Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: Chapter 40 Margaret (2/2)

“That young man, I can’t believe I had never seen him before. I know all the nobility and members of knight clans in Fein City. Shopkeeper Hawley, do you know where he is from?”

Shopkeeper Hawley revealed a rather playful smile and, shrugging his shoulders, said, “I don’t know, madam.”

Margaret felt immediately deflated, but she couldn’t help fantasizing about the identity of that handsome young man in her mind, feeling inexplicably that he must be someone remarkable.

Continuing in a leisurely tone, Shopkeeper Hawley said, “But he will come back to our shop, and then I can ask him for you. Many things you want to know.”

After leaving the tailor’s shop, Byrne returned to Nordivar Bank and with great solemnity, took out a black iron box to store in the bank’s specially made safe. He had to pay a preservation fee of five silver coins every year.

He suspected that the Meyer family might still find a way to locate them, and if they were to send powerful individuals to cause trouble again, the safety of the Fischer family would be quite problematic.

But storing them in the banks of Fein City would be much safer; this city even had the presence of a Level 3 “Monarch”-class powerhouse, namely the regional Tempest Bishop of the East Coast. The Meyer family, no matter what, wouldn’t be able to come and plunder by force.

“One day I will take it back. The Fischer family will eventually find all the remaining components,” Byrne muttered to himself as he left the bank.

A few days later, Byrne visited the tailor shop again to make further fitting for his tailcoat.

Some time later, as he was about to leave, he received a letter. A baron, closely associated with the Romann family, had heard about the affairs of the Fischer family and invited him to attend an upcoming high-society party in Fein City.

Byrne was pleasantly surprised; his clothes would be ready just in time for the party.

All attendees of the party were members of Fein City’s high society. The host was the city’s lord, Viscount Bast, and the two most important guests were the Earl Hovern, the East Coast Governor, and the regional Tempest Bishop.

They held the power of life and death over millions of people in the East Coast Province.

When the graceful and handsome Byrne entered, he quickly caught the attention of numerous female guests.

His features were extremely refined, his appearance brimming with sunshine, yet there was a touch of melancholy in the depths of his eyes, especially when he smiled, his lips were utterly charming.

Byrne had no chance to converse with Earl Hovern and the Tempest Bishop, the two focal points of the event; he could only silently memorize their appearances.

Earl Hovern resembled his nephew, Baron Hovern, tall and slim, very sociable, only his smiling face showed clear signs of aging and his temples were grizzled.

The Tempest Bishop, on the other hand, was a ‘strange person’ wearing a long robe of blue and purple, reeking of alcohol.

His cold face twitched now and then; he never greeted anyone proactively and even his speech was somewhat incoherent when talking to others, which made Byrne, who had heard so much about him, quite taken aback; he would’ve believed that this guy was a drunkard about to be thrown out of a tavern.

Soon he learned the reason behind it; apparently, the Tempest Bishop had used a “Forbidden class” mysterious rare artifact in his early years and had paid a “price” that forced him to drink heavily every day to gradually become what he was now.

At the party, Byrne saw the lady with pale golden hair he had encountered the other day. While all the other girls were still watching, she had already approached politely.

Looking up, Margaret smiled and said, “Mr. Byrne, it’s been a while since we last saw each other. I am Baron Hoffman’s sister. Do you still remember our last encounter?”

Byrne was slightly startled, and he replied with a smile, “Madam Margaret, it’s an honor to see you again, a perfect coincidence. The person who invited me here is Baron Hoffman.”

Margaret feigned unawareness and showed a look of surprise.

“Is that so? How perfect! Really, what a coincidence!”

Byrne smiled gently, vaguely recalling that he had also “encountered” other girls in town a few times, all of whom seemed to have identical demeanors.

Hmm, he always felt that something was not quite right.