MM Racing Chapter 217 Gifts
Chapter 217 Gifts
Chapter 217 Gifts
Lorne took out the beautifully crafted gift voucher and the monocle, putting it on his right eye.
Although the spiritual response did not detect anything unusual, it's always good to be cautious.
A faint spiritual reaction flashed across the lens.
After a moment, he felt relieved and put the voucher down.
No problem, this is indeed just an ordinary voucher with complex anti-counterfeiting features. There are no curses or hidden marks attached to it.
"Visiting my pen pal," Lorne thought of his pen pal whom he had never met.
I deliberately pointed out some things to Sherlock before, which was a clear signal to him.
He can't do anything to me in the short term, otherwise he'll reveal his abnormality.
There's a good chance he'll contact me and explain things to me; at least I'm safe for the time being.
So, all that's left is—
Forswalloron picked up the stack of letters the other party had written to him on the table and read them again.
The reason I hadn't gone to see her before was because I was afraid of causing her unnecessary trouble.
But now that the detective has said that he received the commission from her, regardless of the truth, this pen pal must have already come into the detective's sights.
"I should go and pay them a visit in person. It's good to get everything sorted out."
Backlund, Queens.
Following the address indicated on the voucher, Lorne quickly found a gift shop that looked quite luxurious.
It would be rather impolite to visit empty-handed, so Lorne chose to accept the offer from the Five of Clubs.
Unlike typical luxury stores, this shop's decor has a more elegant and retro feel.
"This association's business scope is really wide," Lorne thought to himself.
He took a deep breath and walked straight into the shop, which was clearly owned by the wealthy and powerful.
The store was spacious and lavishly decorated. He noticed that there were many wealthy young ladies and noblewomen dressed in gorgeous clothes, gathered in twos and threes, strolling around and chatting quietly.
There were also some nobles and wealthy businessmen dressed in proper gentlemanly attire, standing in front of various display cases, seemingly carefully selecting gifts for their female companions.
Lorne's outfit today wasn't particularly elaborate. Compared to the other guests around him, who were adorned with jewels, he looked somewhat out of place.
So, not long after he entered, he felt several scrutinizing and curious gazes fall upon him.
However, Lorne himself didn't seem to care much and continued walking deeper into the shop.
Since his transmigration, he has gradually learned a lesson: sometimes, don't care too much about what others think, otherwise you're more likely to make things worse.
Lorne glanced at the price tags on the shelf and found that the cheapest one, a palm-sized wooden carving, cost 30 bang.
Is this wood made of gold? No, it's much more expensive than gold.
Before long, a waitress dressed in a well-fitting uniform walked over with elegant steps.
She first looked Lorne up and down, seemingly assessing something. After a few seconds, she walked over to Lorne and said in a fairly polite tone, "Sir, you may have come to the wrong place. The regular shopping mall is on the other side of the street."
This is because they think I can't afford it, so they're trying to give me a way out and indirectly kick me out.
Lorne pursed his lips, but didn't react on the spot.
The waitress's tone was relatively amiable. Although her eyes subtly revealed an undisguised arrogance, she didn't directly tell anyone to leave.
Compared to the service staff I encountered in some so-called international brand stores before I transmigrated, their attitude was much better.
But Lorne also noticed that several customers were casting gloating glances at him, as if they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
No, I didn't go to the wrong place.
Lorne took out the voucher given to him by the Club 5 from his pocket and handed it to the waitress.
The waitress's expression changed slightly the moment she saw the voucher.
"I'm so sorry, sir, it was my rudeness. Please come with me."
Lorne was then led to the deepest part of the gift shop. The decor here was even more luxurious than the outside, feeling like a special area reserved for top-tier clients and not open to ordinary customers.
A moment later, a man with a decent appearance but a somewhat gloomy demeanor walked over quickly and gave Lorne a very proper bow.
"I'm very sorry, sir. Our people were a bit rude just now."
Lorne generously stated that he didn't mind.
"I am Ruth Bathory, the manager of this store."
"Mr. Bathory, I'd like to ask what this voucher can be exchanged for?"
"Theoretically speaking," Bathory said, "it can be exchanged for any item currently in the store. Of course, the store itself is not included in the exchange. Also, some custom-made items are not eligible."
Instead of asking Lorne about the origin of the voucher, Bathory enthusiastically began to explain the various aspects of the shop to him.
"I'd like a gift that would be more suitable for a female writer," Lorne asked.
"The female writer—" Bathory pondered for a moment before saying, "An ancient book set, and we also have an antique desk here, the kind that the royal family used during the Fourth Age."
"Is there anything more practical?"
Practical? Do luxury goods even need to be practical? Bartholdi's expression became somewhat strange. But in the end, he still introduced it in a very professional tone:
"How about a fountain pen? We have fountain pens here made entirely of pure gold, handcrafted. They are inlaid with top-quality gemstones and various natural crystals. Understated yet luxurious, they are perfect gifts for ladies who love literature."
Listen—this pen is so luxurious, it doesn't sound very practical. Would anyone actually use it?
"Can I take a look?"
"certainly."
The other party gestured to his men, who brought over several exquisitely packaged small boxes. Opening them in front of Lorne, he saw rows of glittering, even somewhat ostentatious, fountain pens.
This pen is much more expensive than a person. After some thought, Lorne finally chose a pen that was the most understated, with a huge sapphire inlaid in it and exquisite wood grain relief carved on its body.
"If I may ask, how much would this pen cost if I bought it directly?" Lorne asked with some curiosity.
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"900 pounds," Bathory replied.
That's expensive! In terms of purchasing power, this pen is astronomical!
Are those vouchers really that valuable?
Actually, Lorne initially planned to use the voucher to buy the most expensive item in the store. As for the gift for his pen pal, he could just buy another one himself.
But then I thought about it, and realized that directly trying to get that freebie would seem too greedy. Although the probability is low, it would be a loss if I offended that "5 of Clubs" for such a small benefit.
"You guys have cameras here too?"
While waiting for the shop assistant to pack the pen, Lorne looked around at the display cases and unexpectedly spotted a rather modern item.
It was a small, unassuming, silver-black camera.
"Yes," Bathory explained, "Many of our customers enjoy photography. So, we also sell some cameras that are handcrafted by professional artisans."
Is it handmade?
Lorne picked up his monocle and examined it carefully.
Compared to expensive jewelry that can easily cost thousands of pounds, this camera is made of much cheaper materials. However, its appearance has a design full of mechanical beauty. Moreover, compared to those bulky cameras on the market that are half the size of a head, this camera is much smaller.
Lorne recalled the time he spent photographing the murals on that primitive island.
An item that can be used to record images anytime, anywhere is quite convenient.
"How much does this camera cost?"
"200 pounds," Bathory explained. "This camera is handcrafted by professional mechanics, so it can't be mass-produced. Not to mention its materials, its intricate internal structure and unique design are all one-of-a-kind."
"I want it."
"Okay, thank you for your patronage."
Bathory didn't seem to think Lorne couldn't afford the extra cost. He accepted the extra deal with a smile.
"Susie, slow down."
Just then, a clear and melodious sound came from the shop entrance.
Lorne, who was waiting for his food to be packed, subconsciously turned his head away.
He saw a noblewoman dressed in gorgeous clothes and a large golden dog.
What?