Meet again

There were still four days before the enfeoffment ceremony, which meant that there were only five days left before Locke would leave his parents. Once the ceremony was over, he would have to escort Angelina to the Aomar Empire.

Sverre and Bart followed Locke on the left and right of the street.

"Let's go over there and have a look," said Locke as he pointed to a crowded place on the left.

Sverre and Bart had no objections and followed him closely.

In the past few days, the two of them had discovered that Locke was the hidden tycoon among the three of them. It turned out that Bart was going to show off his extravagance with his savings, but Locke casually took out a hundred dollar voucher and slapped him in the face.

Although Bart was the baron's second son, the money he had saved over the years was only a few dozen gold derahls. Although Cardoj had led him to manage the territory on behalf of the baron for a few years, he didn't dare to be greedy for money.

It was even more so for Sverre. Most knights weren't good at managing money, and Wyr was one of them. He was powerful, but he still had to create value for his own farm to maintain the income of the people in his territory.

Over the past few days, the two of them had gone from being Locke's guides to being his attendants.

Not everyone was as generous as Locke. Bart wanted an expensive gown, and Sverre wanted to buy his mother a velvet pajamas from the Aomar Empire. Locke had paid for them.

These nobles weren't as glamorous as they looked.

When the three of them squeezed in, they realised that they were in a newly opened jewellery shop. The people who stopped around were either gorgeously dressed women or polite gentlemen.

"Let's go somewhere else," whispered Sverre. This wasn't a place they could come to.

"I agree." Bart saw someone he knew. It was a viscount from the southern province of Dor. He was holding his wife's hand and talking to others with a smile.

If Cardoj was barely qualified to come here, then they could forget about it.

"Why are we going? Let's go in and have a look! "Locke took the lead and walked in. Sverre and Bart smiled bitterly and followed him in.

He hadn't bought any jewellery for his mother and sister. He only bought two silver rings before, but he felt that it wasn't enough.

There were a lot of good things in Glace and Angelina's spatial gear, but they obviously had Shalorian craftsmanship and style, so taking them out might cause unnecessary trouble.

Although this jewelry store was newly opened, its owner should be quite influential. In such a bustling street, the area of the jewelry store was three times the size of other stores. Just the feeling it gave off was a lot more spacious. In addition, the shop assistants and maids in the store were all wearing clean uniforms, instantly raising the grade of the store.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Asked an attendant who looked like a pretty boy. Although the three of them were shorter than the other customers in the store, they were still dressed in formal attire and boots. At least they didn't look like commoners.

"I need two necklaces suitable for my mother and sister," Locke said bluntly.

The fair-skinned man nodded. "Please follow me!" As he spoke, he led Locke and the others to the room next door. Although there were also jewels here, they seemed to be inferior to those in the hall outside.

Every time a jewelry store like this made a deal, the clerks and maids in charge of reception would get a good commission. It wasn't that the fair-skinned man was stupid, but he was evaluating Locke's purchasing power.

Not long after, three jewellery boxes were placed in front of Locke. He opened them and saw a yellow gem necklace, a green emerald necklace and a blue droplet stone necklace.

"I think the green emerald necklace might suit your mother. How about the yellow gem necklace for your sister?" suggested the attendant.

Locke looked at the three necklaces carefully and asked with a strange expression, "How much do they cost?"

"You can buy them for a total of 78 gold derahls," said the attendant.

Seeing that Locke didn't speak for a long time, the attendant thought that he thought it was expensive and explained, "These are precious jewels excavated from the Shalorian palace. The price is very fair."

Was the price fair? Locke didn't know. He only knew that Kristin's spatial gear was full of these things. If he could sell them for 78 gold derahls, he would immediately become a tycoon with a net worth of tens of thousands of gold derahls.

The attendant seemed to want to continue introducing the jewels in his hand, but Locke interrupted him directly, "Sorry, I'm not buying them!" After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the attendant dumbfounded.

He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance on his way out. He wanted to pretend that he didn't see him because Angelina told him to stay away from this person. But it seemed that this person was too long. Locke tried his best to walk around him, but he still bumped into him.

"Are you blind?!" A servant jumped out and pointed at Locke's nose and scolded. His voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for the people around him to hear.

Melson was in a good mood today because his jewelry store had opened. Countless spoils of war from the frontlines could be converted into his favorite gold derahls through this small shop.

Someone bumped into him just now. It was probably an accident, and Viscount Melson didn't want to bother about it at first. However, his lackey was very responsible and wouldn't let go of the person. As the owner of the place, he had no choice but to take a look at the person who bumped into him.

Melson's eyes turned from the size of a rice grain to the size of a copper bell in the blink of an eye.

Smack! A loud slap sounded. The servant, who was less than a quarter of Melson's height and physique, spun a few times in the air and fell to the ground.

"Are you blind?!" Melson retorted, "This is Herr Locke!" He pointed at Locke, as if he wanted his staff to take a good look at him.

"Brother Locke, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you to meet such an insensible servant when you came to my place. I'll teach him a lesson later!" Melson ran forward and grabbed Locke's hand, asking about his well-being.

Locke forcibly pulled his hand out of Melson's fat hand and replied calmly, "It's alright."

Melson thought that Locke was still unhappy. He turned around and lifted his right leg, which weighed who knew how many pounds, and stomped hard on the servant. The servant let out a wail of pain. At least three of his ribs were broken. Locke examined him with a professional gaze.

"It's not a big deal. Let him go," said Locke. He didn't know how many years it had been since someone scolded him. He could only say that the servant deserved it.

"Alright, whatever you say, Brother Locke." Melson turned around and pulled Locke back into the shop. "Since you've come to my shop, I can't let you go back empty-handed."

There were many onlookers around, but no one expected the ending to be like this.

"Who's that kid?" a viscount asked another noble who was familiar with him.

"I don't know. There's no such person in the royal capital." The person who answered him was also a viscount. "But for Melson to treat him so politely, he must have a powerful background!"

"I'll ask around later."

"Okay."

Although Melson was also a viscount, his family was ranked in the top five in the royal capital. Ordinary viscounts couldn't compare to them.

Moreover, there were two counts in his family who held real power in the royal capital. One was in charge of internal affairs, while the other was in charge of the military. In addition, the family's business was spread throughout the entertainment industry in the royal capital. They didn't lack money. Although they weren't at the peak of their power, they were at least a prominent family.

In one of the private rooms.

"Brother, is there anything you want to buy here? I'll pick out the best for you!" Viscount Melson patted his fat belly and agreed in a forthright manner.

"I wanted two necklaces, but I don't need them anymore," said Locke.

"You don't need what?! Since you're here, you can't go back empty-handed. I'll get someone to bring you authentic goods from the Shalorian palace! "Melson grabbed Locke's hand and refused to let him go.

He would be a fool not to take advantage of an opportunity. Since he was begging him to take it, it would be a waste if Locke didn't take it.

Not long after, two good-looking maids walked into the private room with two plates. They removed the red silk on the plates and revealed more than ten exquisite necklaces on them.

"Let me pick." Locke stroked his chin and sized them up.

"What are you picking?!" Melson grabbed all the necklaces and stuffed them into Locke's arms. He had the imposing manner of weighing gold and silver in the barracks.

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Happy Children's Day, everyone.