Carl stood in front of the dressing mirror, carefully fixing his collar and sleeves.

Today he wore a wide-brimmed tall hat, a woolen windbreaker, a black vest, pants and leather boots.

The dress is somewhat similar to the Byzantine style in the memory of the previous life, and at the same time there are more exquisite and gorgeous embroidery patterns.

This whole set cost one gold coin and three pounds.

For an average family, it would probably take a year to accumulate just one set of clothes.

It costs a lot of money and the effect is not bad.

Carl has rough features and burn scars on his face, giving people the impression that he is fierce and unapproachable.

After putting on this outfit, his temperament becomes much more elegant, more like a serious and successful person.

When I opened the door, Jenny had already prepared breakfast.

As long as conditions allowed, Carl never treated himself badly. After he had money, the first thing he asked was Mary and her daughter to improve the quality of their meals.

This extra payment is no pressure for him, but it helps him keep a good mood every day.

The dining table was filled with cereal, milk, bread, jam, some dried fruits, ham and cold cuts...

A hearty breakfast, befitting a respectable aristocrat.

"Good morning, Baron Karl."

Jenny put down the fruit plate in her hand and looked at it curiously:

"Are you going to the party?"

It's not common to see people dressed up like this.

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"Today is Eweni's birthday."

"Oh!" Jenny remembered the beautiful girl who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and nodded when she heard it:

"Are you free tonight?"

"What?" Carl stopped his knife and fork and looked up:

"What's up?"

"Yeah." Jenny looked shy and took out two tickets that were still warm from her body: "Today is my first official performance on stage. I hope you can come and bring a friend."

"Congratulations." Karl smiled. After taking the ticket, he glanced at it casually and asked in surprise, "Wim Opera House?"

This is not an ordinary opera house for hosting small concerts. In the city of Signo, it ranks among the top three, and many grand ceremonies are held here.

"Yes." Jenny clenched her hands, her face flushed:

“This time, the Barrow Singers were invited to sing at the Wim Opera House in preparation for the upcoming birthday of the God.”

"The leader said that if I perform well this time, I will be allowed to officially join the choir and sing hymns on the birthday of the god."

"That's great." Carl nodded. "I guessed that you would be successful one day, but I didn't expect to see you at the opera house so soon."

"I will definitely come then!"

Jenny smiled widely.

She had actually performed on stage before, but they were all in small places and Carl was not specially invited.

Just for this surprise.

Watching Karl go out, Jenny waved her little fist vigorously, her face full of joy.

"This time, I will definitely impress you."

* * * “Fivepence.”

It rained last night.

Due to the imperfect infrastructure of Signo City, there are inevitably puddles and potholes on the ground.

After paying the fare, Carl carefully avoided several puddles and walked towards the hotel ahead.

Before we even got close to the hotel, the noise already hit our eardrums.

"Hello, you hang out with a few messy friends all day long, and you always call prostitutes to play with you when you have nothing to do."

Kingsley screamed loudly: "Look at those clothes in the living room, they are all covered with sticky stuff, I just feel disgusted!"

"Are you qualified to say that to me?" A familiar voice sounded:

"Which of my friends hasn't had sex with you? You're a slut, a bitch, a son of a bitch."

"Who are you talking about?"

"shut up!"

"Bang..."

“Clatter…”

Roars and curses were mixed together, and from time to time you could hear a few shouts and cries of pain.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

Iweni, who was wearing a princess dress, looked at the scene in front of her with tears in her eyes, helplessly, and cried and pulled forward:

"Today is my birthday, please stop hitting me."

I don't know who suddenly exerted force, pushing her backwards and she was about to hit the wine cabinet.

"careful."

Karl appeared at the right time, stretched out his hand to stop Ivennie, and looked at the field with surprise: "What's going on?"

It was supposed to be a happy day to celebrate birthdays, but now it has turned into a fight with a group of people fighting each other.

There were my uncle's family and other guests, and the place was in chaos. Even the hotel staff couldn't pull them apart.

Carl knew that these relatives didn't have a good relationship with each other, but he didn't expect it to be so bad. When they started fighting, they were so ruthless.

Even women were fighting like crazy.

“Woo…” Ivennie, who looked panicked and helpless, burst into tears and lay in Karl’s arms: “Cousin Karl, woo…”

"never mind."

Carl shook his head:

"Let them stop first."

"Sit down first and have a good rest."

Let Ivinnie sit down, Carl flashed into the field, grabbed someone with his big hand and threw him backwards.

He was strong and powerful, and everything he passed was thrown away. For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Everyone was panting, but Carl stood there expressionless, even straightening his tie.

"so……"

Glancing at the whole audience, he spoke slowly: "What's going on?"

"divorce!"

One of them suddenly yelled: "We can't live like this anymore, let's get a divorce today!"

Carl recognized him, Kingsley's husband, his cousin-in-law, a good-looking man.

It was because of this that Kingsley was attracted by the girl and insisted on marrying her despite his family's opposition.

pity,

After they got married, their life was not as sweet as described in the story in the book, but instead they had all kinds of trivial matters.

Within two years, they started living their own lives and their marriage was in name only.

Every time the two of them were together, they would quarrel, and this time seemed to be no exception.

"Leave if you want!"

Kingsley, dressed in sharp clothes, roared:

"I shouldn't have married you!"

"We should have divorced long ago." Ge Jier, who was fat and had small eyes, did not dissuade them. Instead, he snorted coldly: "My daughter has been married to you for so many years, you should give her some compensation."

"Compensation?" Josie, Kingsley's husband, sneered.

"Your family is really weird, but don't worry, I'm willing to do anything as long as we get a divorce. I don't want that yard in East City anymore."

"That yard is not worth anything." Kingsley said with disdain, "Don't think I don't know that you still have some money in the bank, and some of it belongs to me."

"nonsense……"

"Then let's do the math."

Karl shook his head and ignored the quarrel between the few people. Instead, he came to Ivni and gave her a gift.

"Happy birthday."

"cousin."

Ivennie sniffed, blushed and nodded:

"Thanks."

Karl turned sideways and looked at Ivni's messy hair, his gaze paused on the familiar hairpin.

"My sister gave me this as a birthday present."

Seeing this, Iweni took off her hairpin and cried:

"They said they spent a lot of money on it. I like it very much."

"Yeah."

Carl thought for a moment, "As long as you like it."

Looking back at Kingsley who looked like a crazy woman, he chuckled and shook his head subconsciously.

People are always complicated.

"cousin."

He raised his hand and said, "I'm planning to buy a house recently. You might as well sell me your yard in East City."

"The price is negotiable."

(End of this chapter)