bullyxtreme Chapter 188 Underground Auction (Part 4)
Chapter 188 Underground Auction (Part 4)
Toru Amuro analyzed the identities of the four people in the box. The composer and the painter should be collaborators of the Melodi family. The perfumer seemed to be a subordinate of the Melodi family, and the sculptor in the wheelchair was the person with the highest status among them.
After thinking it over, Toru Amuro secretly observed the composer and painter enter the box, and knocked on the door at the right time.
It was the perfumer who opened the door: "Oh, it's you again, just in time, hurry up and clean up here."
Toru Amuro looked at the mess on the ground. The leg of the small dining table was broken in half, and the broken red wine bottle and wine were spilled on the tablecloth. The culprit was the perfumer who was looking at the mess with disgust.
Sure enough, the eavesdropping device hidden under the dining table was damaged because of such an accident. Amuro Toru thought that the previous remarks made by the composer and painter must have made the perfumer furious, but due to her status she could not take direct action against them, so the dining table became the object of her venting her emotions.
The composer naturally took the drink left for him from the coffee table and stood at the window of the box, watching the auction being prepared in the distance.
"Hmph, Kleiberg, I heard that your family has an heirloom gem. Would you consider giving it away to make some contribution?" The perfumer's words became sarcastic and he deliberately targeted the composer.
The composer put down his glass. "That gem is my aunt's amulet. I have no right to interfere. Besides, this gem is of great significance to the Kreiberg family, but in the eyes of others it is just an ordinary gem."
The painter immediately dug up the rumor behind the gem: "I heard that this gem was Lady Mary's favorite treasure. When she was forced to marry, she claimed that as long as she could take this gem, all other dowry would be discarded."
The perfumer sneered, "How foolish! No dowry means no money or power. Being away from home will put her in a difficult position in her husband's family. But fortunately, Lady Mary has a good husband."
"Manus de Capet, when this man first came to Austria, many old nobles wanted to marry their daughters to him. But he fell in love with Lady Marie, and after they got married, he even built a racecourse for his beloved wife."
The sculptor gently stroked his scissors. "It's a shame these two have been dragged into another family feud."
The composer frowned. "The Baril family, right?"
The perfumer suddenly laughed heartily. "Yes, poor Lady Mary was actually rumored to have had an affair with a jockey at the racecourse. The evidence was the cornflower, the symbol of the Kleiberg family. The racecourse was also forced to close due to a series of accidents. This is simply a huge scandal."
"Manus died of depression, and Lady Mary, childless, naturally had no choice but to return to her parents' home. What did she find when she returned? A burned-out old house and a family cemetery filled with bodies! She certainly didn't imagine that the one responsible for all this was the very nephew who comforted her!"
The composer pounded his fist on the table. "What are you talking about? I have a strong alibi for the day of the fire. It was just an accident. Now I have no choice but to rely on my aunt for support."
"Hmph, you feel guilty, Clayberg. You are such a cruel and ruthless person that in the end no one will truly applaud your work." The perfumer had a smug smile on his face.
The composer's pale face was stained red with anger, but he did not lose his temper.
The perfumer, feeling happy because he had scolded the composer, urged Amuro Toru, who was cleaning nearby, "Hey, are you done yet? Why are you taking so long?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. It will take some time to clean up because the broken pieces of the bottle are everywhere." Toru Amuro bowed and apologized to the perfumer, but he was digesting the information contained in this long paragraph in his mind.
The composer, angered by the perfumer's words, then launched into a tirade: "What about you? Are you Vera or Chloe? Why don't you go and pray to the goddess Mnemosyne to erase your sinful memories?"
"Chloe is dead, she died a long time ago! I wish she had never existed from the beginning! I am Vera, I am just Vera!" The perfumer became emotional again.
The painter watching from the side snorted coldly, "A fake is always a fake. You're not the 'Chloe' you once were, and you can't be 'Vera' now. It seems that twins carry a bit of a curse. I didn't believe it originally, but the cases before me seem a bit too many. Isn't that right, Mr. Kreborg?"
The composer was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his brow and said, "No, I don't have a twin brother, so I can't understand this feeling. I'm really sorry."
The perfumer glared at the composer and the painter angrily. She wanted to say something but was frightened by the sculptor's stern look. She could only spray herself with perfume over and over again.
The sculptor tapped his wheelchair. "That's enough, Vera. Do you want to fill the whole room with the smell of perfume? If you're upset, you'd better go wash your face."
"No, no, Ms. Galatea, I'm completely fine now and won't cause you any more trouble." The perfumer hurriedly put away his perfume bottle.
The painter, on the other hand, continued his previous conversation with the composer: "Mr. Kreiberg, what do you think the Baril family will do in the future?"
"Perhaps, that neglected little girl from the Baril branch family will follow the same path as us. I heard that her brother was paralyzed in a horse racing accident."
"That old man Baril should have left the stage long ago. Someone is already planning to get rid of this old man who is just sitting there doing nothing but eating. Who allowed him to reach so far and try to reach the gold mines of the Glittering Grottoes?"
"There's no real gold mine in the Glittering Caves, Mr. Walden. There's nothing but worthless pyrite. Perhaps the ore miner responsible for this place is mentally ill."
[Explorer:?]
[Entomologist: Haha.]
[Novelist: Ahem, it's all a cover-up, don't take it seriously.]
[Explorer: Why did you take it so seriously when you were being accused of something?]
[Cheerleader: Come to think of it, there's no real Baril family in this world.]
[Photographer: It doesn't matter. After a while, your "family" will be destroyed by humanitarianism in this world.]
[Explorer: What a humanitarian destruction.]
The painter smiled mysteriously. "Or perhaps there's something more valuable than gold inside. I'm planning to buy some ore from this director. After all, some vintage pigments are made by grinding ore."
"You're really striving for perfection, Mr. Walden. You'd better keep your eyes open at the auction later and don't let any fakes sneak in."
"No trouble."
With Toru Amuro's deliberate procrastination and several people's deliberate leaks, he successfully listened to the long list of gossip, cleaned up the wine stains and bottle fragments, and then bowed to them and said goodbye.
After leaving the box, Amuro Toru pondered the names of the families he had just heard: "Mellodi, Clayburg, Walden, Baril, as expected, the Oritis Organization can conduct such a level of human experiments, and it must be supported by these families behind the scenes. I'll ask Kazami Yuya to investigate later."