Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 251: -37- Yo, we meet again

Chapter 251: -37- Yo, we meet again

"This is an original by Daniel! It’s said that one of these alone is worth at least six thousand gold tanas!"

"Coria silk! The curtains here are actually woven from Coria silk, and they even have a touch of Parsu style; it must be the work of a master from the Far East!"

"Porcelain! This is carved porcelain from the Far East! This is a big deal! I’ve seen it at the auction in the Royal Capital with my father before, and it wouldn’t go for less than ten thousand gold tanas!"

"Rich! Truly rich! It’s no wonder this is the top VIP room of the Castel Mercenary Association! So wealthy! This level of luxury almost catches up to our house back in the day!"

Inside the VIP room of the Mercenary Association, the Bloodline girl, Agnes, looked around excitedly, touching various pieces of luxurious furniture and decorations, her eyes shining.

However, her overly excited demeanor made the middle-aged knight’s eyelid twitch:

"Miss, be careful, please... Everything here costs thousands of gold tanas. If you accidentally break something, we can’t afford to pay for it now."

"Ah! I know! I’ll be more careful! Besides, once we sell the castle, we’ll make a big sum of money. I’ve calculated, the Sharp Corner Castle, though a bit remote, should fetch us several hundred thousand gold tanas! By then, we’ll also be wealthy!"

Agnes said excitedly.

However, upon hearing the girl’s words, the middle-aged knight hesitated:

"Miss... about that client the Mercenary Association mentioned, I’m feeling a bit uneasy."

"Do you think it’s such a coincidence? We just came to commission the auction of the castle, and right after, there’s someone from the Mercenary Association who wants to buy it and even meet with us?"

Seeing her knight’s worried expression, something stirred in Agnes’s heart:

"You mean..."

"Miss..."

Rahael became solemn:

"As you said, Sharp Corner Castle could fetch several hundred thousand gold tanas at the least. That’s no small amount. The existence that could easily produce such a large sum of money, even in wealthy Castel, must be few and far between."

"We are in North Port, the Capital Mansion of Castel, considered VIP clients by the Mercenary Association and interested in buying castles and lands, able to put forth so much money at once, could it be..."

Agnes raised an eyebrow:

"Are you worried we might have run into Castel’s junior earl?"

Rahael hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Agnes suddenly jumped up:

"Shh—! Don’t jinx it with such ominous words!"

"But... we should still be cautious. Count Castel is too mystifying. Even you can’t suppress the dead spirit’s tome, yet it obeys her without question. She surely isn’t that simple..."

the middle-aged knight reminded.

Agnes pursed her lips, saying:

"I know, she definitely has secrets. Perhaps, just as the legends claim, she is a Saintess of the Holy Royal Court, a Divine Favored walking the earth, possessing some powers unknown to mortals."

"But, let’s not worry too much. I quietly investigated yesterday; she should be at the Castel silver mine now. I heard there’s been a big problem at the Castel mines."

"Hehe, the Castel silver mine is also a target for those guys; surely, it’s also related to them, enough to keep her busy for a while."

The girl said gleefully.

Then, she touched her chin:

"Of course, you do have a point. There aren’t many patrons who could put forth so much money; it might just be someone she knows. We do need to be cautious. Even if we meet, we should disguise our appearance."

"I’ve already told the receptionist not to reveal our true identities. We are registered mercenaries after all; the Mercenary Association still maintains that principle."

After speaking, Agnes searched inside her coat and pulled out two masks, putting one on and tossing the other to the middle-aged knight, Rahael:

"Here, put on the mask! Once the deal is done, we’ll completely change these shabby outfits and then no one will be able to find us!"

Thinking it over, she still felt uneasy and moved to the window to open it, ensuring a path for a quick escape.

Taking the mask from the girl, Rahael also put it on his face.

But looking at his rusty armor, he couldn’t help but mutter:

"I hope it really isn’t her..."

"Don’t speak ill! Shift your mindset! Now we are mysterious Bloodline mercenaries!"

Agnes retorted with a glare.

Meanwhile, as the master and servant conversed, the receptionist who had led them to the VIP meeting hall came back:

"Honorable Miss, Honorable Sir, the customer who wishes to meet both of you has arrived."

After speaking, the receptionist stepped aside respectfully, clearing a path.

Agnes and Rahael instantly sharpened their focus.

And the next second, they saw two familiar figures, one short and one tall, being personally accompanied by the branch head of the Mercenary Association, Layton.

A blonde girl in a black and white Gothic noble dress, an elegant Elf butler in a black tailcoat.

If not Charlotte and Sebastian, then who else?

The smile on the Bloodline girl Agnes’s face instantly froze, and Rahael almost subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

At the same moment, upon seeing the two masked figures, Charlotte and Sebastian were slightly taken aback. But quickly, their expressions turned somewhat peculiar.