The Magician of Clow

Chapter 648 The Power of Gold

The blue sky is sunny, and the Mediterranean sea breeze sends warm and humid air to Milan, the capital of art and fashion a hundred years ago,
Today is another beautiful day.

In the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking in the bright carpeted corridor, Viscount Barofi walked towards the living room, followed by his personal deacons and guards.

After straightening his spine and walking to the door of the living room, Viscount Barofi asked for confirmation:
"The two guests are inside?"

The deacon behind him with white gloves walked up to him, grabbed the doorknob and said in a low voice:

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

Then slowly opened the door for him.

As far as the eye can see, there are dark red curtains inlaid with gold and white gauze hanging down, and there is an elegant bookshelf in the corner, and a row of books with gold-plated covers are placed inside.
My favorite oil paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and every other inch of the walls is filled with decorative patterns without blank spaces that would appear simple.

The bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and quills and inks are neatly placed on the edge of the coffee table.

In the living room at this moment, Viscount Barofi saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, he frowned slightly.

It is completely different from the two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple I thought,
It was a young man and a girl.

The girl was wearing a beautiful skirt that attracted people at a glance. The complex design in black and white made the skirts of the noble ladies I had seen become a foil.

With her exquisite appearance, she sat beside the young man like a delicate doll,
And that young man.
Faces from the Far East.?

"Good morning, sir, lady, it is a pleasure to meet you,"

Viscount Barofi introduced himself gracefully with a smile on his face, then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or mainly the older-looking young man.

"I am the owner of this manor, Viscount Barofi Philemi."

Then he paused for a moment, but he didn't wait for the other party's self-introduction, he just saw...
The delicate girl turned her head to look at the young man beside her as if she was inquiring. The two exchanged something in a language they didn't understand.
Then the girl in a beautiful skirt looked at herself, nodded to confirm, and a crisp voice sounded:
"Hello."

Then she paused for a moment before remembering to add a title.

"Your Excellency."

that's it?
How about introducing yourself, where are your names?What are your identities and intentions?Why is this little girl talking to me?

This opening exchange, which is extremely unsuitable for the upper class, made Viscount Barofi frowned slightly,

But soon he suddenly figured it out.

This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian,

That's why he let the girl speak for him.

Thinking of this, he readily decided not to care about the other party's impoliteness and address. After all, he is a foreign friend from another country. It is normal to not know the etiquette and language here.

What's more, the other party has already given him enough 'meeting ceremony'.

"Okay, let's not worry about those small problems. This gentleman, this beautiful lady, I don't know what you are looking for me today?"

Viscount Barofi put on an elegant and proud smile on his face, and said without hiding the heat in his eyes:

"Of course, if it's a business related to gold mines, I'd be very happy to chat with you two."

That's right, the person who can take out a piece of gold at once came to him, it must be related to this aspect!
For his guess, Barofi was quite sure, but he was wondering whether his contacts and wealth would be enough if he participated in this gold mining business.
He was already considering whether to talk to Mrs. Visconti about it.
Mrs. Visconti is a lady of Milan who inherited the title of her deceased husband's count. The two once met after a ball
Just thinking about this, the Viscount Barrowfield saw that the young man with a very special temperament from the Far East smiled slightly after hearing what he said.
Then he took out a white card and calmly placed it in front of him.

Viscount Barofi glanced suspiciously, and the young man on the opposite side looked at him calmly and indifferently, then he picked up the card, on which were written words that made his eyes freeze,

It seemed that there was an iron-like majestic and cold voice sounding peacefully in my ears!
'Sell me your estate'

Although it doesn't have the power to make people forget anything, the words written on this card seem to have other powers, making Barofi suffocate.

But he soon felt ridiculous, what are you kidding?
This is a manor he has been running for many years, and it is envied by many other nobles on the edge of the bustling city of Milan.

How could he possibly sell it.

Frowning in displeasure, Viscount Barofi watched him coldly as he pushed the card back in front of the opponent, and said in an extremely indifferent tone:
"Don't blame me for inviting you, sir, if you have come here for such an absurd and impolite request."

thump.
The words stopped abruptly with the sound of knocking!

The moment his movements froze and his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take out something from the suitcase and put it in his hand.

The thick and fascinating brilliant color seems to have the magic power to make the world obsessed with madness. Barofi swears to God, he has never seen this kind of item appear in such sheer size
Another piece of gold!
His eyes widened incredulously, Viscount Barofi looked at the gold that was the size of a stone compared to the previous one,

This piece of thick gold was already the size of a palm, and I just felt that my brain was not enough to be impacted by such an unimaginable communication!

Is this man crazy! ?

He carried so much gold with him! ?
All of a sudden, he looked at the young man sitting opposite him in amazement. He was wearing a black vest and suit jacket that fit the season, and he sat here calmly,

Even though he was facing a viscount, he didn't have the slightest nervousness that belonged to ordinary people. He had the confidence that he was the master here!

Viscount Barofi sat up straight all of a sudden, looking at the whole piece of gold on the table the size of a brick, which showed the other party's unshakable determination and confidence,
I feel that all my common sense and social negotiation skills have become extremely weak and pale in front of this.

As for the guards behind him, they were all dumbfounded.

"Sir. Who are you?"

The bottom line and rationality were challenged in the most brutal way, and Viscount Barofi swallowed what he had just said,
Unable to maintain her elegant demeanor, she looked at the young man opposite in surprise and spoke with some difficulty in a cautious tone.

He couldn't be careless, facing a person who casually threw a whole piece of gold, he had to be cautious!
But the other party didn't answer and he smiled, and then tapped the card again with his fingers.

'Sell me your estate'

The words on the blank paper card did have power, so Barofi had to look there, from thinking that the other party was ridiculous, to thinking about it with a wavering mind.

"Sir. You have to know that although you spend a lot of money, my estate is not the only one."

bang.

This time it was a loud impact. In Barrowfei, he felt that his throat was dry and he was being pinched by something. He looked at the other party as if it was a miscellaneous object. It was no big deal and he threw it on the table directly.

At the moment when he felt that the other party was too lazy to bargain and wasted time, and was a little impatient, all he wanted to say was blocked back to his heart.

Because this time it's a gold bar.

Viscount Barrowfei felt that his expression at the moment must be very inelegant, but his thinking had begun to be barren and he had no time to think about it.

He stared straight at the gold on the table in front of him, his mind wavered and turned into dry mouth, and he couldn't 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 spot on the side of Milan. Without this place, I can go to Florence.
And if you have this gold, you can buy more assets in Rome, and if you are good at using it, your reputation, status, and right to speak will be improved, count. No, during the war, the marquis may even accomplish!

Even if you count all the collections in your own manor, including those servants and horses, it is only more than 1000 lire in gold coins.
Facing wealth far exceeding that of the manor, Viscount Barofi only took a very short time to finalize his idea.

Now that he has decided to sell the manor, all he needs to consider now is how to negotiate more prices from this mysterious but rich young man in front of him!
Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiating skills had come into play again, although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time,

But Viscount Barofi finally raised his head, showed a polite smile and said:

"My dear sir, I am amazed at your wealth, but please allow me to introduce you to my manor in detail."

In the next few minutes, Viscount Barofi tried his best to describe how good the Viscount's manor was, and the intention of "I want a higher price" was hidden in the euphemistic and gorgeous words,

Let him feel that his eloquence at this moment is simply great.

But at the moment he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him who had been listening without interrupting, smiled at the girl beside him and said something,
Then he heard the girl in the black and white gothic skirt speak suddenly, as if repeating the young man's meaning, piercing his words simply and directly.

"you are lying."

The smiling expression froze suddenly, and Viscount Barrowfield was slightly taken aback, feeling cold all over when he was uttered by this sentence for some reason,
There were indeed exaggerated and even fictional parts in what he just said, but he didn't understand how the other party saw it.

Could it be that they did a survey in advance! ?
Barofei felt that he had grasped the key point, and was a little annoyed that he was dazzled by desire just now, and exposed his thoughts by opening his mouth too recklessly.

Then he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and decided to lower 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 could open his mouth, he saw the young man on the opposite side casually picking up the suitcase that made people covet how much wealth was inside.

Once again, again!Throw a piece of gold like crazy!
The calm words of the youth written on the accompanying card seem to have the power to ignore any monetary price.

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

'I buy everything in this estate'

The moment he saw this line of letters, Viscount Barofi took a deep breath, looked at the two big pieces of gold and a huge gold bar on the table, he could not hide his excitement and shock and said deeply:
"Of course, sir, from this moment the estate is yours."

The power of gold makes everything easier.

After saying this, a kitsch smile appeared on Barofi's face. Looking at the young man in a suit shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him, he said with a smile:
"I will immediately send my butler to the city hall to go through various transfer procedures, and within the evening, this manor will be completely under your name."

"Then please allow me to excuse me for a moment."

Standing up, Viscount Barofi, who decided to find someone to verify the authenticity of these golds, felt the ups and downs of shock,
He suddenly had an idea,
If you take advantage of your status and means as a Viscount, can you use some slightly tougher methods to get rid of the figure who seems to be the heir of a wealthy family?
hum!
In an instant, the sudden stiffness spread across the body!

Obviously there is nothing, but I feel something grabbing my ankle and wrapping around my neck!
Feeling cold and unable to move, Barofei only felt an inexplicable fear spreading in his heart at this moment, and then he heard a crisp voice behind him calmly speaking:
"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."

At the moment when words such as alchemy, witchcraft, magic, weirdness, and unknown crossed my mind,
Barofi trembled all over, and instantly dispelled the crooked thoughts he had just thought, and then decided to wait until the transfer of the contract in the afternoon is completed and the gold is in hand, and he will return to Rome tonight!Don't care about anything that happens here!

He knew that the combination of a young man from the Far East and a delicate girl was too strange!
Maybe the other party has some mysterious power from the east!

boom!
The people in the living room were closed in a hurry by the figure following the guard,

In the gorgeous room, only young people and girls sitting on the leather sofa are left. Looking at this luxuriously decorated living room,
Fangran blinked at Ling who was sitting next to him and raised her delicate face to look at him:

"Good job,"

Then he exhaled and touched the girl's head, and said softly:
"Now we have a home."

De Lier, the town ushered in the end of the day at dusk.

It's just that the mayor's house seemed a little uneasy. The mayor's wife sat on the side nervously, listening to her husband nervously explaining to a handsome man.

"God bless, I guarantee that everything I said is true, that young man broke into our house in the middle of the night, and then threw us a piece of gold, let us listen to him!"

"My wife and I were terrified. He looked horrific. His cold face only reminded me of those legendary evil alchemists!"

There was anxiety and fear in the words of the mayor, but in front of them, the handsome and bright European man in expensive clothes raised his eyebrows and asked as if he was frowning and thinking:
"So you reported this to the church?"

"Yes, I am a devout Christian."

The mayor rubbed his hands together, and said with a little shame, but his eyes kept drifting to the pebble-sized piece of gold on the table, obviously heartbroken.

Myerson glanced at it, but didn't reveal that the cowardly mayor, who was obviously superstitious but at least knew that his life was more important than money, was actually afraid that the evil alchemist in the legend would use gold to snatch it. Something like the curse of people's souls.

"Well, I get it, the Lord will bless you,"

Myerson got up, flicked the white church salute coat on his body and walked out, and then left a word.

"There is no curse on gold, you can use this wealth with confidence."

The mayor and the mayor's wife who heard these words in the house opened their eyes wide in surprise and surprise.

Walking out of the courtyard, Myerson stopped, and another figure in a white and luxurious cassock rolled over from under the house and landed beside him, flicking his wavy blond hair with a slightly unrestrained expression, evoking the charming corner of the Italian's mouth:

"Ask me clearly. The female seamstress in the tailor's shop said the same thing. It seems that a rich man came to this town before and paid him with gold."

"Don't be careless, Higgs, we didn't come back from the Vatican to let you half-heartedly play with women, no matter how rich a rich man is, he is not so extravagant that he can pay for expenses with gold,"

Myerson looked seriously at Higg, who was like a prodigal son in love, and then walked forward, while calmly speaking:
"The Pope asked us to come here to help that lord. We must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues. We must confirm whether that person is an 'evil alchemist' as the cowardly town mayor guessed."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Higg spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Any clues about that person?"

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

"Station? Where are they going?"

"Milan."

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(End of this chapter)