Chapter 467: The Glory of the Campbell Family

Chapter 467: The Glory of the Campbell Family

"Attend a charity gala for the protection of magical creatures on Saturday night?"

When Leonard returned to the office, he received an invitation from Hastur.

He had never been interested in this kind of charity gala that was mostly for show, but he was required to attend.

It was said that it was to prevent any accidents from happening that night.

"With Hastur, there will be accidents even if there are no accidents."

Leonard sighed and took on the task, just as if he was going to eat and drink for free.

Saturday, Queens.

Earl Hastur Campbell, a rising star in the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Loen.

The news of his return from South Wales soon spread throughout the aristocratic circle, and a considerable number of aristocratic ladies or ladies were very interested in this handsome young earl.

Although he had a close personal relationship with Miss Audrey of Earl Hall's family, they were not married after all, and even if they were married, it would not mean anything.

When the young earl was going to hold a charity gala, it would naturally attract the attention of many aristocrats. As for what the charity gala was held under, it was not important at all.

Let alone protecting some magical creatures, even protecting curly-haired baboons is legal and reasonable.

Outside the luxurious villa at No. 12 King's Avenue, there are already many luxurious four-wheeled carriages parked, and even many members of the royal family have come.

At about 6:30, Klein had already arrived at the villa in advance. His arrival was inconspicuous in this grand party, and he was happy to be a small transparent person, shuttling between food and wine while listening to the discussions from the crowd.

After listening for more than half an hour, he also had a more specific understanding of Hastur, because there are always some people who like to talk about other people's life experiences, and then find out what is extraordinary about them.

"The turning point of his story is only half a year earlier than mine?"

Klein heard the key point, which seemed to be an important turning point in Hastur's life, which made him feel inexplicably moved.

Before he could think too much, a noble lady dressed beautifully and wearing bright emerald earrings came over with an elegant pace. Her bright eyes and slightly raised mouth showed that she was very interested in him.

Klein picked up the wine glass, smiled slightly, and naturally chatted with the other party.

During the conversation, he also learned about the identity of this noble lady. She was a noble lady with good luck.

In the second year after she married her current husband, her husband died of illness, leaving her a considerable fortune.

Such people are not rare in the noble circle of Backlund.

Some newspapers have conducted statistics on this aspect and found that the life span of male nobles is generally short, and accidents are very likely to happen in the range of 40 to 50 years old.

And the wives they marry, if they are second wives, are often 10 to 20 years younger than them, which is the best age of their lives.

This gave rise to an association in Backlund that specializes in eating gigolos, and many young and handsome guys are members of this association.

The Loen Honest Man Newspaper even published several articles specifically to satirize this phenomenon, and the final result was that the number of members of this freeloader association increased.

After all, no matter what era, there are always some people with bad stomachs.

Under the bright lights, every time he faced the other party's pointed topic, Klein always responded calmly, neither refusing nor agreeing. With his rich adventure experience, it was easy for him to find topics that the other party liked to talk about, and then calmly diverted the topic.

"Dawn Tangstai, I think this name will be the best gain for me coming here tonight." Madam Lisa gave Klein a meaningful look and left.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then he saw Leonard holding a wine glass a dozen steps ahead, sipping it and looking at him.

He was probably thinking about something not very serious in his mind.

Klein had no intention of greeting him, but just raised his wine glass in the air to signal him, and then naturally left here and went to the next lively place.

"Tsk, an old cow eating young grass."

Leonard took a sip of spicy rum and glanced at her with a teasing look. It was interesting that she was an old guy who had lived for many years, but she was still pretending to be young and pure.

He couldn't help but ask the old man in his heart whether he had been sharp in the past.

"Heh, look to the left."

A disdainful snort made Leonard turn sideways and look to the left.

Just one glance, and he was so shocked that the wine glass in his hand almost fell off.

He actually saw Miss Seraphina again, the immortal witch!

The black dress that was almost becoming her signature made him subconsciously avoid women wearing the same dress when he met them on the street.

Why would Hastur send her an invitation? Could it be intentional?

Fortunately, Seraphina's eyes were not on him, but were chatting with her daughter, Mrs. Germani, who looked almost as young and beautiful as herself and looked a bit similar to her.

Leonard turned his stiff body and walked away from the area with trembling legs. As he left, he felt a pair of eyes sweeping over him, which made him walk faster.

Around eight o'clock, Hastur, the protagonist of the night, came in, surrounded by several nobles.

There are two people closest to him, one is Greg Negan, the son of the late Duke Negan of the Negan family, and the other is Hibbert Hall, the eldest son of Earl Hall.

The core of the future power of the Kingdom of Loen, this is the true thought in the hearts of many people, including Klein.

"Thank you, gentlemen and ladies, for taking some time out of your busy schedule to attend tonight's charity party." Hasta smiled and looked around, then continued: "There are many magical creatures that are different from ordinary creatures in this world. Their types include elves, dragons, vampires, werewolves, etc."

"With the rapid development of industry today, countless trees in primeval forests have been cut down indiscriminately, and their homes that originally belonged to them have been gradually occupied by humans."

"Many magical creatures are on the verge of extinction and their survival is worrying. I want to contribute to this and ensure that our descendants can still see species diversity with their own eyes..."

Hasta said a lot of words, and naturally won applause at the end.

Klein in the crowd was sighing. In Backlund alone, there are so many homeless people, and their living conditions are even more worrying. Aren't they worthy of protection?

But when I think of the era more than a hundred years later, human life is still not so precious.

In a sense, this is also a kind of historical inheritance.

After the introduction, Hasta asked the butler to display some special artworks and jewelry brought back from South Wales for a small auction.

As for the auction money, all of it was invested in the newly established foundation for protecting magical creatures.

This method is more appropriate and effective than asking the nobles to donate money directly.

Hasta hid behind the scenes again from the front stage, drank a glass of wine, looked at the small auction in full swing, shook his head and chuckled.

For him, in an era when human life is cheap, talking about protecting magical creatures is too extravagant.

This charity gala is just to announce that he has returned from South Wales, and it is a way of communication based on the status of aristocrats.

If similar activities are held several times, his reputation will naturally spread in the noble circle of the Kingdom of Loen.

This is also to fulfill his promise to the original owner and the old butler, to rebuild the glory of the Campbell family, and let the family's light shine throughout the Kingdom of Loen.

If he wanted, he could become the next Grand Duke of Southwell, and the Loen royal family would only accept him reluctantly.

He has fulfilled his promise to restore the glory of his family, although he is the only one left in the Campbell family.

A family of one person is a bit like Amon back then.

Hasta was thinking quietly, and suddenly a voice came from his side: "You have changed a lot during your time in Southwell County."

He looked sideways, and the person who spoke was Mrs. Germani with a complicated expression on her face.

Hasta was very disgusted and hated Mrs. Germani, who looked beautiful and had a proud figure, at first, but she didn't do anything to him after all.

"Mrs. Germani, long time no see, how are you these days?"

"What do you think?"

Mrs. Germani just stared at him dimly, but soon she retracted her gaze and asked casually: "Are you and Miss Audrey from Earl Hall's family going to get engaged this year?"

"???" Hasta was slightly stunned, but still smiled and said: "Let everything take its course, we are still young."

Mrs. Germani seemed to be relieved, chatted for a few more words, and then left with a brisk pace.

Hibbert, who heard the conversation, came over, shook his glass, and chuckled, "You are indeed still young, but you can consider getting engaged first and then getting married in two or three years. This way is very common among nobles."

"Hibbert, are you so impatient for me to call you brother-in-law?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

Hibbert smiled and clinked glasses with Hastur. Greg also came over after finishing his socializing, and couldn't help but teasing, "I said at the beginning that you and Miss Audrey are a good match. Who is it that doesn't take it seriously on the surface, but secretly acts secretly?"

Just as the three of them were chatting and joking, two sneaky figures in the dense woods of the villa garden were pouring kerosene into the bushes in circles.

When they were about to light the fire, a broom came over and swept them away like garbage.

"Where did the garbage come from?"

A maid dressed in classic black and white, holding a broom with withered yellow leaves on it, walked out of the darkness and frowned slightly at the bushes poured with kerosene.

The smell was a bit strong, but fortunately it was not blown by the wind to the area in front where the party was being held.