Chapter 271: A Lost Aristocrat

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

Vera went out in the afternoon, but she returned at dinner time without any expression on her face.

Vicar, who knew her well, understood that it was because Vera did not get any results.

“There’s nothing in Yakov’s family. His wife is a typical housewife and his son’s room has some hidden marijuana; his daughter is a party-goer but has a figure that is way out of shape.” Vera sighed, “It’s just a normal typical middle-class family.”

“Oh, is it? But I have got some information.” Vicar shrugged.

Vera sat down casually, legs crossed, both her hands held the back of the sofa, with a face waiting for good news.

Vicar, who was familiar with it, sighed, “To be exact, there’s a clue from you.”

“Can you say it more clearly?” said Vera with some impatience.

Vicar had to say, “An invitation was sent to your personal E-mail box, indicating the time and place… Three days later, there will be an auction of ‘The Nameless Maiden’.”

“Do you mean my private E-mail box?” Vera frowned.

Vicar shrugged, “Of course it’s you, ‘Vera Toktahonov’.”

Vera was silent for a while; then she suddenly said, “Who is the inviter?”

“F & C.” Vicar said solemnly.

Vera suddenly said indifferently, “I don’t remember giving my private E-mail address away?”

Vika laughed, “My dear Princess, have you forgotten why you ran away from home? Although you have not revealed the E-mail address, there are many bosses which are very concerned about your future life! Don’t you know how many love letters your personal mailbox receives every day from all over the world? I’m the person….”

Vicar pointed to himself and said, “I’m the person taking time every day to help reply them for you.”

Vera squinted eyes and showed a smile, “Are those admirers handsome?”

Vicar answered while nodded repeatedly, “Well, several guys are almost perfect.”

Vera walked toward Vicar with a delicate smile which makes her looked like a female leopard. He could only swallow and say, “I really didn’t do anything except asked for some photos at most.”

Vera swirled her fingers quickly.

Vicar froze with intuition that nothing good would happen. But his experience also indicated that if he didn’t follow, it would be worse. So he could only turn around.

With a sneer, Vera picked up the TV remote-control and plunged it into Vicar’s body.

“Oh!! Easy does it… Oh!”

“Enjoy it?” Vera whispered next to Vicar’s ears.

Vicar clamped up his legs with a trying face, painfully saying, “I haven’t used it for a long time. Oh, be gentle…”

“Get me an evening dress ready tomorrow. I’ll go to the auction.” Vera let go his hand and turned him over; suddenly she violently pressed Vicar’s body against the stool.

When Vicar cried, she said, “Did you hear it clearly?”

“I…got it.”

Vera clapped hands, returning to the room smartly. Vicar stood up by holding the chair, and pulled the remote control out in a strange expression which was finally converted into pleasure.

He heaved a sigh of relief, it didn’t seem too bad.

So he stared at the remote control falling on the ground, as if thinking about something…

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…

Around the age of 60, every action of the well-dressed man was so appropriate that it seem to come from a textbook.

Wearing a pair of white gloves, a pocket watch chain was revealed in his pocket.

When Urey woke up again, he saw such an old man standing beside him. The old man’s hair was gray, but still looked very energetic.

It was a room ten times more luxurious than the hotel where he woke up last time.

“I… should be in the subway station.” Urey hesitated. He sat up and tried to figure out what was going on.

He touched his belly subconsciously, but found that there were no wounds on his body— Even the legs injured earlier had healed up well.

“Mr. Urey, the hot water is ready for your bath now,” the old man said with smile.

“Am…I dreaming?” Urey opened his mouth. He didn’t remember when he had obtained the respect from such an imposing old gentleman. He asked,” Where… is this place? And who are you?”

“Please call me Edgar.” the old man said with a calm smile on his face, “You are in your private Cachia Manor, sir. Please bathe soon. As an aristocrat, it’s extremely impolite to make the guests wait for you.”

“My… private manor?… Aristocrat?”

…

…

The spacious bathroom, equivalent to a living room of 80 square meters, connected to the changing room, where there were more than 20 sets of luxury clothes.

Countless ties, watches, belts, hats… and shoes.

Even after Urey had bathed blankly, he was shaved by a beautiful maid.

Urey felt as if he was drunk on his dream. Looking out of the bathroom’s window, he only saw a small corner of the manor, which was a very flat and large lawn!

He couldn’t even see the fence.

He couldn’t believe that the man in the mirror was himself either.

After shaving the untidy beard and trimming hair, making it shine, he had become another man when he was dressed in fancy clothes.

At the end of the corridor, Edgar had already been standing and waiting for Urey in front of a room’s door. As the confusing Urey came, Edgar opened the door for him.

The moment the door was opened, Urey couldn’t help shouting, “It’s you guys!”

…

“Take a seat.”

Luo Qiu was drinking black tea, glancing at Urey as he coming up and smiled; then he put down the cup. The servant girl refilled the cup immediately.

Even though there were plenty of servants in the manor, the servant girl still insisted on serving her boss herself.

“What happened?”

Urey sat down with frown. He found that Edgar didn’t come in, but closed the door after he stepped into.

“Did Mr. Urey forget what you asked from us?” Luo Qiu questioned suddenly.

Urey gave a start, a prickling of his head forced him to grab his hair subconsciously— His face seemed to turn a little pale in an instant.

As his eyes returned from confusion to reality, Urey was astonished to look at the young man with an oriental face.

To be exact, it was a mysterious young man!

“I…even said something like that….”

He remembered what he had said— but he didn’t say it again; however, it seemed that such inconceivable words had come true.

Urey had to believe what was happening right now.

The most direct and powerful evidence was not what he had seen in the manor, but that he was still alive instead of meeting his original fate—death.

Luo Qiu suddenly said, “We believe the words saying by a dying person are mostly true. Mr. Urey, the contract has been made. Within the next month, you are not only the owner of the manor, but also the heir of the Typica Family. Your identity is…”

Boss Luo smiled, “You are Urey Tipica, an exiled czarist member of nobility during the October Revolution, who’s settled in Morocco now.”

Looking at Urey’s uncanny expression, Luo Qiu snapped his finger.

The servant girl took a seal from a box, pushing it to Urey, saying, “Mr. Urey, This is the Tipica Family’s seal and badge, which can prove your identity.”

“I’m a… descendant of a noble…”

Urey felt as if he lost the ability to think.

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