My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 795 - 445: Abalone Club - 2

Chapter 795: Chapter 445: Abalone Club - 2

The Fiddle Shop was in the market, a place His Majesty had never been interested in before and had never visited.

It had been this way for several months until four days ago when His Majesty happened to pass by the market on his disguised private visit, heard her playing the fiddle, and took the opportunity to go and have a look."

Owen Bertram considered it for a moment and decided not to rest, getting up immediately: "Accompany this official to the Fiddle Shop."

"Yes." David asked, "Do you want to bring the brothers along?"

"No need. Just the two of us, dressed casually."

...

The prosperity of the Spirit Medicine Market today can compete with that of the county town. The original planned area was not enough, so the high officials of the Summit Metropolitan Office took action, leveling the surrounding two peaks, and expanding the area several times larger.

Just as David said, nowadays, various consumption places here are of the lower-class type, such as taverns and brothels, and the only truly elegant one in the whole market is the Abalone Club.

However, Owen arrived at the wrong time, as the host’s performance time had already passed. Even so, the entrance of the Abalone Club was clear and uncluttered, unlike the entrances of other shops filled with various stalls.

David accompanied Owen, dressed as a wealthy merchant, and went straight to the fiddle shop, but on the way, someone suddenly sprang out, grinning, "Sir, take me with you."

Owen glanced sideways: "It’s not going to a brothel. Are you interested, too?"

Leroy Baker chuckled, "These two are famous beauties in the neighborhood, of course I am interested." Owen said, "You’ll pay for the fiddle I pick."

Leroy Baker suddenly made a bitter face, but Owen didn’t give him a chance to refuse and walked forward first.

At the entrance of the fiddle shop, they suddenly saw two elegant young men dressed as scholars, one shaking a folding fan in his hand, while the other seemed a bit uneasy, pulling and tugging at his clothes, always feeling uncomfortable.

Leroy Baker was stunned, "How come you guys are here too?"

Dressed as a man, Catherine smiled faintly, "Why can’t we come if you can? A gentleman seeks a fine match among graceful women."

Greystone was very uncomfortable in the scholar’s robe, and the warrior’s short outfit was more suitable for her: "I didn’t want to come. This dress is so uncomfortable to wear."

However, Catherine had already pulled Greystone into the fiddle shop and called out with a clear and crisp voice, "Shopkeeper, you have customers."

"Welcome! Customers, please take a look around, I’ll introduce you." A voice like a golden oriole came, and a tall and thin little girl in plain white clothes, with no decoration on her face, came out from the back hall. Her eyebrows and eyes were not absolutely beautiful when looked at individually, but when combined together, they made people feel very comfortable.

Catherine looked her up and down and nodded in praise, "She is indeed a rare beauty."

The little girl was not shy, and she giggled, "Sister, you’re the one who’s really stunning. Compared to you, I’m just a little sparrow in front of a phoenix."

Catherine laughed, pointing at Leroy Baker and said, "Flattering me is useless, this one here is the big spender."

The little girl looked at Leroy Baker then moved closer to Catherine, "I still get along with my sister." Leroy Baker awkwardly touched his nose. Meanwhile, Owen spoke teasingly, "Little girl, how much is it for all the fiddles in this room?"

Leroy Baker’s face changed, "Sir... please be merciful, I don’t have much pocket money left."

The little girl blinked, "Sir, don’t tease me."

"How am I teasing you?" Owen pointed at Leroy Baker, "Do you look down on our big spender here and think he doesn’t have the ability to buy your entire fiddle shop?"

The little girl became serious, "I can’t make the decision on this matter, I need to ask the host."

"Go and ask."

The little girl went to the back hall, but turned back to Catherine and said, "Sister, help me keep an eye on the shop." She glanced at Leroy Baker with her eyes.

Leroy Baker was immediately defensive, "What does that mean? I’m a wealthy... person, would I steal her things? Why did she only look at me and not anyone else?"

"What’s wrong with looking at you?" Owen didn’t care and sat down on a chair in the shop.

It didn’t take long for footsteps to come from the back hall. The little girl came out first, "Our host is coming." However, the host did not come out, staying behind the bamboo curtain.

"The guest wishes to buy all the fiddles in this place?" The voice carried a hint of huskiness, but made one feel it could go straight into their heart with an indescribable charm.

Owen Bertram snorted, "Hiding behind the curtain, you’ve failed in your hospitality."

The host laughed at the accusation, "I knew the visitor had ill intentions. You’re not here to buy fiddles. Just say what your purpose is."

Owen said, "Of course it is to buy fiddles. However, after buying all your fiddles, I hope you will take this little girl and leave this place. With no goods to sell, it’s time to go, right?"

The little girl angrily said, "You look kind and gentle, but you’re so overbearing. Why should we leave? When the fiddles are sold, we can restock, and our host can also make more."

Owen Bertram asked with interest, "Did your host make all these fiddles himself?"

His finger pressed on a fiddle next to him and gently plucked it. Owen was not proficient in the art of music, but having read the memories of many people, including some music masters, he had acquired some ability to distinguish it.

"The skill is extremely high, worthy of being called a master." Owen Bertram gave a fair evaluation.

Leroy Baker’s eyes swirled around, feeling more and more uneasy: What a high-level fiddle, how much would it cost for all the fiddles in this room?