Chapter 686 Charity Gala?
In the luxurious villa of the Hall family in the Queens district of Backlund.
Audrey Hall was in her bedroom, sitting at her dressing table, adjusting a delicate hairpin on her head.
It was made of metal, with a dark blue surface that contrasted sharply with her blonde hair. It had an irregular triangular shape and reflected the sunlight from the window as she shook her head continuously.
This was a magical item made with the extraordinary characteristics of the "Calamity Priest" that she had bought at the end of April. However, after several twists and turns, it was only yesterday that the "Hanged Man" gave it to her through Mr. Fool.
It's a pity that it didn't arrive on my birthday, otherwise it would have been a great birthday present... Audrey puffed out her cheeks, causing Susie beside her to tilt her head in confusion and look over here.
However, she was very satisfied with the ability of this magical item that she had purchased for 3,000 Rune gold coins, so she ignored the scrutiny of the other "psychologist" next to her.
This hairpin can be used to accumulate "luck" in normal times through some less serious bad luck that can be consciously avoided, and can be used actively at critical moments to gain extraordinary luck. This is not limited to combat, but can also have an excellent effect in life and any occasion where luck is needed.
It also comes with an active ability that allows Audrey to rely on her own spirituality to influence the enemy's mental body, achieving a "deterrent" effect. Combined with her combat hypnosis as a "hypnotist", it can achieve the effect of disintegrating the enemy's offensive.
The negative effect is that every time you release the accumulated "luck", you will be hit by bad luck many times in a row until the two reach a balance again.
Ordinary bad luck, I have psychological invisibility to avoid embarrassment. "Luck" at critical moments is crucial for a "hypnotist" who can hypnotize and suggest others. Relatively speaking, negative effects are nothing. Even if I fall into bad luck, I can show the scales in my skin to deal with "disasters"... Audrey touched her hairpin, stood up from the dressing table, hummed a country-style music, and danced briskly to the ancient elf dance popular in this social season.
Knock, knock—there was a knock on the door. Audrey just answered "Come in" when her light dance steps on the carpet became messy. She stepped on the hem of her skirt and fell towards the dressing table with a sharp sound of tearing fabric. Susie, who was sitting next to the chair, jumped up in surprise, not knowing whether to serve as a cushion for her master or avoid the danger zone.
Fortunately, after becoming a "hypnotist", Audrey's strength and agility far exceeded those of ordinary people. After a moment of panic, she immediately adjusted her center of gravity and stabilized her body, so as not to fall on the table full of cosmetics and cause a commotion.
Bad luck came so quickly!
Her personal maid walked into the room and looked doubtfully at Audrey, who looked flustered and disheveled, and Susie, who was crouching beside her with her paws covering her head. Cleverly, she pretended not to notice and handed her mistress an invitation, saying,
"Miss, this Saturday, which is tomorrow night, the church will hold a charity dinner at St. Samuel's Church in the North District. The Earl and Lady, as well as Lord Hibbert and you, have been invited."
"What kind of party is it?"
Audrey quickly straightened her dress, took the invitation and asked.
"The church is preparing to raise funds for the newly established education fund for the poor. The Earl hopes that you can participate."
The maid replied respectfully.
Ever since my Beyonder identity was revealed to my parents, they've been hoping I could build a good relationship with the church and, ideally, receive adequate protection. That's why they've been letting me actively participate in various church-organized activities... Audrey easily deciphered Earl Hall's intentions and nodded.
"Notify the church and I'll attend."
She casually flipped open the invitation and discovered that in addition to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, there was actually another person's name as the organizer.
"Dwayne Dantès, a strange name... Is he the emerging factory owner and banker who came to Backlund recently?"
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"Charity gala?"
Angel asked curiously as he looked at Klein, who was wearing a tuxedo and sitting at the coffee table in the living room.
"It was organized by the Church of the Evernight Goddess. The theme of the evening party was a scholarship fund for the poor. I initiated it and donated over ten thousand pounds in start-up capital," Klein replied with a smile. "This is something I've always wanted to do, but I haven't made up my mind."
Klein donated tens of thousands of pounds?
Angel was stunned for a moment, his eyes lingering on his face for a long time.
Although he was smiling, his expression was a little stiff. One could see that he was reluctant to part with the money, but what he said was the truth... Klein really planned to spend tens of thousands of pounds, gold pounds worth a Sequence 5 magical item, to create a scholarship fund?
"What's going on?"
She withdrew her gaze and asked calmly, waving her hand to let the servants in the living room leave, closing the door and leaving them alone.
"When I first arrived in Backlund, I bought some shares of Coim Anthracite Coal Company for investment purposes. With environmental protection becoming a top priority for this city, their value will rapidly appreciate..."
Klein narrated, bringing Angel up to speed on this period, especially what happened when she left Backlund.
After he purchased the shares, the newly promoted Baron Syndras approached him, hoping that Klein would transfer all of his shares and offered a price that was hard to refuse. However, the contract Klein signed when purchasing the shares prohibited the sale of shares within three months, so he rejected the other party's acquisition.
"Then, I was threatened by that baron... Of course, his original intention was to discredit me, making it impossible for me, with my shallow foundation, to get into high society, forcing me to compromise and sell my shares. But before the baron could act, we were both embroiled in a murder..."
The original shareholder who sold shares to Klein committed suicide!
Not only that, he also left a suicide note, directly pointing out Klein's current identity. Dwayne Dantès forced him to sell his shares, causing him to be unable to bear the pressure and do this.
This immediately made Klein think of Baron Syndras's frame-up, but the subsequent communication between the two showed that the other party was also a victim to a certain extent, rather than the culprit who caused the shareholder named Caron to commit suicide.
After this incident, Klein, who needed to hide his identity but didn't want to offend the Baron, came up with a plan. He packaged the shares and handed them over to the Church of the Evernight Goddess. He used the value of the shares as initial capital to establish a scholarship fund, which would be managed by the church.
In this way, he could not only get rid of the danger of holding shares, but also make a name for himself in the upper class and become a philanthropist who generously donated money to help poor students.
Regardless of whether it was Baron Sindras, or other people behind the scenes who coveted the shares or wanted to provoke a fight between him and the Baron, they certainly had no way to deal with the Goddess Church.
"So, donating your shares seems to be the only solution... Due to the agreement, you can't sell them, and you don't want to offend others, and you also have to protect your disguised identity..."
After listening to Klein's explanation, Angel muttered to himself, forgiving him for donating shares that could not be converted into cash for the time being and would cause trouble.
Moreover, these tens of thousands of pounds are not just thrown into the water, but will become a ladder for countless poor students to change their fate... She thought about it and smiled.
"So, you came to my house just to tell me this?"
"Of course there's something more important," Klein also laughed. He took out an invitation and handed it to Angel. "It's a charity party on Saturday night. I hope you can attend as my date."
"Female companion?"
Angel repeated, a look of confusion in his eyes.
"Indeed, there will be many young women attending this charity gala. If I don't bring a female companion, I'll be mistaken for someone else. Well, some strange rumors will arise. Besides, you don't want the wealthy and generous Mr. Dantes to be targeted by others, right?" Klein said jokingly. "Besides, Baron Sindras previously planned to hire some girls to accuse me of toying with their feelings and bodies, and even found some children I'd never met for me..."
Angel's eyes widened as she heard this. She had never expected that the Baron's "method" for dealing with the enemy was not to hire assassins and eliminate the enemy physically, but to kill Dwayne Dantès from a "social level".
If this rumor were in Intis, it would only become a topic of idle gossip after dinner, and some might even secretly envy and be jealous of it. However, in Loen, where the culture is relatively conservative, it was undoubtedly a fatal blow, and it was difficult to dispel.
"Well, it seems I have no choice but to agree. After all, it seems you have no other choice. I can't let you bring two female bodyguards to the party, right?"
Thinking of this, Angel chuckled and took the invitation.
"Their employment contracts end today. Besides, bringing that 'Sheriff' lady along would only lead to further misunderstandings... Well, Bishop Elektra can't hear this... As for the other 'Witch' lady, I've seen her in her male form before she was promoted."
Seeing Angel agree, Klein immediately smiled and even started teasing his two temporary bodyguards.
But the last sentence made Angel pause for a moment. She calmly put away the invitation and said:
"Baron Sindras will come to visit this weekend. I'll then test his opinion and confirm that the share purchase is over."
Although he was puzzled by Angel's abrupt change of topic, Klein nodded.
"That's fine. While getting in trouble with a millionaire like this won't put your life in danger, his various tactics will still give me a headache... You should also be careful."
"Are you worried about me?"
"No, I'm worried about the baron being in danger. After all, he's going to face a..." Klein laughed and mouthed the next word, "...a bad witch."
Angel responded with a rude Witch Kick.
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Only after the Dantes' carriage disappeared from the corner of the street did Angel look away from the window. He stood in the living room for a long time until his butler, Rebark, knocked on the door to remind him. Only then did he go to the house of Dr. Allen Chris, who was not far away, as planned.
Having not appeared in public for two weeks was practically the same as disappearing from Backlund's social circle. Fortunately, Angel's housekeeper, as instructed, frequently visited the neighbors, giving them gifts to maintain relationships, thus maintaining Angel's newly created circle of friends.
After exchanging pleasantries with Dr. Allen for a while and cheering up Ms. Wilma, who was suffering from prenatal depression, with some ice cream that was specially sent warm from the Intis Restaurant in the west district, Angel felt something moved. He found an excuse and went to the bathroom on the west side. He quietly locked the door and looked at the huge wash mirror that took up half of the wall.
The mirror that should have reflected her figure and the bathroom scene had turned dark, as if it had become a window leading to a lightless room. A black baby carriage could be vaguely seen in it, and the interior was shrouded in shadows, and only the baby wrapped in silver silk could be barely seen.
"Will Auceptin," Angel remembered being asked to address her by her first name. "Are you satisfied with the ice cream I brought you?"
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