NOVPUBSunday morning.
Today, Lanci and Talia had no work arrangements, so after breakfast, they went out.
This time, it seemed Talia chose to indulge Lanci, letting him sleep in without disturbing him.
Nine o’clock in Pariel, like a young girl kissed by dew and sunlight, was fresh and full of vitality. On both sides of the street, the leaves of the plane trees still bore the sparkling dewdrops, shimmering brightly.
"Huuah, I’m still so tired."
Lanci rubbed his eyes, yawned, and made an unintelligible sound.
Starting from their stay at the Platinum Sen Palace Mental Hotel, they took several winding narrow alleys, and walked towards the Selina River along the cultural district, where they could spot those centuries-old bridges.
As far as the eye could see, the river water glittered under the morning light, and occasionally, boats passed by, leaving ripples in their wake.
"So, ask me to exert myself less, because in the end, it’s you who will suffer."
Talia spread out her palm,
"But honestly, this body is really convenient for me now; it never gets tired no matter what."
As long as she had a steady supply of the host’s mana, she was like a special creature between a physical and magical entity, always waking up in the best and most refreshed state.
"Let me go back home for a nap at noon, and I’ll take you out to explore shops in the afternoon."
Lanci, looking at the energetic Talia, suggested.
Ever since the Great Love Poet became Talia, his days were like endurance training.
And since they arrived in Floral City Pariel, the two of them have yet to dine at many restaurants to enjoy Poseen cuisine.
Rocky McCarthy, the butler who worked Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, was off today, Sunday, and he had promised to take Talia to visit several stores, eating their way from south to north.
"Okay, the hotel’s afternoon tea buffet is pretty good too. You sleep upstairs and I’ll wait for you in the restaurant on the third floor."
Talia agreed.
"Mm, tomorrow’s Monday. I have to work at Count Bathist’s place again, so let’s enjoy today to the fullest."
Lanci said with a smile.
Talia now unexpectedly knew how to be considerate and understood that he worked hard.
Occasionally, they could have a more joyful conversation like this.
Originally, on the morning they went to Petras Auction House, he and Talia had decided to have a good time in Floral City Pariel in the afternoon and also visit the Pariel Church of the Mother and the Church of the Goddess of Destiny’s temple to seek a charm, but all those plans had been shelved due to sudden work.
Today, they were going to resume the plan.
It was not necessarily true that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, but sometimes it really wasn’t him looking for work, but work finding him.
"What should I say about you... How do you manage to find work wherever you go?"
As Lanci mentioned work again, Talia couldn’t help asking him.
Looking back at that auction, she felt that for once, she and Lanci had been in perfect harmony.
At that time, Cat Boss stood backstage, looking bewildered. As an original employer from the Lanci Clan, it had brought forward their work contract to be auctioned.
Before signing the work contract with Cat Boss, Lanci had changed his identity to that of Rocky McCarthy from the Northern Continent. As someone from the Protoss Empire with noble lineage, he successfully obtained a Northern Continent visitor’s visa from the Kingdom Joint Council upon arriving at the South Continent.
Mr. Kyle Baptiste, the Earl’s son, naturally became interested upon seeing this novel species.
And then Talia understood something.
She started to bid for the brown-haired, green-eyed Rocky McCarthy.
When Mr. Kyle saw Talia showing interest in this rare Lanci, he began to bid against her on the spot.
If it weren’t for the fact that the money Talia and Lanci had put together, along with the credit line from the Wilford Chamber of Commerce, came to just over forty thousand Pounds, she might have bid even higher.
In the end, the young Earl managed to joyfully take home a butler for fifty thousand Pounds.
"No, sister, I was thinking that if you were to bid, Mr. Kyle would definitely raise the price and purchase me. I never expected you to use up our Dad’s three thousand Pound credit line in the bidding."
Lanci read Talia’s thoughts, not understanding where she got the confidence to keep bidding up to over forty thousand Pounds.
Sometimes, if they were too far apart, they really couldn’t hear each other’s thoughts.
If Mr. Kyle had stopped bidding, Lanci and Talia would have ended up with a net loss of a few thousand Pounds in commission.
Fortunately, Mr. Kyle was a genuine and simple person who really did bid up to fifty thousand Pounds, resolute on winning Lanci all to himself.
"Then you just say whether the result was good or not."
Talia decided to withdraw her previous thought.
She and Lanci really had no understanding of each other and were running chaotically.
But come to think of it.
Throughout these days, Talia observed that Lanci had done nothing strange for Count Bathist’s family. On the contrary, he could be described as diligent and responsible.
As a result, the family gradually became dependent on him, as if he had become their emotional support. In just a couple of days, their mental state started showing signs of unrest.
When asked, Lanci simply said this was love.
"Anyway, it’s me who’s working, and taking so much money from someone else’s family, I definitely can’t leave so casually. At least, while I’m in the Poseen Kingdom, I need to fulfill my responsibilities and take good care of the Bathist family."
Lanci sighed with a trace of sorrow.
He really had not intended to take as much as fifty thousand Pounds initially.
Their elder brother was an honest man, and the sister was even more so, struggling to save up another fifty thousand to offer him.
"I’ve also contributed effort, don’t forget who was the one taking action in the arena yesterday."
Talia emphasized.
Lanci had agreed to split the final earnings with her fifty-fifty.
