Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 35 Birthday

early morning.

Carl stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting his collar and sleeves.

Today he wore a wide-brimmed hat, a wool overcoat, a black vest, trousers, and leather boots.

Her attire was somewhat similar to the Byzantine style from her past life memories, but with more exquisite and gorgeous embroidery patterns.

This set cost one gold coin and three pounds.

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

It cost a lot of money, but the results were not bad.

Karl had rugged features and burn scars on his face, giving him an impression of being fierce and unapproachable.

After putting on this outfit, his demeanor became much more refined, making him look more like a serious and successful person.

Pushing open the door, Jenny had already prepared breakfast.

When conditions allowed, Carl never shortchanged himself; once he had money, his first instruction to Mary and her daughter was to improve the quality of their meals.

This extra payment put no pressure on him and kept him in a good mood every day.

The table was laden with cereal and milk, bread and jam, as well as some dried fruit, ham, and cold cuts of meat...

A lavish breakfast is befitting the status of a respectable aristocrat.

Good morning, Baron Karl.

Jenny put down the fruit plate she was holding and looked over curiously:

Are you going to a banquet?

Such elaborate attire is not commonly seen.

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"Today is Evonne's birthday."

"Oh!" Jenny remembered the exquisitely beautiful girl, as delicate as a porcelain doll, and nodded upon hearing this:

"Are you free tonight?"

"What?" Karl stopped eating and looked up.

"What's up?"

"Mmm." Jenny blushed and took out two tickets from her pocket, still warm from her body:

"Today is my first official stage performance, and I hope you can come and join me. You can bring a friend with you."

"Congratulations." Karl smiled, took the ticket, glanced at it casually, and said with some surprise:

"The Wim Opera House?"

This is no ordinary opera house that hosts small concerts; it ranks among the top three in Signoria, and many grand ceremonies are held here.

"Yes." Jenny clasped her hands tightly, her face flushed.

"The Barrow Choir was invited to perform at the Wim Opera House to prepare for the upcoming Christmas celebrations."

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

"That's wonderful," Carl nodded.

"I guessed you would make it big someday, but I didn't expect to see you at the opera house so soon."

"I'll definitely be there!"

Jenny smiled broadly.

She had actually performed on stage before, but only in small places, and Karl wasn't specifically invited.

That was all for this surprise.

Watching Carl leave, Jenny pumped her little fist, her face beaming with joy.

"This time, I'll definitely surprise you."

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Fivepence.

It rained last night.

Thanks to the city of Signoria's less-than-ideal infrastructure, there are inevitably puddles and potholes on the ground.

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

Before we even got close to the hotel, the noise filled our ears.

"Hello, you hang out with a bunch of shady friends all day, and you call prostitutes to keep you company all the time."

Kingsley roared:

"Look at all those clothes in the living room, they're covered in this sticky stuff, it just makes me feel nauseous!"

"Do you have the right to talk to me like that?" A familiar voice rang out:

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

"Who are you talking about?"

"shut up!"

"Clang..."

"Splash..."

Roars and curses mingled together, and every now and then one could hear shouts and cries of pain.

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him!"

Dressed in a princess dress, Ivani looked at the scene before her with tears in her eyes and a helpless expression, crying out as she rushed forward to pull at the object:

"It's my birthday today, please stop hitting me."

"what!"

Suddenly, someone exerted force, pushing her backward repeatedly, and she was about to crash into the wine cabinet.

"careful."

Carl appeared just in time, reaching out to stop Ivanie, looking at the scene with surprise:

"What's going on?"

What should have been a joyous birthday celebration has turned into a full-blown brawl, with a group of people tearing each other apart.

There was his uncle's family and other guests; the scene was chaotic, and even the hotel staff couldn't separate them.

Carl knew that these relatives didn't get along well with each other, but he didn't expect it to be this bad; when they started fighting, they were all ruthless.

Even women were tearing each other apart like madmen.

"Waaah..." Upon hearing this, Ivani, looking panicked and helpless, burst into tears and buried her face in Karl's arms.

"Cousin Carl, sob..."

"never mind."

Carl shook his head:

"Make them stop first."

"Sit down and get some rest."

After helping Evonne sit down, Carl appeared in the center of the room, grabbed someone with his large hand, and tossed them backward.

He was strong and powerful, and everything he passed was thrown away, and in a short while the scene became quiet.

Everyone was panting, but Karl stood there calmly, even straightening his tie.

"so……"

He scanned the entire room and began to speak slowly:

"What's going on?"

"divorce!"

A person suddenly shouted:

"We can't live like this anymore, let's get a divorce today!"

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

Kingsley was drawn to this aspect, which is why she insisted on marrying him despite her family's objections.

unfortunately,

The couple's marriage was not as sweet and loving as the story in the book describes; instead, it was filled with all sorts of trivial matters.

Within two years, they went their separate ways, and their marriage existed in name only.

Every time the two of them are together, they argue, and this time seems to be no exception.

"Fine, let's get a divorce!"

Kingsley, his clothes sharp and imposing, roared:

"I shouldn't have married you in the first place!"

"They should have gotten a divorce long ago." The portly, small-eyed Gergiel didn't try to dissuade him, but instead snorted coldly.

"My daughter has been married to you for so many years, she should give you some compensation."

"Compensation?" Josie, Kingsley's husband, sneered upon hearing this.

"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 even want that courtyard in Dongcheng anymore."

"That yard wasn't worth much anyway," Kingsley said dismissively.

"Don't think I don't know, you have some money in the bank, and a portion of it belongs to me."

"nonsense……"

"Then let's do the math."

Carl shook his head, ignoring the argument, and went to Evangeline to present her with a gift.

"Happy birthday."

"cousin."

Ivani sniffled, her face flushed from crying, and nodded:

"Thanks."

Karl turned to the side, glancing at Ivanie's disheveled hair, his gaze lingering on the familiar hairpin.

"A birthday present from my sister."

Upon seeing this, Yvonne removed the hairpin, her voice trembling with tears:

"They said it cost a lot of money to buy, and I really like it."

"yes."

Karl seemed to be deep in thought:

"If you like it, that's good."

He glanced back at Kingsley, who looked like a madwoman, chuckled, and subconsciously shook his head.

people,

Always complicated.

"cousin."

He raised his hand in a gesture:

"I'm actually planning to buy a house recently, why don't you sell me your courtyard house in the East District?"

"The price is negotiable."

(End of this chapter)