How much does it cost to invite fourteen young men and Rosen to have a meal at the best restaurant in Albin?

Not even half a penny.

Dusand didn't think of this before treating to the meal - he was preparing to use five gold pound bills in his pocket to reward these amazing armed security guards outside Harold Manor on cold and late autumn nights.

To be honest, what they were going to do was to send themselves to the gallows. At such a great risk to be frozen all night, Dusand said that he was moved so deeply that he felt a little bit deep enough.

I really want to treat them to a good meal.

At the gate of the "Saint Saar Restaurant" next to the Sunset Plaza of Upper Albin, Dusand, who had a "sized" team of seventeen people, said politely to the waiter at the restaurant door, "We have 18 people in total, please arrange a seat."

Then, he heard the waiter's rejection, "Sorry, our restaurant is full today."

Dusander looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the restaurant in shock, then pointed to the empty restaurant and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"

"We are all full today." The waiter shrugged helplessly, then turned around and prepared to walk into the room - he was only wearing a white shirt, and he really couldn't withstand the cold wind of Neussal in late autumn.

This arrogant attitude did not even make Dusande angry. To be honest, Dusande may have more shocked elements.

No...you are just fooling people like this? Even if you say you have reservations.

Todd and Tom were obviously beginning to get angry. Dusand's experience was definitely a challenge and defilement of "noble's honor". Dusand, who had just had a big fight, decided not to make too much noise in the area of ​​Sunset Square.

He took out his badge and handed it to Todd on the side, "Please go in and call out the manager of this store."

Todd took the badge, then pushed open the restaurant door and walked in with murderous intent. Dusand saw with his own eyes slapped the waiter who was trying to stop him from going several meters away.

This... can only be considered unlucky. Dusand sighed. The last time the gangster who caused trouble like this was already shattered by grenades and the gangsters' backstage boss might have died even worse.

Compared to those people, they were just pushed to the wall beside them, which was really lucky.

About a minute or two later, a man with a fashionable mustache hurriedly walked out of the restaurant. After seeing Dusand, he knelt on one knee with a "plop".

"Young Master, the servant is ignorant, I'm neglecting you." This man, who is obviously a manager, used a very convincing speech and said heartily, "I will fire him immediately, and the employees responsible for training him will also be fired together."

"What are you calling me?" Dusander's focus was first on the other party's name.

The name "Young Master" is not very common even in the manor. The maids and housekeepers in the manor always call Dusander "Lord".

"I...I came from the manor." The man with a slick mustache quickly said, "I used to do kitchen procurement under the butler Chandler. Three years ago, my wife asked me to come out to manage the restaurant..."

Dusander looked at the exquisitely decorated restaurant and asked, "Is this... my property?"

"Yes." The bearded man suggested respectfully, "Master, it's cold outside, let's go in and talk?"

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Of course, there is no need to pay for the money when eating in his own property. Even if Dusand wants to pay, the manager who is so nervous that he is sweating and has soaked under his armpits may not dare to accept it. Dusand sighed and decided to make some slight contributions to his own property.

He rejected the manager's suggestion of "receiving behind closed doors" and asked the store to operate normally.

"I really don't know that this shop belongs to me." On the dining table, Dusander held a goblet and said helplessly, "I originally wanted to invite you to have a good meal, but I found my own shop... This time it doesn't count, I will treat you another one next time."

Dusander secretly swore in his heart that he would go to the housekeeper to ask for the property list of his family when he got home tonight, and would definitely hide from his own shop next time.

"That's great!" Other security guards, including Rosen, shook their heads repeatedly and said they didn't need it.

Growing up in an industrial zone, the armed security guards who were once forced to die by Enrico's boss had never entered such a high-end store. They didn't even dare to put their hands on the white dining tablecloth at the beginning.

This fine cotton cloth is more well-made than the best shirts they have ever worn before.

"Anyway, I won't say much nonsense." Dusand stood on the stool very "rudely", raised the water cup in his hand and whispered, "Thank you for your efforts, I promise you that this effort will definitely bring you rewards in the future!"

"For your health!" The armed security guards from the industrial zone could not think of any other toasts, so they could only wish Dusand good health in a mess. Then they drank the wine filled with the goblet.

Anyway, everyone is a country man who has never seen the world. Dusand himself took the initiative to "set an example" and set an example for these people who cannot let go.

Today, everyone will do whatever they want, and don’t care about red tape and other things.

To be honest, such behavior certainly makes people feel a little rude. However, most people who eat at St. Saar's restaurant are still brains - eating in such a restaurant, more than a dozen young men toast a teenager and wish him good health... No matter how you look at it, it smells like it is not easy to mess with.

Although it was a bit noisy, it looked quite lively. People who were dining in other locations seemed to be gradually brought up by the lively atmosphere of the table at Dusand, and everyone's voices became much louder.

The dishes on the dining table were very rich. Although Dusand did not make reservations in advance before coming, the manager did not dare to neglect the food at all. He picked up the easiest dishes in the kitchen and set up half of the table, giving priority to ensuring that these more than a dozen young men had something to eat before they started making other dishes.

For example, steam it in high-pressure steam for two quarters of a minute, then put it in a pan to fry the whole chicken that looks thoroughly. For example, beef and vegetables stewed in a pressure cooker and with good liquor.

Dusander was also very happy to eat it himself, especially when eating beef stewed in a pressure cooker, which made the happiness a little stronger.

It would be even better if chili is added here.

The restaurant was very lively, and a little farther away, the conversation between the two suddenly aroused Dusand's interest.

"Let me tell you the truth. Lord Dusand was able to successfully kill Harold, but I really can't do without me." A middle-aged man who Dusand had never met was bragging about his greatness to another middle-aged man in a tone of "Dusand and I were particularly familiar with each other".

"Lord Dusand is still young after all, how could he know Harold's difficulty? That's a member of Shepard's family!" The middle-aged man looked like "Lord Dusand's special military advisor who just got off work". He waved his hand and emphasized, "If I hadn't emphasized again and again, I must give them a shot... You see, the one who was cut off by the guillotine in Newar today might be Lord Dusand and his parents!"

Dusand frowned and began to observe the two people at the table.

It is said that the middle-aged man who is very familiar with him has a special look of "I'm very good at the street". He is a fat man who is rare among the Albins. The other man is thin and frowning, and his shirt looks old and powerful. In addition to occasionally giving feedback on the fat man's content, he seems to care more about the plate of lasagna sauce in front of him.

"Of course." The fat man nodded seriously, responded to his friend's "It's really thanks to you" and continued to extend the topic.

"Did you see the flyer the morning before yesterday?" The fat man looked around, symbolically lowered the volume, and then continued to use the airy sound. The whole store said, "Those flyers are all my ideas!"

Another piece of the lasagna noodles with meat sauce disappeared, and followed by the uninnovative supporting characters, "It's so amazing!"

"So, just leave this kind of thing to me." The fat man seemed very satisfied with the feedback he received. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine and said, "Just leave it to me for the buyer of the fabric. Have you seen it? The tables here are all covered with good cotton cloth! The shops opened by the noble masters are different. The table cloths they use are all dirty and throw them away directly!"

The sad and thin middle-aged man made other reactions for the first time. He put down the knife and fork in his hand in shock, and then gently touched the tablecloth on the table with his hand.

"This is a waste," he said with some pain. "This is all good white cloth for at least 400 yarn! Although it is not made of long lint cotton, such a large piece of bleached white cloth can be bought with less than one shilling!"

"Otherwise, why do I say you have no knowledge?" The fat man hummed a disdain from his nose. "This store is the property of Lord Dusander's family - a restaurant run by the nobles. How could he care about this little money? Such a store can earn at least a dozen gold pounds a day! I will tell the butler, and your factory can become a catering supplier for all Lord Dusander's restaurants."

Dusander rolled his eyes after eavesdropping for a long time. At first he thought the fat man was serving him secretly - probably a subordinate from his mother, otherwise he would not have been so strange.

After a long time, I was actually a fraudster?

The other young people on the table also noticed Dusand's eyes kept throwing at the table. After everyone listened for a while, the expressions on their faces were very strange.

It’s not that they don’t plan to do justice, but they are a little confused about whether it’s appropriate to do it now.

After all, this fat man put the flyer on his head first and caught the person. Will Dusand seem a little guilty?

Even Tom and Todd, who have always been enthusiastic about maintaining the dignity and honor of the nobles, did not move. They looked at Dusand frequently, as if waiting for orders.

Dusand, who had finished eating the last piece of chicken in front of him, put down his knife and fork, and sighed.

He jumped off the slightly taller chair and slowly walked behind the fat man.

The barrel of the Type 52 pistol he had just obtained was directly pressed on the back of the fat man's head, and Dusander's question came at the same time.
Chapter completed!