The terrible storm was like it suddenly arrived, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

For most ordinary people, the death of Paladin Monstock was just an important topic in chatting and was soon forgotten by people.

The peace of the past was quickly restored in the capital, and new and more interesting topics replaced the news of the death of the old Paladin commander. The most interesting one was the establishment of the preparatory meeting.

This is a thing that interests everyone in the capital, especially those businessmen.

They had already learned about this news half a month ago. If it weren't for the sudden storm that the establishment of the meeting was interrupted for a while, the meeting would have been established at the beginning of the month.

Although merchants were inevitably a little timid and afraid of the Law and Political Department and the Supervision Office that hosted the meeting, and were always not confident, because of the rumors that the establishment of the meeting was originally the suggestion of the young heir of Sethborough. For merchants, the proposal of the little Count was almost equivalent to inexhaustible wealth.

The horse racing event that eventually turned into a terrible disaster, and the continuous stream of exquisite glass products transported from the south, all proved how skillful the little heir of Sethborough was. Almost every merchant believed that as long as the suggestion made by this little Count would definitely make amazing profits.

In fact, no one in the Law and Political Department and the Supervision Bureau expected that the little Count's appeal was so strong that as soon as the meeting opened, merchants flocked to him. The scene really made Farrul and Mag, the two Marquises, excited for several days.

Prosperity and peace quickly returned to this huge city, and people gradually returned to their former lives.

The same was true for Rebow, but he was incomprehensible about His Majesty's sudden alienation. His Majesty, who was diligently trying to win over him, allowed him to move out of the castle where His Majesty Francis VI spent his long childhood and youth, and was taught by the great magician Kaimildit, and even withdrew the guards of the Legal Affairs Office, which had originally guarded outside the mansion.

This series of abnormal changes by His Majesty's Queen not only made Rebow confused, but even Eckert could not guess what was the reason.

Could it be that the court had a new view on the heirs of Serthburgh? Is there someone planning to set off a huge storm against Serthburgh again? In order to confirm this, Eckert ordered the thief to inquire, but the information he obtained was obviously very powerful for them.

Among the nobles and civilians, no one intends to be incomparable with Sethborough and the heirs of Sethborough, because in their opinion these southerners are no different from a pile of yellow and orange gold coins. Who would be incomparable with the gold coins? Because of this, Eckert felt even more troubled, which was beyond the ability of reasoning and judgment that he had, and he could not ignore all this.

Unlike Ector, Rebow didn't have so much trouble. He was quite satisfied with being able to return to Randy, Frera, Fanny and Listen.

If anything dissatisfied with him, it was that there were two more unbearable madmen in the mansion, one was the madman Pete, and the other was the Dumilier.

Just like now, there was a deafening sound of stomping the floor outside the door that made everyone in the villa feel unbearable.

Ruibo sighed deeply, and he put down the experiment in his hand. This experiment required absolute silence and concentration. Obviously, it was not the right time.

He walked out of the study room, and took out the key from his pocket and locked the study door tightly. He had to do so since Mr. Dumilier came here, and the gentleman had too much curiosity.

Following the deafening sound, Rebe came to the hall. Mr. Dumilier was standing in the center of the hall, dancing strange dances. In Rebe's opinion, this dance had no beauty at all, and was simply incomparable to the floor. Apart from stomping on the floor, he twitched his limbs meaninglessly. The appearance looked like a dying toad, coupled with Mr. Dumilier's slightly swollen body and his big belly that protruded due to aging and obesity, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a toad.

However, Rebow was not going to say his opinion, because he saw Listen stomping on the floor frantically as he imitated Mr. Dumilier, and she obviously admired this way of dancing. The reason why Fanny stood quietly aside was perhaps only because of her reserved character, and even Miss Lanty stood aside with a smile and watched with great enthusiasm.

Rebow has to admit that Mr. Dumilier is indeed very popular, and everyone except himself and Eckert seem to like him very much.

"What are they doing?" Rebow asked Miss Lanty, who was standing aside.

"Oh, Rebe, I'm sorry, did you make you noisy and interrupt your research?" Miss Landy said apologetically.

Looking at Miss Lanti's expression, even if there was still a trace of dissatisfaction in Ruibo's heart, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

"I'm just demonstrating them what the Thor dance looks like," Mr. Dumilière stopped madly and gasped, apparently this dance was not suitable for his old bones.

Rebow was absolutely interested in the customs of the Thors, but he was absolutely sure that the Thors' dance was not what Mr. Dumilier danced, because it was so ugly.

"Mr. Dumilier, why not sit down and talk about your adventure when you were young?" Rebow quickly used topics of interest to draw away the dance that made his ears feel unbearable.

"Oh! Yes, I have many stories to say, when I was young, I lived in Thor for five years, in Sibai for three years, and Ire and Delizhi, I have been to Ing, which was in a terrible winter, and I have been to Essel, which is the opposite of Ing, which is so hot that it can be fried eggs on the floor, I have also been to Nova, Denmo, and Luciping. The northernmost place I have ever been to is the Bedebo of Wolrossi. You can never imagine that it is a place where you can see green only four months of a year, and you still have to wear a thick cotton jacket even in summer." Mr. Dumilier immediately started to talk.

Ruibo had known for a long time that this crazy old man was an adventurer no less than Mr. Hyde's, and he was indeed very interested in his experience.

"You will completely forget the time when you tell a story. It's better to be prepared first, so as not to rush in time." Listen interrupted.

"Preparation? What to prepare?" Ruibo felt a little confused.

"I forgot to tell you that the Duke of Auburn sent someone to send an invitation just now, and he invited the Royal Dance Tor to Frank to perform. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Miss Lanty said with a smile.

Rebow looked at Miss Lanti, and looked at her apologetic smile, and naturally understood that it must be Mr. Dumilier who accepted the invitation by himself.

"You know very well that I have always been interested in foreign cultures." Rebeau asked with a smile: "How many seats has Duke Auburn prepared for us?"

"You can bring all your female companions with you in two private rooms, and Pete can be with me, but I'm not sure Mr. Eckert is interested in dancing." Mr. Dumilier said, apparently he had excluded Eckert.

"Where is Frera?" Ribo then noticed that there was a missing important person in the hall. Mr. Dumilier seemed to have a bad relationship with most of Mr. Hyde's men, but Frera was definitely an exception.

"Miss Frera is preparing clothes for everyone," said Miss Lanty.

"I hope she will not prepare clothes for us with the efficiency of her own makeup and dressing. It will be a long-lasting project." The old man shrugged and said.

"Mr. Dumilier, sometimes I am quite efficient." With the clear and pleasant voice, Frera walked into the hall, and the maids followed behind her with their clothes.

Ribo could see at a glance that the clothes were specially made, with either steel sheets or hard rhinoceros leather inside. No wonder Frera, not Miss Lanti, prepared clothes for everyone.

"What is this? We seem to be going to the dance show, not going to the battlefield." Mr. Dumilière knocked on the dress placed in front of him, and the dress made a dull metal sound.

"Okay, stubborn big boy, stop complaining, or let Mr. Kelle sit by your side to protect you." Frera said with a malicious smile.

In the villa, the last thing Dumilier wanted to see was Kelle. Even a crazy guy like him was also scared to see Kelle.

Muttering as he picked up his clothes, the old man walked towards his room.

Seeing Mr. Dumilier disappear at the end of the hall, Listen chuckled and said, "He is so funny, like Miss Frera said, he is simply an old child. But why is he put in Lombardy prison? I absolutely don't think he will hurt anyone."

"It's true that Lombardy attracts guys like him." Frera shrugged her shoulders, and she threw a long skirt into Listen's hand: "Go and change your clothes, you're almost as efficient as mine."

Everyone returned to their respective rooms to change their dresses. Everyone except Ribo was extremely unfamiliar with this kind of thing that seemed to be armor. Therefore, when Ribo changed his clothes, he and Frera were the only ones in the hall.

Sitting next to Frera, Rebow suddenly remembered the question Listen asked just now.

"Do you know why Mr. Dumilier was imprisoned in Lombardy? Even if he was a lunatic, there was no reason to put him in that kind of place." Ribo asked.

"He should have said the reason for being imprisoned." Miss Frera said with contemptuous lips.

"He said that his relatives were greedy for his property and did so," said Rebow, but he did not believe the crazy old man's words very much. Rebow knew that sometimes Mr. Dumilière's mind was not very good.

"You should know his relatives quite well. Isn't that king a person like this?" Frera said disapprovingly.

This answer was far beyond Ruibo's expectations.

"The old man was once the biggest investor of the boss and Mill. You should be able to imagine how much he made from it. And at that time, the transactions between Southport and other places in Franx were not as prosperous as they are now. He could be said to be Franx's largest businessman at that time. The trade route between Serthborg and Franx was in his hands, which would naturally attract jealousy from others." Frera said.

Ruibo really couldn't imagine that this crazy old man had been such a big man.

"But he is indeed a little crazy. This is an undeniable fact. Perhaps the reason for this is that his understanding has long exceeded this era and beyond the understanding of most people. Unfortunately, he is different from the boss and Mail. He is not a realist." Frera said, with a hint of sadness in her tone.

"Why is this happening?" Ruibo asked softly.

"Because he has never experienced ups and downs, nor has he experienced a little hard to accumulate wealth. Money is just a series of abstract values ​​for him. In fact, he does not really know the value of money. He does not know that a penniless person endures the pain of hunger and cold. He did not know before, but still does not know. In my opinion, he will not know in the future." Frera sighed and said.

"So I cannot become as wise as Mr. Dumilier, and see through the essence of wealth as he does, because I am a realistic person and I know the value of money very well." Rebow said with a smile.

"One day, you will be tired of all this. It doesn't mean that there is too much wealth, and that doesn't mean you have more happiness." A deep helplessness and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Frera's mouth.

Rebow could not answer Miss Frera's feelings. Although he could understand Miss Frera's mood, he could not understand all this now.

All Rebe could do was to gently hug Frera's waist and try to make her feel a little warmth.

...

Although the ladies lacked efficiency in dressing up, they finally returned to the hall in two hours.

As Ribo knows Frera is a "packaging expert".

Wearing the service she chose, both Miss Landi, Fanny and Listen, all looked beautiful and charming, and even Mr. Dumilier was less decadent and aging.

Standing beside Mr. Dumilier is the madman Pitt.

The madman Pitt is Keller's only partner, but he is not Mr. Hyde's subordinate, and he is never very clear about his details.

Looking at the guy in front of him who was well-dressed, elegant and elegant, with noble temperament and elegant temperament as if he was one of the children of a wealthy and noble family in the capital. If he didn't know his identity, Ruibo could not imagine that this guy was an extremely conscious and extremely dangerous killer.

Rebow looked at Eckert, then glanced at the madman Pete. Compared with Peter, Eckert seemed to be one of the declining nobles who served as secretary or tutors in wealthy and noble families.

While guessing about Pitt's original identity and why he became a killer, Ribo walked out of the mansion.

There were already two carriages parked at the door, and the thoroughbred horse, which belonged to Ruibo, was leisurely strolling on the grass in front of the door.

Mr. Dumilier and Pete boarded the carriage in front, and the ladies got on the back, and as for Rebe, as usual, he always rode his beloved thoroughbred horse, which had long become his habit and hobby.

In fact, he had forgotten that he was playing Rebau Byndiet, that he was acting, and that his love for mounts had long been a part of him.

Everyone in the capital knew the little heir of Sethborough and his famous thoroughbred horse. Because of this, everyone looked sideways along the way.

It is quite a distance from the mansion to the Coliseum. The Coliseum is located south of Anfier Square in the center of Frank. This classic building built in the IX era highlights the style of the IX era's pursuit of hugeness and broad vision.

The six rolling huge round roofs look so magnificent and elegant, Ruibo really appreciates that he is able to design such a structure. He is definitely an architect.

The Grand Theater seemed to be a mountain rising from the ground, forming an excellent combination with the open square in front of him. The Grand Theater was built on more than a dozen steps, and two carriage passages directly lead to the gate of the theater. The long scarlet carpet dragged from the entrance of the theater to the bottom of the steps.

From the horse, the servant carefully took the reins, and no one in Franck knew that the horse that won the championship at the horse racing conference, and in fact it had even been regarded as a hero - a national hero who had defeated the Kingdom of Deli.

The ladies got off the carriage gracefully, which once again made everyone envious.

Entering the theater hall, the ground was covered with red carpets, the walls and ceiling were covered with exquisite murals, and wave-shaped decorations covered the edges of the walls, as if a huge picture frame enveloped the murals. This was the decorative style of the ninth era. As for the contents of those murals were nothing more than myths and legends and famous hero stories in history, all of which were quite consistent with the theater.

The theater has three floors, two exquisite stairs circling up against the walls like two crescent moons, and the white painted railings look dignified and elegant under the candlelight.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Ruibo and his party walked upstairs.

The more you go up, the more noble and luxurious the layout of the lounge is. The exquisite seats on the second floor are not available on the ground floor. In addition to the seats and tea tables on the third floor, there is also a bar on the west side. The wine cabinet is filled with precious wine. As part of the elegant and fashionable, there is also tea supply here, and the strong tea aroma fills the entire third floor.

Ruibo did not intend to cause much trouble, so he ordered the waiter to take them directly into the box.

The private room on the third floor is very spacious, with a side-by-side chair that can seat at least four people. The designer obviously does not want to cause trouble for couples in love.

Although it was still early, the audience was already full of audiences, but there were few VIPs sitting in the private room. The thick curtains on the front stage were hanging low, and through the curtains, you could hear the noisy footsteps and the rattle of the winch slings.

Just as Rebe and the ladies were waiting enthusiastically for the curtain to be pulled open, the waiter who was standing at the door and was serving carefully suddenly mysteriously approaching Rebe, lowering his voice and said, "Sir, Marquis Keane, there is something to discuss with you, but it is not convenient for him to visit your house. If it is convenient for you, please go to his private room after the performance begins."
To be continued...