Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 10 Talent
On Tuesday afternoon, Klein rested at the Blackthorn Security Company as usual, tasting the black tea made by Roseanne.

There was a knock on the door of the security company, Klein opened the door, signed his name and took a letter.

"A letter, addressed to Leonard." Klein put the letter in front of Roseanne and said casually.

He knew that this letter came from Backlund, and it was sent by Miss Justice. There was a high probability that there were two simplified Chinese characters "mentally retarded" written on the envelope.

Witnessing the Chinese characters written by Fate, Klein couldn't help but doubt Fate's identity. Being able to write standard simplified Chinese characters, maybe Fate really controls the connection method of another world.

Or, fate is also a traveler, a senior traveler who is stronger than him and knows more about mysticism.

"It was addressed to Leonard?" Roseanne picked up the envelope to check it out, and said curiously: "Leonard actually received a letter from the lady, I really want to know what is written in the letter, maybe we will witness a love story .”

"No, you don't want to know." Klein couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. When Rosanne opened the envelope, he found that there were only two symbols in the letter that seemed to be created by Emperor Roselle—mentally retarded.

At that time, Roseanne's expression must be wonderful.

Of course, the premise is that Luo Shan must know simplified Chinese characters and clearly understand the mystical meaning represented by the two symbols of "retarded".

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Wharton Mansion is the name of the largest brothel in Tingen, and the dancer on the uppermost floor of the mansion has a fascinating name - White Swan.

And each white swan has a separate flower name, for example, Sera's flower name is Witch.

Entering the Wharton Mansion, Lewis did not take off his top hat, but squeezed into the crowd.

"Friend, are you interested in Sierra's information? Follow this strategy, and you will soon experience the happiness of nobles and celebrities." A semi-bald man with thick chest hair patted Lewis and reminded him.

"How much is it?"

Lewis is indeed interested in strategy strategies. The fun of the nobles and celebrities mentioned by the other party is naturally spending a wonderful night with the witch Sera.

You must know that many white swans are not easy to receive guests. Even those aristocrats and celebrities need to pay expensive fees if they want to be welcomed by white swans.

"One pound." The half-bald man quoted the price with an amiable smile.

Lewis twitched the corner of his mouth, he dared to ask for a pound for a piece of torn paper, why not grab it?
No, stealing money is still risky, selling junk strategies is faster than stealing money.

"No, I hope you can sell the strategy to those who need it more." Lewis avoided the half-bald man and entered the waiting room.

Although he really wanted to know what was written in the guide, the price of one pound was too high, and the money in his hand only added up to ten pounds.

For him, the money in his hand should be used where it is more needed, such as enhancing his own strength.

The morning sun shone on this overcrowded room, and the dust in the air danced under the sun. Lewis saw many people holding a piece of paper and seriously analyzing something.

There is no doubt that it is the strategy of the witch Sera, and the half-bald man downstairs is selling it.

"Liars really make money." Lewis was a little envious. He found a seat and sat down, waiting anxiously for Sera, the witch, just like welcoming a blind date.

After a while, a woman wearing a dress with intricate patterns and a fine mesh black gauze hat walked into the room accompanied by a waiter.

The woman seemed to have a special magical power. From the moment she entered the room, Lewis felt that the breathing of the man beside him was a little heavier.

As Sierra entered the waiting room, the room fell silent. Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in succession, and activated his spirit vision.

Looking through Serra's etheric body, Lewis saw a bright bright red in the depths of Serra's astral body, like arterial blood.

"This shows that Sera is really a transcendent. From the perspective of the ether body, she is stronger than me. At least she is a witch of Sequence Seven, and she is probably the joy of Sequence Six."

After confirming that Selah is a supernatural person, Lewis decided to perform before everyone realized it, and he took the opportunity to sing poetry.

"Who, hold my hand, restrain my madness for half a lifetime;

Who, kiss my eyes, cover my wandering for half a life;
Who caresses my face and comforts me for half a lifetime of sorrow..."

While singing affectionately, Lewis watched the changes in Serra's expression, but unfortunately, the fine mesh black gauze covered half of Serra's face, and he couldn't make out Serra's expression.

As the poetry sounded, the men in the waiting room became restless, and several rich and powerful curly-haired baboons competed with each other with money, and the price was clearly marked up to two hundred pounds a night.

Finally, the witch Sera chuckled and whispered a few words into the waiter's ear, and exited the room.

Lewis became uneasy again, until the waiter came to him and whispered something in his ear.

Having received Sierra's invitation, Lewis proudly stood up and looked down at the "businessmen" who clearly marked their prices.

Sometimes, talent is more useful than money, and now it seems that Sierra prefers talented men.

Entering Selah's room with his head held high, Lewis had already thought of Selah shaking his buttocks to welcome him. After all, apart from Emperor Roselle, few people could write such moving poems.

He suddenly understood the joy of Emperor Roselle, there was only one time and countless times for pretending to be coercive.

"Hello, Ms. Serra." Lewis took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Welcome, sir, can you tell me your name?" Sera took Lewis's hand, and let Lewis sit on the edge of the velvet bed with floor-length sheets.

Lewis felt that the blood flow in his body had accelerated a lot, and he almost quit the role of "machine".

"Just call me Lewis."

"Mr. Lewis, the "That Life" you sang is great, I believe you must be a gentleman with rich knowledge." Sera took off the hat with fine mesh black gauze, revealing a delicate face.

Beauty is synonymous with a witch. It can be said that all women in the witch path have a charming beauty.

"That life?" The corner of Lewis's mouth twitched suddenly. Sera actually knew "That Life", and he suddenly had a bold idea.

"Yes, this poem has not been included in the "Anthology of Roselle's Poems", and few people even know about it, but I think this poem is definitely one of the best poems written by the Great Emperor." Sera sincerely road.

"Damn it!" Lewis secretly scolded Emperor Roselle in his heart. According to the emperor's way of pretending to be coercive, he would not leave a way for the later traversers to survive.

"It's great if you like it." Lewis restrained his unhappiness. Anyway, this poem created an opportunity for him to be alone with the witch.

"Yes, I like it very much." Sierra moved closer to Lewis, and Lewis took Sierra into his arms.

The afternoon sun shone on the velvet quilt, Lewis got dressed, and bid farewell to Sera the Witch.

Walking on the road paved with bluestone bricks, Lewis was in a happy mood. He even wanted to sing poetry, although he was not good at it.

"The taste of being a witch is really good, and suddenly I feel that life is not so bad. Of course, the more important thing is that I didn't pay. It turns out that if you are talented, you can really go whoring for nothing." Lewis couldn't help thinking.

A gust of wind blew, he held down his top hat, got into the carriage and headed for the Goddess Church.

(End of this chapter)