At eight o'clock in the morning, Butler Bayer led the servants to make basic preparations. When he was still debating whether to go to the third floor for inquiries, he saw Charlemagne wearing black casual clothes walking down from the third floor.

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It can be seen that Charlemagne's face is red today and he is high-spirited. He is in a better state than when he came back last night.

If Charlemagne at that time could be regarded as a wanderer who had just returned with anxiety and uneasiness, then Charlemagne now has become the confident and powerful head of the family.

"Master, breakfast has been prepared for you. Should it be delivered to your bedroom, or should you and your wife have dinner in the dining room?" Bayer asked.

Charlemagne asked: "Where are the friends I brought back?"

Bayer smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have received your friends with the highest courtesy. They have finished washing up now."

Charlemagne nodded and said: "Call them together to dine together."

"Master, this is probably not according to the rules." Bayer reminded.

Charlemagne looked at Bayer with a smile and said nothing.

In an instant, Bayer felt a huge sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression did not make him feel any discomfort, but it made him clearly know what he needed to do next, and that the young master today is different from what he was a few years ago.

"Understood, Master." Bayer nodded respectfully.

"The third floor can be tidied up. I'm going to wash up first." Charlemagne said, turning and returning to the third floor.

Immediately, under the leadership of the deputy housekeeper and the first maid, the servants began to go to the third floor to perform related cleaning.

At half past eight, Master Charlemagne and his wife had finished washing. They both put on neat formal clothes and walked downstairs.

So many things happened yesterday, and the servants found that the mistress's complexion did not change badly, but instead became rosy and rosy that they had not seen before, and her whole temperament also became softer.

It's just that the hostess's walking posture is a bit weird, and it seems that her legs are still a little weak.

"Master...that's amazing."

The maids naturally knew the reason. They only glanced at it and did not dare to look more, but they were amazed at the strength of the young master.

At 8:40, in Restaurant No. 2, a three-meter-long table was already set with Linliang's tableware and a sumptuous breakfast.

It included bread, salad, ham, bacon, fried rice, three kinds of soup, etc., which dazzled Eve and others.

Ross looked at the large table of dishes and was a little confused. For the first time, he underestimated the extravagance of these top nobles.

There are a total of eleven people at the table, and beside them there are eleven male and female attendants who have prepared tableware, napkins, drinks and food for everyone.

Los and the others were like country people who had just arrived in the city. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the servants, they knew how to eat the food and how to use the tableware.

"Why does it feel like eating for the first time?" Loss was very confused in his heart.

Although Eve and others were very reserved, this was their own territory, and they began to relax after a simple adaptation.

"What are the plans for today?" Judy asked at this time.

Judy's voice is a little hoarse today, as if she used her voice too much yesterday.

Charlemagne glanced at Ross, and after seeing that Ross had no additional instructions, he directly followed the original plan.

"First, hold a press conference to explain the situation, and second, visit old friends." Charlemagne said.

Judy snorted, turned around and asked the butler Bayer: "Do you have any reservations?"

Bayer said: "This morning, Vice Minister Openg and his people want to discuss with you today the issue of the Chamber of Commerce Convention in Massa Province."

"anything else?"

"Ms. Clary invites you to attend her charity auction this evening."

"Mayor Scott invites you to attend a meeting regarding the next steps in the lockdown of Arkham."

Hearing this, Charlemagne's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be really busy."

Judy said calmly: "Who do you think has been maintaining this family in the past three years?"

After speaking, Judy said: "We have pushed it all, and we will issue invitations at the same time, and hold a celebration party in the evening."

"Understood." Bayer nodded with a smile on his face.

He was also very satisfied and happy with this decision, because now that the young master is back, the first big thing is to celebrate the young master's return.

While the two were talking, Los was quietly eating food.

I have to say that the food of the Charlemagne family is indeed delicious. Compared with this, Carrington's craftsmanship can even be described as terrible.

Whether it's the fragrant sausage, the delicious fish soup, or the golden and delicious bacon, Lose's knowledge of the upper limit of deliciousness has been refreshed.

The most important thing is the fried rice made with meat, eggs, corn, and mushrooms, which makes Los dream back to his time on earth.

After all, in this era, the rice yield here was very low, and only a few upper-class people could eat delicious rice.

Although Los is the mayor of a city and is not short of money, he has no channels to obtain rice.

Before he knew it, all the food in front of Ross had been swept away, and the manservant standing next to Ross was completely dumbfounded.

You know, there are six kinds of food in front of everyone, and the amount of each food can easily fill an adult's appetite.

But now, this guy has eaten all six kinds of food, which is equivalent to the amount of food eaten by six people!

Others at the table naturally noticed what was going on here, and Bayer, who was standing next to Charlemagne, was shocked when he saw this.

Not to mention this rude and barbaric way of eating, just this amount of food, is this... still a human being?

Charlemagne asked: "Wilson, are you still used to the food?"

Los said with a comfortable look on his face: "I'm used to it, I'm so used to it! Lord of the Storm, I swear, this is the most delicious fried rice I've ever tasted!"

Charlemagne turned around and asked: "Uncle Bayer, my friend has a big appetite. Go and see if there is any fried rice."

Before Bayer could speak, Ross shook his head and said, "No need."

As he spoke, Los looked around and said, "I see you have so much left. If you can't eat it, give me some. It would be a waste to throw it away."

Eve was stunned after hearing this. Is it okay to return it to this noble noble's dining table... like this?

Judy frowned slightly at this time. She knew this person was Los Arkham, but she couldn't understand this behavior.

I don't know if this is a deliberate act, or if it's the nature of that powerful being.

So before the housekeeper and servants could react, the food that no one else could eat was delivered to Los with a tacit understanding.

The first of these was sent by Charlemagne himself.
Chapter completed!