From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

After leaving Mr. Jin's villa, Byrne did not go back immediately but wandered around the city center of Fein City. The people around him were in a hurry and always had a lot of things to do. They seemed much busier than the people in Nasir.

He could fully feel the vitality of this city, but he also vaguely realized that too fast development was not entirely a good thing.

Moreover, the dirty garbage everywhere reminded him of the plague he had experienced in his childhood, and many terrifying memories suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Sooner or later, the development plan of Fein City must be completely intervened by the City Hall, otherwise there will definitely be a big mess."

Suddenly, Byrne's eyes were attracted by a tailor shop while walking on the road.

The clothes displayed in the tailor shop were quite classy, ​​and the fine workmanship was obviously the kind that only the upper class would wear, which made him stare for a long time without turning his head.

Byrne lowered his head and took a look at the clothes he was wearing. Although they were nice and gorgeous clothes, the details were not sophisticated enough, and it was easy for people to recognize that the owner of the clothes was a person from a small place.

He still remembered that Lucius said that clothes make the man, and people with good looks are more willing to listen to what they say, so it is worth investing in a more decent set of clothes.

Byrne then entered the tailor shop and soon saw a tall, thin old man with high cheekbones and a serious demeanor walking towards him rigorously.

He was wearing a black suit and a single-sided glasses and looked at Byrne. After a moment, he shook his head firmly and seriously and said:

"Sir, please forgive me for being blunt, but your temperament and the clothes you wear are completely incompatible. I can see that you are quite talented, but that dress is absolutely garbage."

Byrne was stunned by the other party's straightforwardness and asked with a smile: "Then what clothes do you think are suitable for me?"

"You are a noble or at least a knight, and now the upper class of Syat is wearing tuxedos from the Loen Empire."

The old man's voice was serious, professional and unquestionable. He bowed and continued:

"Our store will provide the most professional clothing recommendations and "You will never be disappointed."

"What you need is a navy blue tuxedo, the Lorne style, not the Qiyao style. All the clothes in our store are tailor-made. Please let me measure your body size.

Byrne became more and more interested, but he still asked the price cautiously before measuring, and then was shocked by the price of thirty silver coins on the spot, but finally gritted his teeth and decided to do it.

Just after he measured his body size, he suddenly heard a woman's voice outside the door.

"Mr. Holly, the store manager, how is my brother's clothes made? He will attend the banquet of Viscount Best recently, and he can't lag behind others in appearance."

The one who entered the tailor shop was a young woman with gorgeous clothes, with light golden curly hair draped down along the smooth forehead, and there was a girl's vitality in her eyes.

She saw Byrne putting on his coat, stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "Hello, sir, I am Margaret, Margaret of the Hoffman family. "

Byrne also nodded to her calmly and politely, and said with a smile on his face: "Good day, Ms. Margaret, I am Byrne from the Fisher family."

Byrne, the Fisher family, Margaret secretly wrote down the name in her heart.

But she did not have the courage to communicate actively. Manager Holly took note of Byrne's body size, and then said calmly:

"Ms. Margaret, come back tomorrow, Baron Hoffman's clothes are not yet fully made. You know, perfect craftsmanship always takes time to show. "

"Okay."

Margaret nodded indifferently, secretly looked at the young and handsome man, and did not say anything for a long time. After Byrne left, she asked Manager Holly of the tailor shop as soon as possible.

"That young man, I have never seen him before. I know all the nobles and knights in Finn City. Manager Holly, do you know where he is from?"

Manager Holly showed a rather playful smile, shrugged and said: "I don't know, ma'am. "

Margaret was immediately a little discouraged, and at the same time, she couldn't help imagining the identity of the handsome young man in her mind. She felt that he should be a great man.

Manager Holly continued to say leisurely: "But he will come to our store again. When the time comes, I can help you ask a lot of things you want to know."

After leaving the tailor shop, Byrne returned to the Nodival Bank and solemnly took out a black iron box and put it in the bank's special safe. He needs to pay a storage fee of five silver coins every year.

He guessed that the Meyer family might still have a way to find them. If they send strong men to cause trouble again, the safety of the Fisher family will be a problem.

But it would be much safer to store them in the bank in Fein City. There is even a strong man of the third-level "monarch" level in this city, that is, the East Coast Regional Bishop of the Storm Church. The Meyer family can't come and rob them anyway.

"One day they will be taken back. Sooner or later, the Fisher family will find all the remaining components. "Byrne muttered to himself as he left the bank.

A few days later, Byrne came to the tailor shop again to get further cooperation on making the tuxedo.

After a while, he received a letter when he was about to leave. It was a baron who was close to the Roman family and heard about the Fisher family and invited him to attend a high-class banquet to be held in Fein City.

Byrne was very surprised. When the clothes were ready, he could attend the banquet.

The participants of this banquet were all upper-class people in Fein City. The host was Viscount Bester, the lord of Fein City, and the two most important guests were Count Hoven, the governor of the East Sea, and the regional bishop of the Storm Church.

Their every move controlled the life and death of millions of people in the East Coast Province.

When the elegant, young and handsome Byrne entered the venue, he was quickly noticed by many female guests.

His facial features were extremely delicate, and he looked full of sunshine. There was a little melancholy in the depths of his eyes, especially his lips were extremely charming when he smiled.

Byrne had no chance to talk to Count Hoven and Bishop Storm, the two focal points, and could only silently remember their appearance.

Count Hoven was very similar to his nephew Baron Hoven. He was tall and thin, and very talkative, but his smiling face had obvious signs of aging, and his temples were gray.

Bishop Storm was a "weird man" wearing a blue-purple robe and exuding the smell of alcohol.

His cold face twitched from time to time. He never took the initiative to greet people, and even spoke in a messy way to people, which surprised Byrne, who had heard of him for a long time. He believed that this guy was just a drunkard who was about to be thrown out of the tavern.

Soon he learned the whole story. It turned out that the Storm Bishop had used a "taboo-level" mysterious wonder in his early years, and had to pay the "price" to drink a lot all day long, which gradually turned into what he is now.

At the banquet, Byrne saw Margaret with long light golden hair again. While other girls were still watching, she came forward politely.

Margaret looked up and said with a smile: "Mr. Byrne, long time no see, I am Baron Hoffman's sister, do you remember the last encounter?"

Byrne was slightly stunned, and smiled: "Ms. Margaret, it is my honor to meet you again. It is a perfect coincidence. The person who invited me here is Baron Hoffman."

Margaret pretended not to know the whole story and showed a surprised expression.

"Really? That's how it is! What a coincidence!"

Byrne smiled gently, vaguely remembering that he had "run into" other girls in the town several times, and they all seemed to have the same demeanor.

Well, he always felt that something was not right.