Chapter 722: Baron Bayard's Son
Blackburg district, "The Weight of Knowledge" pub.
A bard with a mustache was playing the lute and singing the hot and erotic "Hong Kong tune" that is rarely heard in the mainland.
A dwarf dressed as a dwarf and a dancer performed pantomime with exaggerated movements beside him, dancing a funny and sensational dance, which caused people to laugh and cheer.
"Have you heard?"
Someone was boasting, "Something happened offshore yesterday!"
"You idiot, aren't you talking about that sea monster?"
Apparently there are other well-informed people who don't want the former to be in the spotlight.
The man drank too much, and his voice became vulgar and slurred: “You are talking as if no one knows!”
"What's so strange about a sea monster?" an old fisherman couldn't help but laugh. "Those old men at the Spirit Tower used to pay for information about sea monsters! Reporting a location earned three gold coins. I earned eighty gold coins a month back then!"
"Come on, Old John!"
Someone cursed, "The master didn't bother you later, he was so generous! You reported the information about a sea monster dozens of times, did you really think no one knew?"
"It's because the gentleman is fair and generous that he deserves more praise!"
Old John blushed and shouted, "Everyone is willing to work for the master this way—"
"Have you tried the medicine yet? It's worth twenty gold coins each time."
"I, I won't go... I'm already this old, let the young people make the money."
As soon as Old John finished speaking, people burst into laughter.
At this moment, beside a piano on the second floor, an intelligent and mature black-haired woman wearing glasses also heard this scene and said to the pretty maid beside her in a teasing tone: "It seems that the commotion was quite big."
"--It's quite a big deal. I have some special information here..."
Suddenly, a young man with slicked-back hair and a demeanor that didn't fit in with the bar politely approached. "Ladies, if you're interested in that, why don't we go next door? It's too noisy here, not the right environment for a conversation."
Upon hearing this, Aleister in Bayard's form turned around and looked at the young man with interest.
At first, she thought she had run into an information dealer. Only after the other party finished speaking did she realize she was being hit on.
What a strange experience... It's strange, really. Aiwass's appearance should be more outstanding than Bayard's, so why haven't any beautiful women come to chat him up? Is it because Avalon is still too conservative after all?
"So," Aleister said with a smile, "you understand a lot?"
"nature."
As if he had received some kind of encouragement, the blond young man became alert.
He respectfully and politely placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "May I introduce myself? I am the son of Baron Bayard. Landon Venez von Bayard."
"...Baron Bayard?"
Aleister was slightly stunned and asked, "Does Xingti have a fiefdom called Bayard?"
She originally didn't intend to pay attention to the other person, but after hearing the other person's name, she changed her mind.
“It will be available soon!”
The blond young man who called himself Langton was very excited and proud. "My father was canonized as a baron and now has a fiefdom. As for whether he had it before, I really don't know."
"You are not a Star?"
Aleister raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes! You are very perceptive, mademoiselle."
The young man nodded enthusiastically, sat down next to Aleister, and moved forward.
In the process, his arm pressed against the piano keys, causing an unpleasant loud noise and attracting the attention of others. However, he was still polite, at least keeping their knees about a palm's distance apart and not moving any closer. "My family is from Iris, and we've just arrived in Xingtan... May I know your name?"
"—I'm back, Miss."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded.
When Landon looked up, he was shocked - he saw a middle-aged man with a stern face and low-key but luxurious clothes appearing behind him silently.
He completely ignored me, as if I didn't even exist in his eyes.
Instead, he bowed slightly to the dark-haired lady sitting in front of the piano and said, "I've got the things."
"Then let's go."
Aleister said with a chuckle.
Landon immediately realized that the beautiful girl he was chatting up was not a commoner.
But they were nobles who were equal to or even higher than themselves.
But he still had some hope, because the other person's charm had truly captured his heart... Not only because of the other person's noble appearance and temperament, but also because he had an inexplicable sense of closeness that came from nowhere.
He has been urged to get married at home for a long time, and now he has finally met the person he is willing to pursue wholeheartedly, and he "seems to have feelings for her"!
Thanks to his thick skin, Lanton almost jumped to his feet, quickly adjusted his bow tie, and whispered again, "Excuse me...?"
"——Aleister Crowley. See you again someday... Mr. Bayard."
She briskly left her name and turned away.
After they left, Landon remained standing, his face flushed, perhaps because of the other person's charm, or perhaps because of his own embarrassment.
He felt a little lost. He felt that the other person looked familiar and kind. It might be better if he just said it directly, he thought to himself.
At this moment, he heard the clamor of those vulgar people below. This made his already irritable heart even more agitated. If he hadn't been waiting for his friend, he would have walked away in a hurry.
“—I’m telling you!”
The loud man yelled again, "You absolutely don't know who killed the sea monster! This is absolutely top secret!"
"Who is it?"
"Who is it? Tell me now. Don't mention the master of the Psychic Tower or the Royal Alchemist or anything like that."
"It's Miss Crawley! Her name is Aleister Crawley, a beautiful girl with long black hair!"
The man shouted at the top of his voice, "She is the daughter of the Earl of Crawley!"
Hearing this, Landon was struck by lightning!
Aleister's face and hair color suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately realized something -
That person just now... turned out to be Earl Crawley's daughter?
He immediately felt intensely ashamed of himself for showing off his father's newly acquired title.
"What have I done..."
He staggered over to order a glass of butter beer, sat down somewhat decadently and took a sip. He immediately frowned and his facial features gathered in an emergency because of the overwhelming bitter taste of the beer.
But that bitter pain now seemed like a kind of intoxicating self-punishment. He even felt a little obsessed with it.
"Sorry, I'm late..."
When his friend arrived, he was shocked: "Lanton, don't you not drink?"
"I did something stupid, Janet!"
Landon immediately hugged his friend of the opposite sex, crying loudly with snot and tears: "I'm so embarrassed!"
Janet Bo Yiman quickly patted his head and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay... What happened? Tell me in detail?"
The choice between the moral integrity of comforting a friend and the professional ethics of being a journalist made her involuntarily lean towards the latter - after all, Landon was a very emotionally resilient person and generally didn't need much comfort. He would always forget those unpleasant things on his own.
"I met a very beautiful woman, her name is Aleister Crowley..."
Landon had barely uttered the first words when he saw fear on his friend's face.
And the other side.
Aleister sighed: "I didn't expect the Bayard family is still continuing..."
"After all, it was long after 'you' disappeared that the Bayard Group gradually disappeared."
Honey Badger replied faintly, "It looks like they even sewed 'your' name in, making it a middle name."
She still hadn't figured out whether Aleister was the real Lady Bayard. Therefore, whenever she said "you," she would emphasize the word to indicate a reference.
"Don't worry about him for now. We'll meet again if we're destined to."
Aleister shook his head: "Are we almost at the base?"
Hawkeye would periodically change bases, and this bar was the assassins' contact point. Because it wasn't a true base for issuing missions, it was relatively safer... It was like a "website publisher," and therefore much less dangerous.
"Well, it's almost here..."
The honey badger had mixed feelings: "Are we going straight over now?"
"There's no rush," Aleister asked softly, "Have you been to Xingbi?"
"I came here a few times when I was young, but I haven't been here in the last ten years or so."
"Do you know where the White Dove Opera House is? Take me there first."
"certainly."
"Then let's go."
Aleister said with a smile, looking up at the overcast sky: "Of course, it's best to buy an umbrella first. My suggestion is a black umbrella."
Update completed!
Although this chapter has enough words before midnight, it is not finished at all, so it can only be put on after midnight...
I have to get up early to catch the bus tomorrow - I will try my best not to take the night off!
If I succeed, I'll be the first person in history to go on a business trip without asking for leave. Please vote! (Chest puffed out)
(End of this chapter)
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