"Please wait a moment. Would you like coffee or tea?" Beilin asked enthusiastically.

Klein smiled and said:

"When I was young, I liked coffee and its strong aroma, but now, I am more accepting of black tea."

"I also prefer black tea, so... a cup of Marquis black tea?" Beilin suggested with a smile.

The coffee and tea served to guests by the Metropolitan Association for the Help of Domestic Servants were of average quality, belonging to the lower-middle grade. The Marquis tea was brought by Belin from home for her own enjoyment.

Klein was not an ignorant person, and he was very observant. After entering the room, he took in all the details of the surrounding environment without leaving a trace. He found that the coffee and tea cans in the display cabinet were very ordinary. He believed that the quality of the things inside would not be too high. Therefore, he thought that the Marquis Tea was either a collection of the association used to entertain guests, or it belonged to the private property of the lady in front of him. But no matter what, it was enough to show the other party's intentions.

He did not expose it, but smiled and said:

"Thank you, I can't refuse your offer.

"Not sure what to call you, ma'am?"

"Belin, just call me Beilin." Beilin said with a smile blooming like a flower.

She then walked briskly into the inner room and asked the colleague who was actually in charge of the information to select the right candidate. Then, she returned to the reception desk, picked up the silver-inlaid tin can, and skillfully brewed black tea.

Alas, with a good-looking face, a nice temperament, and clothes that reflect one's status, even if one is already middle-aged, one can still feel the kindness of a pretty girl... Klein experienced something like this for the first time, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This made him realize more and more the importance of "it can only be yourself" in the Faceless Man's code.

If you don’t keep this in mind and become obsessed with the advantages brought by your appearance, you will always maintain the corresponding appearance, forget or even reject your past self, and gradually get lost!

Soon, Beilin came over with a white glazed porcelain teacup inlaid with gold flakes, placed it in front of Mr. Dwayne Dantes, and said with a faint smile:

"It needs to cool down a bit."

Klein looked down at the cup and said half-jokingly:

"This will help me adjust my mood and treat this cup of tea more formally."

His implicit compliments and thanks made Belin feel even better. She felt that Mr. Dantes was a true gentleman and very good at talking.

He is definitely not a follower of the Lord of Storms... Beilin gathered her long, slightly curly brown hair, took the initiative to return to the inner room, and urged her colleagues.

Not long after, she brought a stack of information over, sat on the single sofa next to her and said:

“After screening, here are three suitable butlers. Let me introduce them briefly.

"The first one is Mr. Asnia, 55 years old. He used to work for Viscount Yorkville. Later, because the Viscount's investment in mineral exploration failed and the family finances were in crisis, he had to sell the land and estate and lay off a large number of servants and leave. In the past ten years, he has been hired by two wealthy men and made outstanding contributions to the management of their families."

As she spoke, Beilin's brown eyes sparkled, as if hiding two stars, with the youthful vigor that is unique to young girls.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"Then why did he leave those two rich men?"

Beilin smiled and replied:

"The first rich man made a large investment in East Balam and moved his family there. Mr. Asnia was unwilling to leave Backlund, so he took the initiative to resign. The second rich man was in poor health, so he handed over all the family affairs to his children. That gentleman has a more trusted butler.

"Mr. Asnia is a believer of the Goddess of Night. His political inclination is more towards the Conservative Party. He requires an annual salary of 130 pounds."

“May the goddess bless him.” Klein tapped his chest four times clockwise, drawing a crimson moon.

Beilin's eyes lit up and she said:

"Mr. Dantes, are you also a believer of the goddess?"

"Of course." Klein smiled and nodded without further explanation.

No wonder he is so gentle! Beilin secretly praised him and continued to introduce:

"Mr. Riback, 48 years old, once served the Negan family as a deputy butler and butler's assistant for a long time. Later, in a transaction, he became the butler of Baron Syndras.

“Not long after Duke Negan was assassinated, Mr. Riback, whose term of service had expired, failed to get a new contract from Mr. Baron and had to seek help from our association.

"He is a minor believer of the Lord of Storms. There is nothing wrong with his character. His political inclination is also Conservative. He demands a salary of 120 pounds."

Klein listened quietly, nodding in agreement from time to time, without interrupting Beilin's story.

Beilin flipped through the papers, glanced at them, and said again:

"The third person is Mr. Walter, 42 years old. He worked as a butler and assistant to the butler in Viscount Conrad's house. Because of some things, he had a conflict with the butler and chose to leave. He asked for an annual salary of 115 pounds.

"He is a believer in the Goddess of Night and his political inclination is the New Party."

The new governor of Oravi Island is a member of Viscount Conrad's family. Their family is a loyal supporter of the royal family... The corresponding information flashed through Klein's mind quickly.

After the introduction, Beilin handed over the stack of information and said:

"Which one would you choose, Monsieur Dantès?"

Klein pondered for a few seconds and said with a smile:

"How about this, let the three of them come to my place at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will meet with them, talk with them, and make the final decision."

He knew that similar associations did not provide accommodation and were purely intermediary agencies. Even if he decided on the candidate now, he would have to wait until the afternoon or tomorrow to see his housekeeper, so it would be better to hold a small interview and choose the one who was more suitable for his intentions.

"No problem." Beilin smiled. "What's your address?"

Klein took a sip of red tea, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and wrote down the location and name of the current hotel.

"You, have you just arrived in Backlund?" Beilin asked after taking a look.

It was not until this moment that she discovered that Mr. Dwayne Dantès's skin color was a little darker than normal, slightly bronze, as if it had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and had a slightly rough taste.

Well, his accent wasn't Backlund's either... Beilin slowly recalled more details.

Klein smiled and said:

"I came from Desire Bay and am waiting for a good steward to help me find a suitable house and servants."

After paying a deposit of 3 pounds, he politely took another sip of tea and stood up to say goodbye.

Beilin accompanied him to the door and watched him get into the carriage.

Mr. Dantes seems to be a wealthy man... Compared to this, his temperament and gentlemanly style are more attractive... Belin stood there, thinking casually.

In the carriage, Klein half-closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, uncontrollably calculating the next expenses:

"The butler is about 120 pounds, the valet takes the middle number, which is 35 pounds, the cook 30 pounds, the gardener 25 pounds, the coachman 25 pounds, the family nurse 20 pounds, three normal maids 15 pounds, and three odd jobs maids 10 pounds. In this way, the annual expenditure for servants alone is 330 pounds, which is roughly equivalent to 6 pounds 7 soli per week, which is more than my weekly salary in Tingen City.

"Moreover, there must be a carriage, which costs about 100 pounds, and a house with a garden, the weekly rent is about 2 pounds, plus the food, clothing, charcoal and other expenses for such a large group of people, the overall cost is simply outrageous.

"Is this the daily life of a rich man..."

Klein suddenly felt a little regretful for creating such a character.

He let out a breath, tried to put the matter behind him, and took a carriage to Pacefield Street in the North District.

There is a pure black church here, with a bell tower on each side, presenting a symmetrical beauty. It is the headquarters of the Backlund Parish of the Church of the Goddess of Night, Saint Samuel Church.

Klein adjusted the handkerchief in his left pocket, took the gold-inlaid cane, and walked into the church. He walked through the quiet corridor and came to the large prayer hall under the sunlight shining through the stained glass.

It was very dim here, which made people feel peaceful involuntarily. Klein found a random seat, leaned on his cane, took off his hat, and began to pray with his eyes closed with great concentration.

Time passed minute by minute. After listening to the sermon, he slowly stood up, walked to the altar, bowed to the bishop with short black hair, and then came to the offering box next to him.

After exhaling silently, Klein took out two 10-pound bills and six 5-pound bills and put them in one by one.

The bishop caught sight of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his expression softened involuntarily.

Normally, unless donations are requested at the church or the inheritance is donated after death, the largest amount of money that can be received in the donation box in the church is only a few dozen pounds.

This means that the other person is a wealthy man!

PS: I'm a bit rushed, so the number of words is relatively small. I'll ask for monthly votes and recommendation votes on Monday~