Chapter 564

Blue sky and sunny day, Mediterranean sea breeze brings warm and humid air to Milan, the art and fashion capital of a hundred years ago,

today is a fine day.

The manor on the outskirts of the city, walking in the bright carpet corridor, viscount baroffi stepped forward in the direction of the meeting room, followed by the deacons and guards close to him.

When he reached the door of the reception hall with his back straight, viscount barofil opened his mouth and asked:

"are those two guests in there?"

The Deacon with white gloves behind him came up to him, took hold of the doorknob and whispered:

"yes, your viscount."

Then slowly opened the door for him.

At first glance, there are deep red gilt edged curtains with white yarn hanging down, elegant bookshelves in the corner, and a row of books with gilt covers inside,

the walls around are hung with their favorite oil paintings, and every other inch of walls are filled with decorative patterns, which will not appear to be simple blank. The ancient copper leather sofa has a rich style At the moment, in the reception hall, viscount barofer saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and at the moment when he saw them, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's totally different from two arrogant old men or a couple of rich businessmen that I think is a young man and a young girl.

The girl was wearing a beautiful skirt that attracted people at a glance. The complicated design of black and white colors made the dresses of aristocratic ladies she had seen become a foil. She was sitting beside the young man like a beautiful doll,

and the young man...

the face in the Far East?

"Good morning, sir and lady, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Viscount barofi introduced himself with a smile and then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the older looking youth.

"I am the master of this manor, viscount barofer fillmy."

Then he pauses for a moment, but he doesn't wait for the other party to introduce himself. He just sees...

the delicate girl seems to be asking and looks at the youth around him. They communicate with each other in a language they don't understand. Then the girl in the beautiful skirt looks at herself, nods to confirm, and the clear voice rings:

"hello...

" >After a pause, she remembered to add a title.

"Monsieur viscount."

That's it?

How about self introduction? What's your name? What's your identity and purpose? Why did this little girl tell me?

This is not in line with the high society's opening communication, let barofer slightly frown, but soon he suddenly some ponder understand.

This young man from the Far East can't speak Italian,

so he asked the girl to speak for him.

Thinking of this, he decided not to worry about the other party's impoliteness and address matters. After all, he was a foreign friend from other countries. He didn't know that the etiquette and language here were normal.

What's more, the other party had already given himself enough "meeting gifts".

"Well, let's not pay attention to those small problems. This gentleman and this beautiful lady don't know what you are looking for me today?"

Viscount baroffi put on his face an elegant and proud smile, and without concealing the blazing heat in his eyes, he said:

"of course, if it is a business related to gold mines, I would be very happy to talk to you two."

Yes, people who can take out a piece of gold to find themselves must be related to this aspect!

Barofi is quite sure of his conjecture, but he is wondering whether his personal connections and wealth will be enough if he participates in the gold mining business.

he has already considered whether to go to see Madame Visconti to talk about this matter...

Mrs. Visconti is a lady of Milan who inherited her late husband, the earl After a ball, viscount baroffi, who only thought about it, saw that after hearing his words, the young man with the appearance of Far East people, who was very special in temperament, chuckled a little,

then he took out a white card and calmly put it in front of him.

Viscount barrofey looked at him in disbelief, and the young man in the opposite side looked at himself calmly. Then he took up the card, which was written in black and white, with words that made his eyes stagnant.

it seemed that there was an iron voice in his ears!

"Sell your manor to me"

although there is no force that does not make people forget anything, the words written on this card seem to have other forces that let barofer breathe.

But he soon felt ridiculous. Are you kidding?This is a manor that he has been running for many years. On the edge of the prosperous city of Milan, which is envied by many other nobles,

How could he sell it.

With a frown of displeasure, viscount baroffi coldly watched him push the card back to the other party's body, and said in a very cold voice:

"Sir, if you come for such a ridiculous and impolite request, don't blame me for inviting you..."

Dong...

the words stopped suddenly with the sound of knocking!

As soon as his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take something out of his suitcase and put it on his hand.

The strong and fascinating color seems to have the magic power to make people crazy about it. Barofer swore to God that he had never seen this kind of object appear in this pure size...

it's another piece of gold!

His eyes widened in disbelief's eyes. Viscount baroffi looked at this piece of gold which was the size of a stone before. He felt that his brain was not enough to be impacted by such unimaginable communication!

Is this man crazy!?

He has so much gold with him!?

Suddenly, he looked at the young man sitting opposite him. He was wearing a black vest and a suit jacket that was in line with the season. He sat quietly here. He was clearly facing a Viscount, but there was no tension of common people. There was a confidence that he was the master here!

Viscount barofil sat up and looked at the whole piece of gold the same size as a brick on the table, which showed his unshakable determination and confidence. He felt that all his common sense and social negotiation skills had become extremely weak and pale.

As for the guards behind him, they were stunned.

"Sir... Who are you..."

The bottom line and rationality were challenged in the most crude way. Viscount baroffi swallowed what he had not said just now. His elegant demeanor could not be maintained. He looked at the young man opposite in surprise, and spoke cautiously and difficultly.

He can not be careless, in the face of a person who throws out a whole piece of gold, he has to be careful!

But the other party didn't answer. He laughed and then tapped the card again with his finger.

"Sell your manor to me"

the words of the white card do have power, which makes barofer have to look at it from the ridiculous to the wavering.

"Sir, you have to know that although you are generous... My manor is not just...".

Kuang Dang.

This time, it was a loud crash. At the moment when barrow felt his throat dry and choked by something, he looked at the other party like a piece of sundry, and threw it directly on the table. He felt that the other party was too lazy to bargain and was impatient about wasting time. All he wanted to say was blocked back to his heart.

Because this time it's a gold bar.

Viscount baroffi felt that he must have looked very unsophisticated at the moment, but his thinking had begun to be barren and he had no time to think about it.

He looked directly at the gold on the table in front of him. He began to waver in his mind and became thirsty. He could not help thinking about selling the manor.

Although the conditions and location of this manor are very good, in the final analysis, it is just a vacation place on the side of Milan. Without this place, I can go to Florence...

and if I have the gold... I can buy more assets in Rome, and if I am good at using it, my reputation, status and voice will be improved Marquis... No, in war, marquis can even come true!

Even if the whole collection of his manor is included, and the servants and horses are included, it is only a thousand lire gold coins...

facing the wealth far beyond the manor, viscount barofi only took a very short time to make up his mind.

Now that I have decided to sell this manor, what I need to consider now is how to talk about more prices from the mysterious but rich young man in front of me!

After taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiation skills could be used again. Although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table, viscount barofer finally raised his head and said with a polite smile:

"Dear Sir, your wealth makes me wonder, but please let me introduce my manor to you in detail."

In the next few minutes, viscount barofer tried his best to describe how good the Viscount's manor was. The intention of "I want a higher price" was hidden in the euphemistic and gorgeous words, which made him feel that his eloquence at this moment was excellent.

Just at the moment when he finished speaking, he saw the young man who had been listening to him smile at the girl beside him and didn't know what to say. Then he heard the girl in the black and white Gothic skirt suddenly open his mouth, as if repeating the youth's meaning, simply and directly puncturing his words."You're lying."

The smile froze suddenly, and Viscount baroffi was stunned. He was cold with this sentence for some reason.

there were exaggerations and even fictions in his words just now, but he didn't understand how the other party could see it.

did they make an investigation before that!?

Barofer felt that he had grasped the key point, and was a little annoyed that he had just been dazzled by desire, and that he had exposed his mind too rashly.

Then he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and decided to pull down the price increase just now, at least to ensure that the current price does not let the other party realize that he has a greater interest.

But before he opened his mouth, he saw the young man on the opposite side casually mentioned the suitcase that people coveted how much wealth there was in it,

again, again! Throw a piece of gold madly!

The calm words of the youth written on the attached card seem to have the power to ignore any money price.

"But I don't care, except for your personal belongings and your men.

" I'll buy everything in this manor.

the moment he saw the letters, viscount barofer took a breath and looked at the two large pieces of gold and a huge gold bar on the table. He couldn't hide his deep emotion and shock:

"of course, sir, from this one The manor is yours. "

The power of gold makes everything simple.

After saying this, barrow Fei's face was full of kitsch smile, looking at the young man in a suit shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him, and said with a smile:

"I'll send my housekeeper to the city hall to handle all kinds of transfer procedures, and within the evening, the manor will be completely under your name."

"Excuse me, then."

Viscount baroffi, who got up and decided to find someone to identify the authenticity of the gold, was shocked by the ups and downs.

he suddenly had an idea,

if he could make use of his Viscount's position and means, could he use some tough measures to look at the figure who was the successor of a rich family, and then...

hum!

In an instant, the stiffness of the sudden spread in the body!

There is nothing clearly, but I feel that there is something to grasp their wrists and entangle their neck!

Barofer felt cold and unable to move. At this moment, he only felt an inexplicable fear spreading in his heart. Then he heard a clear voice behind him and said calmly:

"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."

At the moment when the words "alchemy, witchcraft, magic, strangeness and unknown" crossed his mind,

barrofe trembled for a moment, and then decided to wait for the transfer of the contract and the gold in the afternoon to return to Rama tonight! No matter what happens here again!

He knew that the combination of youth and delicate girls in the Far East was too strange!

Bang!

The people in the reception hall were closed in a hurry by the bodyguard's figure,

in the gorgeous room, only young people and girls sitting on leather sofas were left. After a look at the luxurious reception hall,

they just looked at Ling, who was sitting beside them, and also raised their delicate small faces and blinked their eyes:

"beautiful work,"

then he exhaled, touched the girl's head, and spoke softly:

"now we have a home."

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delier, the town is coming to an end again in the dusk of the day.

But in the mayor's home, it seems that some are not very calm, the mayor's wife sat on one side, listening to her husband nervous and a handsome male explanation.

"God forbid, I promise that every word I say is true. The young man broke into our house in the middle of the night and threw us a piece of gold to listen to him!"

"My wife and I were scared. He looked terrible at that time. His cold face only reminds me of those legendary evil alchemists!"

The mayor's words were filled with uneasiness and fear. In front of them, the handsome and bright European man raised an eyebrow on his face, which seemed to be thinking with a frown and asked:

"so you reported this to the church?"

"Yes, I am a devout believer."

The mayor put his hands together, and said with a little sweat, but he couldn't help floating to the gold of the stone size on the table, which was obviously painful.

Myerson took a look and didn't pierce the timid mayor, who was obviously superstitious, but at least knew that life was more important than money. In fact, he was afraid that the evil alchemist in legend would use the curse of taking people's souls on gold.

"Well, I see. The Lord will bless you."Myerson got up, his white church salute clothes swung out, and then left a light sentence.

"There is no curse on gold. You can use this wealth with ease."

The mayor and his wife, who heard this sentence, opened their eyes in surprise.

After walking out of the courtyard, Myerson stopped. Another figure in a white and noble robe rolled over from under the house and fell beside him. His face was a little unrestrained and waved her wavy blonde hair, which aroused the charming corners of the Italian's mouth:

"I'm sure, the female tailor in the tailor's shop is similar to that. It seems that a casual one has come to use it before this town Gold pays for the rich. "

"Don't be careless, higg. We didn't come back from the Vatican to let you play with women. No matter how rich a rich man would be, he would not be so extravagant as to use gold to pay for his expenses."

Myerson looked at higg seriously like a prodigal son in love, and then he stepped forward and spoke quietly:

"the Pope asked us to come here to help the man, then We must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues. We must make sure that the man, like the timid mayor, guessed... Is an "evil alchemist."

"Well, well, I'll listen to you."

Higg put out his hands and said nothing.

"Any clues to that man?"

"They are said to have been seen at the station."

"Station? Where are they going

"Milan."

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