People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Tingen, cemetery.

A slightly pale hand stretched out from the soil.

Then the coffin lid was lifted, and Klein sat up from the coffin with a confused look on his face.

"I am dead."

He looked around and confirmed his situation.

"Sure enough, I did not escape the devil's prophecy."

He slowly stood up, carefully closed the coffin boards, and buried the new soil.

"Fortunately, at least I changed something."

"The captain is not dead, and the other members of the Nighthawks are also fine. They also prevented the birth of the evil god's children."

"It's a pity that Ince Zangwill succeeded. The strength gap is too big. Is this a high-sequence strongman? No, it's not even a high-sequence, just a sequence 5."

Klein came to the tombstone and saw the epitaph written on it.

"The best brother, the best brother, the best colleague"

Very few people live to see their own tombstone.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, trying to show a smile, but in the end he was defeated by the sadness in his heart, and stood quietly in the crimson moonlight like a statue.

"In the eyes of everyone in Tingen City, I am already dead."

For a long time, he sighed, realizing that he could never regain his identity, and even had to stay away from Tingen City to avoid being discovered by others about the secret of his resurrection from the dead and the mysterious gray mist.

Being coveted by a devil is enough for me.

"Devil." Klein's eyes narrowed slightly.

"No wonder He wasn't worried at all. Did he already know that I could come back from the dead?"

"This being hides too many secrets. Perhaps the future he sees is further away than I imagined."

"But it's pointless to think so much now. Only by improving your own strength can you have the capital to avenge Ince Zangwill, and can you have the possibility of escaping the devil's covetousness."

"Before this, I can completely use Devil Duoduo in exchange for money to speed up the growth of my strength."

Thinking of this, Klein was finally able to smile.

Because he remembered that when he went to the bank to check the account number this morning, he saw exactly 4,000 gold pounds lying in it.

Goddess above me, this money is enough for anyone to spend a lifetime richly!

As for the other two bearer accounts, one belongs to Audrey, who doesn’t seem to care about the small amount of money at all, and the other belongs to Sun. He is far away in the land abandoned by the gods, and the gold pounds of the Loen Kingdom are meaningless to him. , its only use is to trade information or materials at Tarot meetings.

"A new beginning might not be such a bad thing."

Klein comforted himself: "Sequence 8: The clown's potion has almost been digested. It's time to find a higher-sequence potion formula."

He performed a divination, and the direction of the divination pointed to a city.

The royal capital, Backlund.

The Hall family's mansion is naturally located in the most affluent and prosperous Queens District of Backlund, covering an extremely large area.

Audrey sat in front of the dressing table. The maid fiddled with her hair lightly, while her eyes turned to the window in boredom. The window faced the door of the house, and one after another beautifully decorated carriages entered the front door. In the courtyard.

There is a party in the mansion today.

This is not an uncommon thing. The daily life of the nobles and businessmen of Backlund is to deal with various parties, politics, economics and private life. Most of Backlund's things can be done at the parties. solve.

Before she became a transcendent, Audrey was actually getting tired of parties. The same compliments and endless stream of suitors really made Audrey uninterested.

But after becoming an audience member, Audrey did attend more parties. She liked to observe the expressions and behaviors of the nobles and businessmen, and she could always tell a lot of information from them.

This not only allows her to be self-satisfied with her abilities, but also allows her to be satisfied with the strong gossip heart unique to girls.

After all, if the private lives of nobles were written down in detail, it would definitely be the most confusing and indescribable forbidden book in the world.

"There will be some new faces today." The housekeeper stood aside with a standard posture and said softly: "For example, Viscount Langdon's third son just came of age a few days ago. Earl Hall hopes to meet him, and The upstart Mr. Reed, although he does not have a title, has plenty of cash in his hands. He has deposited more than 50,000 gold pounds in the bank owned by Earl Hall alone."

Audrey was not interested in these. New people appeared in this circle every day, and people were forced to leave every day.

Especially those who have no status and only have cash. They are the favorite social objects of the nobles. They will often support them with the highest treatment until the benefits are sucked out of them, and then kick them away.

The complicated hair accessories and makeup were finally over. Audrey finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. The two maids quickly came up to arrange her exquisite beige dress to ensure that there were no wrinkles on it.

The big golden-haired dog watched all this with cold eyes.

"Susie." Audrey called, and Shi Shiran walked out of the room and walked along the long corridor with oil portraits of the Hall family's predecessors hanging on both sides. The voices in front of him were getting louder and louder. Get noisy.

Earl Hall had not yet appeared, but the guests began to socialize with ease.

Audrey stood in front of the guardrail on the second floor, looking down at the guests below. She could clearly see where the guests were gathering and dispersing. Where they gathered, there must be some big shot, or a popular figure at the moment.

"That one is the third son of Viscount Langdon." The housekeeper pointed in a direction.

As expected, Audrey saw a young and handsome face. He was the type who was surrounded by guests. He maintained a decent smile on his face and was among the crowd.

The keen observation ability given by the audience allowed Audrey to detect the complacency in the other party's heart.

"It's best not to talk to this person too much." Audrey defined the other person in her mind: "He will open his tail like a peacock, and then chatter endlessly trying to show me his charm."

"This way, this is Mr. Reid." The housekeeper saw that Audrey was not interested, and her introduction was just a necessary process. A son from a viscount family who could not inherit the title was Not worthy of Backlund's brightest pearl.

Audrey looked away from the male peacock and saw Mr. Reid.

Mr. Reed was naturally surrounded by nobles and businessmen, and there were more people around than the Viscount's son, which even made it a bit difficult for him to cope.

The solid gold walking stick, the clothes should be from the tailor-made tailor shop not far away. They are a little bit ill-fitting, and he is not too old. He should not be paired with a solid-color square scarf like a staid jazz man. He really knows how to wear it. People wearing clothes should wear brighter colors.

Audrey quickly defined the other party.

This is a lucky man who got rich suddenly. He has no background at all, and he is not even smart. Otherwise, he should use the money to buy some properties instead of hanging out at the aristocratic parties as a nouveau riche.

The kindness of those nobles is not something that an outsider or an upstart can tolerate.

"He will be eaten dry and wiped out, and left destitute."

Audrey didn't intend to remind the other party. She had seen too many such things. This was the unspoken rule of the circle. Interfering without authorization was equivalent to blocking people's way of making money, which would end badly.

"Fifty thousand gold pounds, even for a big noble, is a huge amount of extra money."

According to etiquette, Audrey needed to meet these two guests who were attending Earl Hall's party for the first time, so she walked down the stairs and came to the hall.

Under the bright lights, the eyes of the surrounding guests were unconsciously attracted. Most of them were not seeing this Miss Hall for the first time, but every time, they would be as helpless as if it was the first time. The beauty described is so attractive that you can't take your eyes away.

Audrey was used to being watched. She maintained the best etiquette and walked through the crowd to come to the Viscount's son.

As she had expected, the newly grown-up son of a nobleman simply lost his mind. The possessiveness in his eyes made Audrey almost frown several times. Audrey had to go to the bathroom because she needed to. There is no good reason to get rid of the other party.

She couldn't stay in the hall any longer. In order to prevent the son of the viscount from getting involved again, Audrey had no choice but to give up talking to the upstart. It was indeed a bit rude, but as the daughter of an earl, a little willfulness could be forgiven.

But unexpectedly, when Audrey returned to the second floor and was walking back along the corridor, she saw the upstart coming out of a certain room.

It was Mr. Reid who should have stayed in the hall and enjoyed the guests.

At this point, come out of the private room.

Well, this kind of thing is also very common. Audrey looked vaguely at the door that was closed casually, guessing which noble lady or lady or gentleman would be inside.

Seeing Audrey, the other party was a little embarrassed, so she used a less graceful and skillful etiquette and said: "First time meeting, Miss Hall, I have met you just now, but unfortunately I didn't find a chance to talk to you. "

"Are you Mr. Reid?" Audrey said kindly and thoughtfully: "I am already very familiar with your name. People talk about Backlund's upstart in front of me every day. I am not disturbing you, am I?"

When you walk out of the room during the party, most of the time you don't want to be seen by others. No one knows how many people are in the room and what happened.

Then Mr. Reid's face began to turn red and he stammered: "No, I won't bother you."

"I was just discussing some academic topics with Viscount Gray Lint."

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