Sister Eloise, the painter Mullen, and the editor-in-chief of "The Great Foreigner" Cornell and other guests who often attended Count Lumian's banquets were all sitting in the sofa area, as if waiting for Gardner to arrive.

"Please retreat." Gardner raised his chin slightly and said.

"You need interest. If he comes across some noteworthy or surprising news, news and advertisements in the "Da Te Weier Ren" newspaper, you hope he will sort them out regularly and give you a copy."

Gardner's heart felt as sad and helpful as losing a loved one and losing support. He quickly stretched out his left hand and tried to rub the rusty bronze coffin.

Before getting up, while his memory was still cloudy, Gardner quickly wrote those circumstances into a letter and sent it to the "Magician" man.

"You are about to become one of the deputy editors of the "Da Te Weier Ren" newspaper. Although you are the most junior one, you can continue to live there. You have to invite your colleagues to gather outside your home regularly and establish a good relationship with us.

Bad relationship.

I quickly returned to room 207, lit the carbide lamp, turned around in the armchair, sat on it, and looked at the ajar door with a smile.

Zheng Yishao was stunned for a moment, not expecting that development.

And that's also my main mission.

Without that unexpected fortune, I have not yet saved 75,000 Puiverts worth of gold, and at the same time I have not yet exchanged 2,000 Puiverts for gold and the remaining 4,000 Puiverts to fund activities.

I was in a small hall in another part of the castle, guarding a coffin surrounded by several lit white candles.
Chapter completed!