Lord of the Mysteries

9 a.m., Hillston Borough, inside a high-class hotel.

Klein picked up a bottle of exquisitely packaged white wine as he handed it over to the elder opposite him.

“Mr. Asnia, thank you for coming. This is a gift of mine. Please accept it.

“At the latest, I’ll make my decision by tomorrow. When the time comes, I might come and visit you in person.”

He was using such a euphemistic manner to inform the man that he had failed to be selected.

To be frank, he was actually rather pleased with Mr. Asnia. He perfectly met his image of a butler—stern, well-mannered, professional, a high level of mental understanding, and is good at handling all kinds of thorny issues.

As the oldest candidate who lived the furthest away, he had arrived half an hour ahead of time. He had been patiently waiting outside while Rebach and Walter were only fifteen minutes early.

If not for Arrodes mentioning that the latter two allowed for additional developments, Klein felt that he would’ve chosen this old gentleman. After all, his main goal was to use the butler’s social connections to more easily enter high society so as to make contact with the corresponding targets.

The white wine was specially bought from the Intis Srenzo Restaurant, costing him two pounds since he knew someone was destined to be disappointed while wasting money to travel to and fro by carriage.

This could effectively accentuate how generous Dwayne Dantès was and how gentlemanly he was as a mysterious tycoon.

In addition, he didn’t think it was right to belittle a butler from a noble family. Such people definitely knew plenty of people in high society, many professional butlers, and countless servants due to their past professional experiences. They covered the entire spectrum of people, and they could affect a gentleman’s image, and this was a necessary consideration for entering even higher social circles.

At present, the fifty-five-year-old Asnia had plenty of white hair. His blue eyes were ingrained with the wisdom that time had given him, so he didn’t reject Dwayne Dantès’s gift. He received it and glanced at it before bowing.

“I love white wine from Garrod. Thank you for your kindness. Your grace is admirable.”

Garrod? Yes, the waiter yesterday mentioned that it’s a brewery in Intis’s Champagne province. It’s well known for producing high-end grape wine. Some of the wine of certain vintage years are considered top-notch. Sigh, a butler knows more about wine than me. That’s right. Mr. Asnia had mentioned that wine cellars are directly under the charge of the butler or a butler assistant among nobles and the rich… Does this mean that I need to have a wine cellar in the future? Wine costing two pounds is at the bottom of the totem pole, while even Aurmir red wine from 1330 which costs 126 pounds isn’t even considered the best… How much would such a wine cellar cost… As he thought it over, Klein felt heavy in the chest. He began to suspect that the 2,888 pounds he had set aside from the gold coins weren’t going to last long.

the training he had during his time as a Clown, he definitely

fondness for it is the greatest form of praise for me. Mr. Asnia, please invite Mr.

to it. Less than five minutes later, Rebach knocked

eyes and mouth had some wrinkles which weren’t too distinct. He had a

in to take a seat while smiling. He went directly

Baron Syndras. Your father was the assistant butler to the Negan family, and your grandfather was the land steward of the same family. Many of your ancestors served the duke and his relatives until they returned to the arms of god. You should have had such a life trajectory as

just their names and aristocratic titles.

and answered, “Baron Syndras is a newly promoted noble, an old friend of the late duke. Therefore, I was sent to his family to help him and his family get accustomed to noble life and grasp

Negan’s father, the Pallas Negan who had been

leave the baron’s family

the kingdom. He was one of the earliest multi-millionaires, and he had a strong penchant for the New Party. He was willing to provide a certain degree of support

baron from being put in a difficult position, I offered to leave.

and asked, “You believe in

Lord gives us courage,

few more matters about butlers and received a detailed response. Then, he said with a smile, “Might I trouble you to

You can wait in the coffee house for about

Rebach didn’t harp on the matter and immediately got up to bow. After bidding farewell, he left in a manner that exuded

watched him leave and close the door, Klein sat back down, picked up his black tea, and took a sip. He muttered silently, If I were to

long, Walter arrived and entered after knocking

“What conflict did you have with Viscount Conrad’s butler? You should understand that I need to understand the situation. I

person who appeared taciturn. He thought for a few seconds and said, “As a butler assistant, I was responsible for the viscount’s

me changed. The butler treated me even worse, making me believe

of the Great Smog of Backlund… This matches Walter’s explanation… From the looks of it, this butler was one of the peripheral victims of that matter… He’s rather cautious and professional. He didn’t

then switched to asking some professional questions, expressing his desire to enter high society. After receiving

I’ll

“Sir, how may

kept maintaining a stern, old-fashioned, and unperturbed demeanor, as though these were the professional traits