Cybertron wasn't as stubborn as one might think. As long as the gods weren't desecrated, he could accept everything else. He bowed respectfully. "I will abide by your rules."
After a tour of the huge laboratory, they finally saw the mysterious witchcraft medium that allowed one to enter hell and talk to the devil. Cybertron was eager to see it.
"Young man, entering hell isn't an easy thing. Every time I enter, my lifespan is reduced by one year. So don't expect me to demonstrate it to you in person." Mozart guessed the paladin's thoughts and explained everything. "Otherwise, the devil wouldn't allow this to happen."
Cybertron was a bit disappointed, but he still accepted the reality. Vont said the purpose of their visit. "Teacher Mozart, we want to inquire about a wizard's information."
Hearing about Elon Musk, Mozart frowned. "What bad thing has that stinky rat done again to attract the attention of a paladin?" The sharp sense of smell of the wizard with the Golden Crow badge made him detect everything. Vont wouldn't have brought a paladin here to inquire about a wizard for no reason.
"He has arbitrarily used supernatural power to interfere in worldly lawsuits. We have to find him." Cybertron explained the reason to the wizard with the Golden Crow badge.
Mozart walked to the desk and opened a black book. The cover was made of cowhide, and the pages inside were somewhat yellowed. Obviously, this was an ancient book with a long history.
That book recorded the name of every wizard who joined the Wizard Council and all their other information, including their addresses and social networks.
Finally, Mozart's gaze fixed on the name Elon Musk. "Elon Musk has a good relationship with another wizard named Turan. Turan has three residences, including one normal residence and two secret residences. I think you should look for this wizard named Turan with the Silver Crow badge. Maybe there will be information about Elon Musk."
Having obtained the information they wanted, Cybertron and Vont left the basement. Sitting in the carriage, Cybertron took a new look at Vont. He was actually a student of the famous Mozart. Then his powerful witchcraft could be understood. But what he cared about the most was another thing. "If there is a chance, I would like to ask your teacher to demonstrate the witchcraft of talking to the devil."
Vont responded with a smile, but secretly thought. "I hope you can still be alive after dealing with Alkmarr. Only then will you have a chance to see it."
Boxing Day soon arrived. The banquet of the Alkmarr family wasn't in charge of Lucas. And just as Metz had said, there were no outsiders at this banquet. Only people from the Alkmarr family could attend. So it was a family banquet, but it wasn't small in scale. There were as many as a hundred people present, and all of them were responsible for some important things within the Alkmarr family.
The location of the banquet was a large apartment in the rich area. But Donning didn't know who the apartment belonged to. He had asked Metz, but Metz couldn't answer either. However, Metz, the person in charge of this banquet, could tell. She now only wanted to conquer this young man, a young man who had gained the trust of Mr. Alkmarr. There was no need to doubt him.
"The host of this banquet is Mr. Alkmarr's personal advisor, Mr. Luke. He is responsible for everything of Mr. Alkmarr and conveys Mr. Alkmarr's orders to us."
In the middle of the dance floor, Metz put her arms around Donning's neck and wriggled her body like a water snake following the music. By the way, she introduced the information of the host of this banquet, a man named Luke who had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Such a man didn't appear at the banquet.
"Look at that lady over there. She is Mr. Alkmarr's own sister. She is in charge of the entire family's finances and reports to Mr. Luke. She is the fat woman holding the hand of the handsome young man. She is most taboo about people commenting on her figure." Metz secretly pointed at the fat woman who was dancing and secretly smiled.
A fat woman who looked to be in her sixties was hugging a young and handsome man. The two seemed rather out of place and could be easily found. Alkmarr's own sister wasn't the target that Donning was interested in.
Metz introduced one by one. In the future, Donning would have to frequently attend the gatherings of the Alkmarr family. So she hoped that her husband could quickly get familiar with everything here.
After introducing everyone at the banquet, there was a startled cry in the dance floor. A man in his thirties was probably drunk and broke into the middle of the dance floor and fell to the ground, scaring everyone else to quickly move away.
Soon servants came over and wanted to help up this young man in his thirties. The young man pushed away the servants who wanted to help him. He staggered to his feet, his face flushed, and roared angrily. "I want to see Mr. Alkmarr himself. I will prove that I am qualified to take over his business instead of waiting every day like a useless person with pleading eyes for someone to give me some money to spend."
Everyone looked at this scene and didn't know what to do. The fat woman in charge of the Alkmarr family's finances was extremely dissatisfied. "Damn Verona. You ruined this dance. Get out of here quickly. You are not welcome here." She leaned on the chest of the young and handsome dance partner, trying to look like a little bird relying on someone. She seemed to be frightened, but instead it made people feel disgusted. But she didn't think so.
Soon someone appeared. An older tall man. His steps had a feminine softness. He walked up to Verona, who was drunk, and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Verona, you are drunk. I will have you sent back to rest." Soon strong attendants appeared and helped this young man out.
After everything calmed down, this somewhat effeminate man took out a silk scarf and wiped his hands. He apologized to the distinguished guests at the banquet. "Sorry. I hope it didn't affect everyone's good mood. The banquet continues."
Donning had already guessed that the person in black suit who wiped his hands with a silk scarf just now was Luke, the person most trusted by Alkmarr. But what he was most interested in wasn't Luke, but Verona who was sent away.
The dance continued. Donning stroked Metz's flaming red hair. "Tell me about that young man named Verona. It seems that he is the only one who is unhappy at the dance."
From Metz's description, Donning learned that a few days ago, Alkmarr's own brother who was in charge of the Alkmarr family's tea business was seriously ill and couldn't continue this business. The tea business needed an heir. Alkmarr chose Verona's own brother, his elder brother Charles. And Verona was directly forgotten.
"Don't worry about it. Keep dancing. Don't let this affect our good mood." Metz briefly told the story and advised Donning to forget these unpleasant things.
Later in the banquet, Donning covered his forehead. "I seem to have a cold. I have to leave first. Sorry."
Metz was very concerned. "I'll see you off."
"No need. You have to stay here until the banquet is over. I think Mr. Alkmarr doesn't want the person in charge of the spice business to be absent." Donning refused Metz's kindness and left.
"Sir will understand." Metz insisted on following.
Luke, who had disappeared, appeared again and walked up to the two of them. "Miss Metz, later you need to give a brief explanation about the spice business turmoil a few days ago."
In this way, Metz was left behind.
There were no pedestrians on the cold street. Even those shops that were usually open had closed. The snow on the ground had melted and turned into hard ice, making it a bit troublesome to walk. The bright moonlight shone on the ice layer. The heavy snow had stopped a few days ago. The busy pedestrians during the day had made the street a bit dirty.
Verona was walking drunk on the deserted streets of Brot City. Losing the opportunity to inherit the tea business, he would be a useless person who accomplished nothing. A useless person of the Alkmarr family. It was really depressing. He hoped that alcohol could make him temporarily forget his unhappiness.
When he had visited all the bars in Brot City, many bars had already closed. "Damn bars. Can't they stay open all night like in summer?" Verona pounded on the closed door of the last bar a few times. His legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying bitterly.
There was a sound from behind.
"Look, poor young man. Crying alone in the late night of winter. You must have encountered something very sad. Maybe you need a bottle of wine at this time."
Verona looked back at the tall figure in a windbreaker and a top hat. Finally, his gaze fell on the bottle of strong liquor handed over. He grabbed the strong liquor and opened it and took a few gulps.
Donning was glad that he had finally caught up. Verona hadn't been sent home. After being driven out of the banquet, he wandered alone on the street. This young man would be his opportunity to break through another business.
With his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, Donning looked at the young man sitting on the cold ground and gulping down strong liquor. He was full of interest. "I already know about your misfortune. I deeply sympathize with you."
Verona was drunk. He looked at the blurred figure in front of him. Finally, he saw the face of the person clearly. It was the young man from the dance. Metz's husband. He laughed at himself. "I think you have already seen my ugly state at the banquet. If you want to continue to appreciate my ugly state, then you have succeeded. Now please leave here."
Donning bent down and brought his face closer. "Young man, I'm not interested in coming here specifically to appreciate your ugly state in the cold wind. I just want to ask you in person if you are still interested in the tea business."
Verona laughed bitterly. He wanted to bring his face closer, but being drunk made it almost impossible for him. He sat on the ground and leaned against the door of the bar. "Even if I'm interested, Alkmarr won't give me the tea business."
"There are always more solutions than difficulties. Maybe things aren't so bad." Donning stood up and looked at the drunk on the ground playfully. He covered his nose to block the strong smell of alcohol. "But for a drunk like you, maybe there really is no way to gain Mr. Alkmarr's respect."
The other person's words indicated that he still had a chance. Verona instantly sobered up from his drunken state. He turned over and got up from the ground and grabbed the collar of the person who came. "Do I really still have a chance?"
"To know what to do, you have to at least free yourself from the damn alcohol first." Donning pushed Verona's hand away. His expression was a bit gloomy. "But what can you give me if I help you achieve your goal?"
Verona hung his head, somewhat disappointed. "I have nothing."