Early in the morning.
Karl stood in front of the dressing mirror, carefully fixing his collar and sleeves.
Today he wore a wide-brimmed tall hat, a woolen windbreaker, a black vest, pants and leather boots.
The dress was somewhat similar to the Byzantine style in his previous life, with some exquisite and gorgeous embroidery patterns.
This set cost one gold coin and three pounds.
For an ordinary family, it would probably take a year to save up for just this set of clothes.
The money spent was high, and the effect was not bad.
Karl has rough facial features and burn scars on his face, giving people the impression of being fierce and difficult to approach.
After putting on this set of clothes, his temperament became much more elegant, more like a serious and successful person.
When he opened the door, Jenny had already prepared breakfast.
When conditions allowed, Karl never treated himself badly. After he had money, he first asked Mary and her daughter to improve the quality of meals.
This extra payment was no pressure for him, but it kept him in a good mood every day.
The table was filled with cereal, milk, bread and jam, as well as some dried fruits, ham and cold cuts...
A hearty breakfast that was in line with the status of a respectable noble.
"Good morning, Baron Karl."
Jenny put down the fruit plate in her hand and looked over curiously.
"Are you going to a banquet?"
It was not common to dress up like this.
"Yes."
Karl nodded:
"Today is Irena's birthday."
"Oh!" Jenny remembered the beautiful girl who was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and nodded when she heard it.
"Do you have time in the evening?"
"Why?" Karl stopped his knife and fork and looked up: "Something?"
"Yes." Jenny looked shy and took out two tickets that were still warm from her body.
"Today is my first official performance on stage. I hope you can come and bring a friend if you want."
"Congratulations." Karl smiled, took the ticket and glanced at it casually, and said in surprise: "Wim Opera House?"
This is not an ordinary opera house that holds small concerts. In the city of Sino, it can be ranked in the top three, and many grand ceremonies are held in it.
"Yes." Jenny clenched her hands, her face flushed: "This time, the Barro Singing Group was invited to sing at the Wim Opera House to prepare for the upcoming God's Birthday."
"The leader said that if I perform well this time, I will be allowed to officially join the choir to sing hymns on the God's Birthday."
"That's great." Karl nodded: "I guessed that you would be successful one day, but I didn't expect to see you in the opera house so soon."
"I will definitely come then!"
Jenny smiled.
She had actually sung on stage before, but they were all small places, and Karl was not invited specifically.
It was just for this surprise.
Watching Karl leave, Jenny waved her little fist fiercely, her face full of joy.
"This time, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes."
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"Five pence."
It had just rained last night.
Thanks to the imperfect infrastructure of Sino City, there were inevitably puddles on the ground.
After paying the fare, Karl carefully avoided several puddles and walked towards the hotel in front.
Before he got close to the hotel, the noise rushed into his eardrums.
"Hello, you hang out with a few messy friends all day long, and you always ask prostitutes to play with you when you have nothing to do."
Kingsley roared loudly,
"Look at the clothes in the living room, they are all covered with sticky stuff, I just feel disgusted!"
"You are qualified to say that to me?" A familiar voice sounded: "Which of my friends has not had sex with you, you slut, bitch, you are just a whore."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Shut up!"
"Bang..."
"Crash..."
Roars and curses were mixed together, and from time to time you could hear a few shouts and cries of pain.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me."
Irena, who was wearing a princess dress, had tears in her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her helplessly. She cried and shouted as she stepped forward to pull: "Today is my birthday, please stop fighting."
"Ah!"
Someone suddenly exerted force, pushing her backwards, and she was about to hit the wine cabinet.
"Be careful."
Karl appeared at the right time, stretched out his hand to stop Irena, and looked at the field with surprise: "What's going on?"
It should have been a happy day to celebrate a birthday, but now it was a fight, a group of people were fighting each other.
There were his uncle's family and other guests. The field was in chaos, and even the hotel service staff couldn't pull them apart.
Karl knew that these relatives didn't have a good relationship with each other, but he didn't expect it to be so bad. When they started fighting, they were merciless.
Even women were tearing like crazy.
"Woo..." Irena, who looked panicked and helpless, cried when she heard this, and fell into Karl's arms.
"Cousin Karl, woo..."
"Forget it."
Karl shook his head: "I'll stop them first."
"You sit down first and have a good rest."
Letting Irena sit down, Karl flashed in the field, grabbed a person with his big hand and threw him back.
He was strong and powerful, and everything he passed by was thrown away. In a moment, the field was quiet.
Everyone was panting, but Karl stood in the field without changing his expression, and even adjusted his tie.
"So..."
He looked around the whole field and said slowly: "What's going on?"
"Divorce!"
Someone suddenly shouted.
"We can't live like this anymore, we're getting divorced today!"
Karl recognized him, Kingsley's husband, his cousin's husband, a good-looking man.
Kingsley saw him in the first time, so she insisted on marrying him despite the opposition of her family.
Unfortunately, after the two got married, they were not as sweet as the story in the book, but all kinds of trivialities.
Within two years, they lived separately, and their relationship was in name only.
Every time the two were together, they would quarrel, and this time seemed to be no exception.
"Divorce it is then!"
Kingsley, who was dressed in sharp clothes, roared.
"I shouldn't have married you in the first place!"
"We should have divorced long ago."
The fat and small-eyed Jeer did not dissuade, but snorted coldly: "My daughter has been married to you for so many years, and she should be compensated."
"Compensation?" Lennie, Kingsley's husband, sneered at the words: "Your family is really weird, but don't worry, as long as I get the divorce, I am willing to do anything, and I don't want that yard in East City anymore."
"That yard is not worth much anyway." Kingsley looked disdainful: "Don't think I don't know that you still have a sum of money in the bank, and there is a part of me in it."
"Nonsense..."
"Then let's settle it properly."
Karl shook his head and ignored the quarrel between the few people. Instead, he came to Irena and gave her a gift.
"Happy birthday."
"Cousin."
Irena sniffed and nodded with a red face: "Thank you."
Karl turned sideways and looked at Irena's messy hair, and his eyes paused on the familiar hairpin.
"My sister gave me a birthday present."
Seeing this, Irena took off the hairpin and said in a tearful voice.
"She said she spent a lot of money to buy it. I like it very much."
"Really."
Karl thought for a moment.
"As long as you like it."
Looking back at Kingsley who looked like a crazy woman, he chuckled and shook his head subconsciously.
People are always complicated.
"Cousin."
He raised his hand to indicate: "I'm planning to buy a house recently. You can sell me the yard in East City."
"The price is negotiable."
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