My Gang of Swordsmen

Chapter 475: Chapter 167: Oh My! Miss Elodie, Are You Blushing? [Burst Update 10k]

”Hmm? Yes.” Anthony nodded and then pointed with his hand, ”That’s where our home is.”

Aoto looked in the direction Anthony was pointing.

Anthony was pointing at a very new, three-story high Western-style mansion.

Upon seeing this mansion, Aoto’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became slightly peculiar.

Nagakura and Harada, who were straightforward to the point of being dull-minded and those who didn’t like to think, looked normal.

It was Saito and Fujimura who, upon seeing Anthony’s home, had unchanged expressions like Aoto, showing a thoughtful look.

The reason Aoto and the others felt this way wasn’t because Anthony’s home’s appearance was particularly special.

But because Anthony’s home happened to be located diagonally opposite the pastry shop they wanted to monitor...

If standing on the highest floor of Anthony’s home, one should be able to observe all the activities in that pastry shop.

”...Mr. Anthony.” Aoto shifted his gaze from Anthony’s home back to Anthony, saying formally, ”I have an unreasonable request...”

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Moments later—

”Welcome to my home, Mr. Tachibana!”

Just after leading Aoto and the others into the entrance hall, Elodie welcomed Aoto and the rest with an exuberant tone.

Passing through the exquisite door, they entered Elodie’s home in single file, and Nagakura and the others were like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, widening their eyes to look around.

To Nagakura and the others, every place in this French-styled house, both inside and out, was a huge cultural shock.

Inside, Aoto was also amazed, widening his eyes like Nagakura and the others, but he wasn’t shocked by the cultural impact; as a Transmigrator, he naturally couldn’t be culturally shocked, he was stunned by the exquisite and beautiful decoration of the house.

Upon entering the house, one first sees the gray carpeted floor, a high lattice ceiling with diamond-shaped arches, and white velvet walls adorned with quite a few oil paintings, mostly exquisite landscapes.

Led by Anthony, Elodie, and Leroy, they headed towards the staircase leading upstairs, passing through a spacious room resembling a dining hall.

Two chandeliers hung low over the long table in the dining hall.

On the table covered with a white tablecloth, there were several decorative candlesticks, complemented by a few flowers whose names Aoto couldn’t recall—items and places with such exquisite arrangements were abundant in this house.

The mansion’s decor gave Aoto the impression of being ”just right.”

Everything was so ”just right,” neither too luxurious nor revealing any hint of meagerness.

—Credit to Anthony for owning such a beautiful house in this era and engaging in cross-national business...

Aoto silently praised Anthony, the owner of this lovely house, in his heart.

Aoto remembers Anthony, as a businessman, specializes in trading Japanese specialties back to the West.

To engage in cross-national business across oceans in this era, one naturally wouldn’t be a merchant lacking wealth, so it’s reasonable for Anthony to own such a house.

”Mr. Angoulême.” As they ascended the staircase, Aoto couldn’t help but ask, ”Haven’t you hired other servants?”

Aoto noticed that since entering Anthony’s house, he hadn’t seen anyone else.

”I don’t have other family members.” Anthony joked, ”Currently, the family members of this house are just me, Elodie, and Leroy. I don’t plan to add new members anytime soon.”

”Leroy is very capable, you know. With her effort alone, she maintains the cleanliness of the house and our clothes daily, and ensures that Elodie and I get to eat delicious meals every day.”

Upon hearing this, Aoto couldn’t help but click his tongue and discreetly cast an admiring look at the silent, rarely expressive maid.

To single-handedly maintain the daily operations of a house at least 300 square meters in total area and manage Anthony and Elodie’s clothing and food... this skill is indeed admirable.

Upon reaching the highest floor, Anthony led Aoto into a room with two bookshelves filled with various books.

”Mr. Tachibana, this is the study in our house; do you think this room is suitable?”

Aoto swiftly walked to the window of the study, looked out— the diagonally opposite pastry shop was perfectly visible.

”Yes.” Aoto nodded with satisfaction, ”This place is just right. Mr. Angoulême, thank you very much for your help.”

”Hahaha.” Anthony waved his hand, ”No thanks needed, just a minor favor. Feel free to use this room.”

Previously, upon discovering that Anthony’s home was diagonally opposite the pastry shop, Aoto requested Anthony: Could we borrow a room on your top floor to monitor the pastry shop?

After briefly explaining the general cause to Anthony, he readily agreed with ”No problem!”

Anthony, who valued relationships, faced with this not particularly difficult request from Aoto, who had granted a boon to his grandfather and him, nodded almost without hesitation.