franphil Chapter 409 Melissa: Thank goodness, they weren't coming for me.
Chapter 409 Melissa: Thank goodness, they weren't coming for me.
Chapter 409 Melissa: Thank goodness, they weren't coming for me.
Backland, West Velas Street.
Shael also knew that Mr. Fool had returned to his loyal Backlund.
He wanted to take advantage of him, but then he thought, since Mr. Fool had given up his life of wandering and wanted to simply experience a more upscale, wealthy life, how could he bear to disturb him?
So Xia'er watched as Klein chose a butler who had some connection with the East Bailang Restoration Society, moved into a neighborhood that had some connection with a thief demigod, and followed the same development path as a witch who had also returned from her trials and turned her life around.
If you have money, of course you'll come to Backlund to become a tycoon.
Even Triss thought so; she might still have a chance to meet Dawn Dantes and talk about their respective paths to recovery.
St. Samuel Cathedral.
Klein straightened the handkerchief in his left pocket, picked up his gold-inlaid cane, and walked into the prayer hall. He was stunned for 0.1 seconds when he saw the little Maynard preaching above. He really didn't expect that this night watchman who had supported Tingen had now risen to the position of bishop.
Moreover, listening to the captivating voice, Klein had to admit that the other person was quite good at speaking.
"May the goddess bless you, lamb whom you have just met."
Shael stood before the altar, looking at Klein bowing respectfully, with the same smile as Father Mapo.
When Klein looked up, Shael had already regained his composure.
Klein felt that the other person had really grown a lot, and was somewhat impressed. Then he walked to the donation box next to him, took out two 10-pound notes and six 5-pound notes, and put them in one by one.
Seeing this, Xia'er couldn't help but be a little surprised. Klein didn't necessarily need to enter the Gate of Charnis to steal the book, nor did he need to lay bait or make preparations for stealing the book. So why was he offering so much money? Could he really believe in the Goddess of Night?
Klein caught a glimpse of Chael's expression softening slightly, and chuckled inwardly, feeling that his persona as a wealthy man was firmly established. Then, with the confident stride of a successful man, he left St. Samuel's Cathedral.
"This is because you've done too many bad things."
The nun who was assisting with the sermon almost burst out laughing when she heard her bishop muttering to himself. She quickly looked around and, finding no believers for the time being, felt relieved. Then, she drew a crimson moon on her chest and confessed to the goddess of night on behalf of Chael.
After leaving St. Samuel's Cathedral, Klein bought some food and leisurely fed the pigeons, but he still felt a little melancholy.
A luxurious mansion can be rented, and an experienced butler can be hired.
But he couldn't join any of the real upper echelons, whether it was the Carlton Club where Conservative Party bigwigs gathered, the Libertarian Club of the New Party, or the various active or retired officers' clubs representing the military.
The Kingdom of Rune is currently governed by various club politics, and Klein has no letter of recommendation.
I've already made a strong impression on young Maynard.
Afterwards, if we interact privately, based on my understanding of him, we should be able to easily become friends.
Klein was thinking seriously. He hadn't completely given up on the idea of adventure, otherwise he could have chosen to live in the West District instead of the North District.
Even he himself didn't realize that he was quite satisfied with this kind of life, enjoying the upcoming comfortable life and the possible excitement.
Although his thoughts were still superficial for the time being, Klein had always been a very decisive person. Since things had come to this point, he decided to have dinner first.
He overlooked the ordinary restaurants on the street. At one time, his brunch was either casually eaten at the Krag Club buffet, the Jürgen lawyer's restaurant, or those greasy-looking cafes in the East End.
He is no longer Klein Moretti, nor Sherlock Moriarty; he is Dawn Dantes!
Klein quickly got into character as the "Faceless Man." He wondered whether he should go to the Laborie restaurant, which had some connection to the Hall family, or the Intis Serenzo restaurant, which was rumored to be personally taught by Rosell.
After a brief moment of thought, Klein decided to try the Emperor's court cuisine. Just as he was about to hail a carriage to the Intis restaurant in the West End, he saw something that struck him like a thunderbolt.
Melissa Moretti, riding her bicycle, passed by with a paper bag full of vegetables in the storage basket on the front.
This is perfectly normal. The Moretti siblings rented a house near St. Samuel Cathedral, which was found with the help of Chael. Now that they have bicycles, getting around is even more convenient, so the girl is naturally more inclined to go back to eat.
The bicycle wasn't a gift from Chael.
Xia Er only helped get the key to the materials warehouse, which was full of materials piled up by Backlund Technical University. After all, it was a newly established university, and the remaining materials were piled up here. The little girl assembled the bicycle herself.
It's quite amazing. Despite Xia Er's repeated insistence that these were all leftover scraps from the school, the girl still insisted on doing some work for the school for free. Xia Er emphasized again that this was a back door he opened, a rational use of resources. The girl pursed her lips and decided to do something for Xia Er.
"Can't we just enjoy our sibling relationship?"
Outside St. Samuel's Cathedral, Chael followed Melissa, who was slowly riding her bicycle, somewhat speechless.
He didn't ask the girl to help him clean or tidy the garden; that would only make things stranger. It was much better to have the girl cook; her stewed meat was delicious, with just the right amount of salt.
Why do you have to argue with me about everything?
At this moment, Xia Er even felt like he had completely ruined Melissa, by giving her expensive, unappetizing, flashy, and unfamiliar ingredients before she even realized what was happening, and then having her forcefully cook and eat it all.
Then tell her the price.
"You're not my biological brother."
Melissa sighed; she already knew what Chael was going to say next.
You've said that a hundred times already.
Sure enough, she perfectly guessed what Xia Er would say.
"I don't want to keep accepting your kindness..."
and care...
Melissa was also helpless; she had said this almost a hundred times already.
Sometimes she didn't understand how Klein could have such a deep friendship with the Bishop of Backlund.
If Chael lived in Tingen, she might have understood, but now she had the illusion that Chael was coming for her.
This illusion greatly affects one's thinking. If Melissa hadn't seen beautiful women like Megaoth around Chael and knew that she was just an ordinary Tingen girl, not that pretty, she might have started to doubt herself.