Viscount Yelise's servant came?
Elana was slightly stunned when she heard the news. Although her father was also a sir, due to his poor management, the family's assets shrank year after year. Although it was not yet to the point of being heavily in debt, it was no longer as glorious as before.
This situation only improved slightly after her brother joined the navy and became a Lieutenant.
But it was extremely limited.
Viscount Yelise was a completely different story. This young sir, not more than thirty years old, inherited his father's title and fortune, and in just two short years, he doubled his family's wealth.
His investment vision was sharp and unique, and even merchants would keep a close eye on Viscount Yelise. When they noticed which industry the Viscount invested in, some merchants would blindly follow suit, and a few of them actually made a lot of money.
For a time, Viscount Yelise became a legend in the Backlund business circle.
Elana participated in the Mysticologist gathering organized by Viscount Yelise, partly because she was interested in this area, and partly because she wanted to get closer to the Viscount. However, she had attended at least eight or ten gatherings, and during that time, apart from one occasion when she spoke a few words with the Viscount, she never had another opportunity to have an in-depth conversation with this rising noble.
Now, hearing that Viscount Yelise's servant was seeking an Spectator, the Miss felt surprised and delighted.
Her first thought was to go downstairs immediately, but out of modesty and noble etiquette, she did not do so.
With the help of her maid, she changed into a more mature long dress, which had many ruffles and rare, delicate lace. This was arguably Elana's best dress.
After changing her dress, she came to the hall, where Viscount Yelise's male servant was already waiting.
Seeing Elana, the ordinary-looking male servant bowed and said, "Good morning, Miss Elana, please allow me, on behalf of my master, the esteemed Mr. Yelise, to extend my sincere greetings to you."
Elana nodded slightly, showing a just-right smile: "Please also convey my regards to Your Excellency the Viscount."
"Alright."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the male servant stated his purpose: "Your Excellency the Sir has issued a commission. He wishes to invite those within the circle, the regular attendees of the gatherings, to find a way to decipher this notebook of Emperor Roselle."
"As long as the correct content can be translated, Your Excellency the Sir is willing to offer a special book titled 'The Book of Fate' as remuneration. This book was written by Emperor Roselle's eldest daughter and is a treasure that all historians and Mysticologists cannot refuse. It holds extremely high value, both for Mysticologist research and for collection."
Commission to decipher the notebook 'The Book of Fate'. Elana quickly grasped these key words and showed strong interest.
She believed that although she couldn't decipher the notebook herself, through this commission, this connection, she seemed to have subtly drawn a little closer to Viscount Yelise.
"Additionally, we have noticed that among the guests who attended the last gathering, several seemed to be first-time attendees and were invited by Miss Elana."
The Viscount's male servant smiled: "So, may I ask Miss Elana to kindly Rayleigh the message and convey the Viscount's intentions?"
"No problem." Elana knew that those guests were Lex and his sister. She also remembered Lex's expression at the gathering.
Perhaps Major Lex has studied the symbols created by the Emperor. I can use this opportunity to get a little closer to Major Lex.
"Then, thank you very much for your assistance." Subsequently, the male servant left several notebooks and then took his leave.
After seeing off Viscount Yelise's male servant, Elana did not want to delay for a moment. She had her servant prepare the carriage and then headed straight for Backlund Street.
162 Backlund Street.
After glancing at the gurgling fountain, Elana stepped down from the carriage and slowly walked towards the main entrance of the house.
Having already received news of the Miss's visit, Harribel came to greet her.
"Good morning, Miss Harribel."
"Good morning, Miss Elana."
After the two Young Misses greeted each other, Elana smiled and, like good friends, naturally linked arms with Harribel.
For a moment, the blonde Miss's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed and did not refuse.
They entered the house, first arriving at the spacious entrance hall, furnished with chairs and an umbrella stand. Passing through the second large door, they entered a grand hall capable of accommodating dozens of guests for dancing.
Elana's eyes flashed with a hint of loss. She remembered that when she was young, her family also had such a spacious hall, but later, her father's frequent poor management led to a shrinking of their family assets, and they had to move out of their original house and rent their current one.
"Miss Harribel, actually, I came today because Viscount Yelise issued a commission."
Elana explained her purpose while touring the house, and finally asked: "Is Major Lex at home?"
Harribel pouted childishly but quickly adjusted: "Brother ran off early this morning, and I don't know where he went. If I find out he went to play without me, I'll make him pay when he gets back!"
"Sublieutenant is not at home?"
Elana was a little disappointed, but still handed a notebook to Harribel: "Then I can only ask you to convey the Viscount's message."
"Okay." The blonde Miss readily agreed... Tuesday morning at nine o'clock, Crown Cemetery.
Lex, dressed in a black formal suit and holding flowers, stood at the edge of the crowd with Lyn, his expression solemn.
In front, near the grave, Talim's mother cried inconsolably. Her husband, the equestrian instructor's father, embraced his wife, offering comfort. This father's hair was gray, his mental state was quite poor, and he generally gave the impression of trembling, making one worry he might fall.
At this moment, Lex saw someone approaching with flowers not far away. It was a young man, dressed in a black shirt, black vest, and black woolen overcoat, looking a bit like a private Detective.
He also stood at the edge of the crowd, but in the completely opposite direction from Lex. He was silent, seemingly mourning the deceased.
When Talim Dumont's coffin was brought over, Talim's mother tried to say something several times, but her words were ultimately replaced by sobs.
People watched the deceased receive the requiem, watched the coffin slowly being buried in the earth, and then successively came forward to offer flowers, bidding farewell to the deceased one last time.
Lex walked to the grave, placed the plain white flowers in his hand on top of others, sighed softly, and turned to leave.
Then he saw Aaron, the surgeon, with a gentleman. After a slight nod to Lex, he moved closer to the man who looked like a private Detective.
Lex saw the doctor take off his glasses, wipe the corner of his eye, and sigh softly.
"He was a passionate fellow, he shouldn't have met such an end."
The doctor's words faintly drifted over.