes, and his lips are especially charming when he smiles.
Byrne had no chance to talk to the two focal points, Count Hoven and Bishop Storm, and could only silently memorize their appearances.
Count Hoven is very similar to his nephew Baron Hoven. He is tall and thin and very talkative. However, when he smiles, there are obvious signs of aging on his face and his temples are gray.
The Storm Bishop was a "weirdo" wearing a blue-purple robe and reeking of alcohol.
His cold face twitched from time to time, he never took the initiative to greet people, and even spoke incoherently to people, which surprised Byrne, who had heard of his name for a long time. He even believed that this guy was just a drunk who was about to be thrown out of the pub.
Soon he learned the whole story. It turned out that the Storm Bishop had used a "forbidden" mysterious artifact in his early years. He paid the "price" and had to drink heavily all day long, which gradually led to his current appearance.
At the banquet, Byrne saw Margaret, the girl with long light blonde hair, again. While the other girls were still watching, she came forward politely.
Margaret looked up and said with a smile, "Mr. Byrne, long time no see. I am Baron Hoffman's sister. Do you remember our last encounter?"
Byrne was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Ms. Margaret, it is my honor to meet you again. What a perfect coincidence that the person who invited me here is Baron Hoffman."
Margaret pretended to be confused and looked surprised.
"Really? That's actually the case! What a coincidence!"
Byrne smiled gently, vaguely recalling that he had "accidentally" met other girls in town several times, and they all seemed to have the same expression.
Well, he always felt that something was not quite right.
(End of this chapter)
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