Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 19 £10 Salary, £30 Drink Money

10 gold pounds!

The strong smell of ink is the smell of money.

Hastur bent his right middle finger and flicked it twice on the 10 gold note, making a tremor unique to the note.

Although 10 gold pounds is not much, it is the first money I have earned, although this money is somewhat suspected of being soft food.

"Shall we have some wine together after get off work?" When getting off work, Harley came over with a smile on his face and extended an invitation.

Because Hastur told him that he would not come to the bank to work from next week, so that he would not have to worry about finding suitable business cases.

This sounds a little embarrassing, but Harley is still very happy, it is best to send him away early, so as not to be distracted every day.

"It's a good choice."

Hastur nodded in response. No matter what, it was the first time he came to this world to pay his wages, and it was indeed worth commemorating.

Greck should also be invited, after all, he arranged this job for himself.

Hasta asks Harley to ask if Greg is free tonight, and if so, let's go out for a drink together.

"Tonight will be as you wish."

Harley left very briskly, and the smile he couldn't hide from the corner of his mouth betrayed the joy in his heart.

That is His Excellency Greck, the heir of Duke Negan. He has no chance to meet such a big man on weekdays. Even the order to assign him to help take care of Hastur was informed by a vice president who has a good relationship with him. of.

"President Joel should be free tonight, right?"

"Even if he is not free, he will not refuse the opportunity to get closer to Mr. Greg."

"Then how about inviting President Bouton as well?"

"Forget it, I and President Joel are enough to accompany you tonight, too many people are not conducive to enhancing the relationship."

Harley kept thinking in his heart, as if he had become a big shot himself.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the Crown Bar located in the commercial center of Hillston District, there were six people sitting in a luxury private room.

The inviter of the bar gathering tonight, Hasta, Harley who is in charge of contacting the guests, the key guest, Greck, and the other three are all senior figures of Bavat Bank.

Facing Hastur's inquiring gaze, Harley looked embarrassed and fidgeted.

He originally thought about making an extra appointment with President Joel, after all, the president was very kind to him, but he didn't expect the other two presidents to come with President Joel after hearing the news.

This was beyond his expectation, but everyone has come, so we can't drive people away, right?

Hasta also thought this way, thinking that he would not work in the bank again in a short time, so he didn't care.

Greg was sitting beside Hastur, leaning on the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, holding a glass of Monica in his right hand and shaking it gently.

He naturally understood that those people came for him tonight, but he didn't like people who were too careless.

Greck didn't speak, and Hasta didn't like dealing with strangers very much, and there was nothing to talk about after a few chats. Harley, who noticed that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, gave full play to his ability to mobilize the atmosphere.

Soon, the voices of drinking and chatting gradually increased.

At around ten o'clock, Greg left first, and before leaving, he asked Hasta to attend his banquet next Sunday.

After another half an hour, the other three senior bank executives also left, leaving only Hastur and Harley.

"What happened tonight is that I didn't think carefully, please forgive me."

There were no outsiders, Harley stood up, swept away his drunken appearance just now, bowed deeply, and his attitude was very sincere.

Hastur waved his hands and smiled: "I believe this is not your intention, and you won't blame anything for it, and it's good to have a little fun."

Harley breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go out to help Hasta pay the bill, but this behavior was stopped by Hasta who knew his thoughts.

Tonight's party is not too long, but it costs a lot. He will not let Harley pay for himself. This is a small party for him to invite Greg. Even Greg didn't rush to pay the bill, but let him Late protagonist.

When he came to the front desk, Hasta paid the bill of 30 pounds 8 soli with a deadpan face.

Not just one week's pay, but three weeks' pay!
It really deserves to be a luxury bar located in the commercial center, and the price is indeed worthy of its location.

Greg's smiling and silent eyes just now seemed to have seen this scene in advance.

Harley also took a breath when he saw the bill.

After leaving the Crown Bar, Hastur hired a carriage and went home, looking out the window to sober up.

He didn't drink much, but he was a little dizzy, mainly because Greg kept asking him to drink, which made him a little overwhelmed.

On the contrary, he was a little thankful that Harley had invited three other guests, otherwise Greg would have been able to drink with him until one or two in the middle of the night tonight.

After returning home, Hastur took a comfortable bath and finally recovered from the dizzy feeling just now.

When he came out of the bath, it was already [-]:[-], so he didn't have the desire to continue reading, and he was really sleepy.

Lying on the soft bed, it didn't take long to fall asleep.

Before going to bed, he habitually whipped the lamp god.

……

The next day, Hastur didn't wake up until 10:30, went to the bathroom to freshen up, took another bath, and then changed into a new set of clothes and went out.

The Metropolitan Helps Household Servants Association, which is a very professional association, is very good at providing suitable butlers and other staff for nobles or wealthy people.

It was raining lightly in Backlund today, and Hastur got down from the carriage with a black umbrella.

He came here today mainly to hire a suitable housekeeper and let him handle all the trivial matters of life.

At the reception desk, Belin looked at Hastur who was walking towards him with his umbrella put away, and a gleam of surprise flashed in his pupils.

A neat yet elegant formal attire, slightly curly blond hair, a face that people can't help but look at a few more times, and a little youthful smell revealed from all over his body.

Could it be the young Baron Campbell?

Belin had some guesses in her heart, lowered her head and straightened her dress, and then with a smile, she took the initiative to leave the reception desk and went forward to chat.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you? Ah yes, what's your name?"

"Hasta Campbell, I need a good professional housekeeper."

Belin's eyes lit up, and she sighed in her heart, it really was the young Baron Campbell!

The real person is more handsome and good-looking than the rumors.

Some time ago, after the young baron's butler passed away, the Metropolitan Help Household Servant Association received news and had been waiting to introduce a good housekeeper to the baron.

Unfortunately, the other party never came, and instead dismissed the servants at home.

"Lord Campbell, please sit here."

Belin suppressed the surprise in her heart, blushed slightly, and led Hastur to the reception area, pointing to a fabric sofa.

"Please take a moment, I'll ask someone to fetch the corresponding information so that you can choose."

"Well, it's troublesome."

"Do you prefer coffee or black tea?"

"black tea."

She asked Hasta to sit for a while, got up and gave some instructions, and she walked briskly into the room and made a cup of marquis black tea.

Hastur took a sip and said softly, "Not bad black tea."

"As long as you like it."

Belin smiled even more happily. This is her special tea for herself, and she would not serve it to ordinary people.

Not long after, someone fetched a stack of documents. Belin took the documents and said with a smile: "There are three housekeepers who meet your requirements, and they are..."

Belin gave a brief introduction to the three housekeepers, Hastur listened silently, and only after she finished all the introductions did he speak:
"They are all very good housekeepers. I can't make a decision immediately. I will let them come to my place at nine o'clock tomorrow. I will make a decision after the interview."

Belin laughed: "This is a wise and smart decision."

The two chatted a little more, and Hastur said goodbye and left. In the afternoon, he would go to Backlund University to attend lectures.

"Oh, it's a pity that I'm not a housekeeper, otherwise it would be a very good thing to take care of such a master's basic necessities."

Belin felt a pity, it was much better to stay with such a young baron than to be a receptionist here.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Wayne, who had finished his lecture, asked Hasta to stay for a while.

"This Friday, I'm going to the dock area to do some things, do you have time?"

After Hastur nodded in agreement, Professor Wayne smiled and said: "No matter how much law you learn, it's not as good as experiencing life yourself. There are not only nobles in Backlund."

Hastur understood the meaning of Professor Wayne's words. He wanted to take himself to the dock area for a practical lesson.

"Laws are designed to benefit more people. If a law can only benefit a minority, then it is by no means a good law." Professor Wayne sighed.

The life of the common people at the bottom cannot even be guaranteed three meals a day, and the brilliance of the law seems to be difficult to shine into the area shrouded in haze.

He had a hunch that the young baron in front of him would definitely go far in the future, so he wanted the baron to understand how polarized the world was.

Not sure what the future will really do.

(End of this chapter)