vncnus Chapter 99 You're a Real Dog
Chapter 99 You're a Real Dog
Chapter 99 You're a Real Dog
The main reason why Hugh went home this morning to catch up on sleep was because yesterday afternoon she received a special, highly paid commission from the middleman, Caspas.
After completing this mission, she hurried home to explain to Fors the follow-up matters regarding not staying at home that night.
Fors then offered to help carry things back. After agreeing to the request, Hugh returned to the Brave Ones bar on Iron Gate Street.
The task was completed overnight, and the generous reward was successfully obtained. After a busy night, on the way back, I fought off my sleepiness and bought Fors breakfast, red wine, and cigarettes.
Perhaps no one expected that this once pampered noblewoman would be living such a life now.
North of Backlund, the Church of the Goddess of Night, Backlund Main Church, St. Samuel Cathedral.
After regaining her footing, the personal maid Eileen did not forget her duty. She turned around and helped Altair, who was dressed in simple clothes, down from the carriage.
For a young noblewoman on her birthday, this is her itinerary: waking up early to change clothes, receiving blessings from family and friends, and —
After receiving gifts and breakfast, you will receive blessings and gifts from your servants, then go to church for prayer, have lunch with your family, and spend the afternoon with your close friends.
Only noblewomen who had reached adulthood would have a banquet and ball held on their birthday night.
Ordinary people follow the same procedure. However, unlike nobles, their process is simpler, with only blessings from family members and no blessings from servants. The banquets are also more ordinary, usually just a family gathering.
Meanwhile, Altair was on the fourth step of the process: going to the church to pray.
Although Roselle's rule brought about ideological changes that led to young women going to church to pray on their birthdays becoming an optional activity, allowing them to simply pray at home or even refuse to pray altogether.
However, the nobles, for the sake of appearances, still retained this project.
"The dignity of the nobility," Altair, who came from a commoner background, still doesn't understand why he should maintain this high-profile dignity.
Altair, an atheist, came to the Church of St. Samuel not primarily to pray, but to request the Night Watchers of the Church of the Night to strengthen the seal on their treasury.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that there were still living people in this house, Altair would have already packed all the extraordinary materials into his "castle" long ago, and there would have been no need for this trouble.
As soon as Altair stepped inside the church, he felt the unique tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of the Church of the Night, which made people feel calm and peaceful involuntarily.
After passing through the corridor and entering the nave, Altair saw believers scattered about, listening to teachings and praying. She then casually found a seat, sat down, and began to meditate with her eyes closed.
Altair wasn't incapable of praying; rather, he didn't know who to pray to or what to pray for.
Once the preacher finished his explanation, Altair also ended his meditation and opened his eyes.
As the service was drawing to a close, the believers came forward one by one to donate money. Altair took the 100 pounds prepared by a maid, then rose and slowly walked to the altar. He drew a crimson moon in front of the missionary, said "Goddess, bless" to each other, and placed the gold tablet into the offering box.
Under the missionary's smiling gaze, Altair requested an audience with Bishop Elektra.
Strengthening the seal is a minor matter that could be accomplished directly through Bishop Elektra; there was absolutely no need to alarm Archbishop Antony.
After all, he was one of the thirteen saints of the Church of the Night, a demigod of the third order, not someone you could just meet whenever you wanted.
Not long after, a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, with a thin face and ordinary appearance, walked out of the side door of the central hall.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Altair explained the purpose of his trip: the church needed to send night watchmen to the Sheffield underground vault to reinforce the seal.
Upon hearing the request, Bishop Elektra smiled and promised, "I will arrange for night watchmen to go as soon as possible to strengthen the seal and investigate any potential dangers."
After the two signed the agreement, Altair paid a deposit of 5000 gold pounds. Once the sealing was completed, she would need to pay the remaining 10,000 gold pounds.
After boarding the carriage back to the manor, Altair couldn't help but sigh, "Money really is easy to earn for those with skills and abilities. Just a simple repair and reinforcement of the seal, and the Church of the Night is asking for 1.5."
pound."
"The crucial point is that this is an internal price for their own followers; I really don't know how much they charge infidels."
Upon returning to the manor, Altair met Uncle Rafe and his birthday present: a litter of five blue British Shorthair kittens.
After having lunch together, the three of them went to the study and chatted.
Uncle Rafe said while smoking a cigarette, "Those old guys have been secretly investigating ever since they received your warning two months ago."
"Some time ago, they actually found some clues."
"Five years ago, a man named Mason Deer, the chief of the royal guard, the commander of the royal guard, and the deputy director of MI9, was secretly dealt with by George III on the most unbelievable charge: plotting a rebellion."
"The most regrettable thing is that they couldn't find out the real cause of death, and—the men in the family also died mysteriously nearly two years ago."
After their conversation, Uncle Rafe reminded Altair before leaving to strengthen security at the manor. He instructed him to notify him immediately in case of any unexpected events.
He also guaranteed that as long as it wasn't angels, even if it was Sequence Three, he was confident he could gather an army and tear the invaders apart.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Altair stood at the door again, waiting for the visitors Heather Grant, Audrey Hall, and Tiffany O'Neill.
The gifts from Audrey and Tiffany were quite normal: a bottle of perfume and a music box, respectively.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
As for the gift Heather gave him, Altair believed that she must have chosen a group of puppies specifically to disgust him.
After Altair accepted the gift with a forced smile, Heather explained with a beaming smile, "Don't overthink it. The main reason I gave you this pack of puppies is because I heard you're very bored and lonely—and a busybody, so I'm letting them keep you company and pass the time."
"Oh, and Rosell's blessing, you really are a dog."
It would have been better if she hadn't listened to the explanation. After hearing it, Altair became even more certain of her guess: Heather was deliberately trying to mislead her.
Meanwhile, Altair, the person involved, couldn't help but think to himself, "I just ruined one of her fun activities. I've already apologized, so why is she still holding a grudge?"
"And 'You really are a dog,' is that supposed to be a blessing? Isn't that an insult?!"
"I really don't understand how Uncle Owen puts up with you—"