Chapter 298: A Chapter Without Public Morality
Chapter 298: A Chapter Without Public Morality
At noon, on Redwood Avenue, outside the Rose Estate of the Marsani family.
"What a beauty..."
A middle-aged man with an air of scholarly elegance stepped out of the carriage, gazing at the sea of blooming roses within the estate. He couldn't help but exclaim sincerely, "The Marsani family may not be the best of people, but this estate of theirs is truly exceptional."
"Indeed."
After the middle-aged man's remark, a slightly weary-looking young man with a hint of fatigue in his eyes nodded in agreement, adding with a hint of admiration, "I wonder how they manage it. I built a greenhouse in my garden, hoping to see these beautiful flowers earlier. The flowers in the greenhouse are equally lovely, but compared to this sea of blossoms blooming in the cold wind, they are somewhat insignificant."
Hmm? This person has a dedicated greenhouse for flowers at home?
As the weary young man suddenly approached and blurted out, the elegant middle-aged man was momentarily taken aback. Then, with great interest, he initiated a conversation, "Excuse me, may I ask how your greenhouse is set up?"
After receiving the slightly surprised gaze from the weary young man, the elegant middle-aged man explained, a bit embarrassed, "To be honest, I once had a similar idea. But the craftsmen who build greenhouses said that the technology isn't quite mature yet. A regular greenhouse can grow out-of-season fruits and vegetables, but for flowers that are more sensitive to temperature changes, especially roses, the success rate is low. Even if they bloom, they won't look good. So, I wanted to ask how you managed it."
"Oh, that's not difficult."
The weary young man reached into his pocket, feeling around for a moment, and then smiled, "The technology for greenhouse roses was discovered by a botanist named Leon in the Corlock Kingdom. It hasn't spread widely yet. If you're interested, I can introduce you to the craftsmen who built my family's greenhouse."
"Oh my, thank you so much!"
Hearing the weary young man's words, the delighted middle-aged man couldn't help but rub his hands in excitement. He continued the conversation eagerly, "I haven't introduced myself. I'm Jerry Baker, a fellow flower enthusiast."
The weary young man smiled at the elegant middle-aged man and then gestured lightly towards the direction of the Rose Estate's gate, suggesting politely, "Sir, we're all guests here. It's not right to keep the host waiting too long. Shall we go in and talk?"
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
The middle-aged man, now fully attentive, nodded repeatedly and eagerly. He then entered the estate shoulder-to-shoulder with the rose expert, engaging in an enthusiastic conversation. Behind the weary young man, a male servant carrying luggage followed closely, step by step.
...
Wow, this is impressive.
Looking back at the unblocking guards and then at the two men in front of him, deeply engaged in conversation, Leon Porter couldn't help but admire them, blinking in respect. His confidence in this rescue mission grew significantly.
After tearfully offering to help, Senior Tom released Senior Jerry and asked for something to prove his identity. He then instructed Senior Jerry to seek Princess Veronica's assistance, using the royal channel to report to the headquarters. Tom then took an apple from the plate on the desk.
And then, it was time to witness a miracle.
By the time they left the Purification Bureau and walked to the main road to catch a ride, the half-green, half-red sour apple was just finished. Senior Tom casually tossed the core onto the street.
Following the woman carrying a basket of soybeans, who stumbled on a fruit pit and spilled beans all over the street, the horse-drawn carriage that was about to stop in front of them skidded on the beans, moving forward two positions and stopping right in front of them.
After greeting the startled coachman and telling him to continue driving, Tom, the senior, took the reins and boarded the carriage. As the carriage turned the corner, he reached out the window, grabbed something, and then directly obtained a butler's uniform from a rack on the street corner.
Once he changed into the uniform, at Tom's request, he alighted from the carriage, and a butler-like man who had been waiting on the side of the road rushed over, looking anxious.
After scolding him for being late, the butler-like man handed him a set of clean formal wear and asked him to deliver it to the "master" as soon as possible. He even paid the carriage fare.
Finally, the confused coachman drove aimlessly for a while, turned around, and was about to ask where they were headed when Tom opened the door and stepped out of the carriage. He chatted with the elegant middle-aged man at the estate entrance, bypassing the invitation verification process, and effortlessly escorted Lyon into the Rose Estate...
"Let's go, we're heading underground. The Scale Gold Sect's gathering is held there."
In Lyon's admiring gaze, after exchanging contact information with the elegant middle-aged man, Tom, looking weary, approached and called out to Lyon. He then took two apples from the fruit plate in the guest room and handed one to Lyon.
"Want an apple?"
"..."
"Eat!"
Lyon, concerned for Emma's safety, had no appetite for apples.
However, after witnessing Tom's mysterious success in completing the entire preparation with just one green apple and effortlessly infiltrating the Rose Estate, Lyon, fearing that refusing the apple would disrupt the upcoming "apple effect," reluctantly took the apple and began eating it like Tom. However...
"Pew! What bad luck!"
Tom, seeing Lyon's bitter expression after taking a bite, spat out the apple. Lyon blinked in surprise, then imitated him by spitting out the fruit onto the stairs.
"Hmm?"
Tom looked at Lyon with a puzzled expression and asked, "Was your apple sour too?"
"Umm... it's quite sweet."
"Why did you spit it out if it's sweet?"
"..."
"I thought that after spitting out the apple, a series of coincidences would occur, allowing us to infiltrate the gathering. It seems I was overthinking it..."
"Oh no!"
Just as Lyon was about to explain his misunderstanding, embarrassed, a panicked scream came from behind.
A lavishly dressed woman, trying to avoid the apple Lyon had spat out on the stairs, accidentally stepped on her skirt, slipped, and fell onto the stairs, groaning in pain.
A cat claw emblem she wore on her collar strangely flew off, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and coincidentally landed in Lyon's hand...
"Is this... the Cat Spirit's emblem? Is this woman a believer of the Scale Gold Sect?"
Tom, seeing the essential emblem for infiltrating the gathering, was momentarily taken aback. He then looked Lyon up and down in astonishment and asked thoughtfully, "Lyon, are you usually... quite unlucky?"
(End of Chapter)
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