Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 110 Dinner Preparation
Saturday, April 7.

Klein Moretti carefully combed his black hair in front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom.

He was already dressed in a new, starched black suit, shiny double-breasted, with a collar that turned up and shoulders that were padded to make him look bigger.

Combing his black hair neatly, he picked up a half-height silk top hat from the coat rack, dusted off the non-existent dust, and put it on properly.

He buttoned the double-breasted buttons of the dress one by one, and finally tied the bow tie so that only the collar of the white shirt was exposed.

"Well, yes, black is indeed a color that will never go out of style."

Squeezing a smile in front of the mirror, he looked left and right, and after confirming that everything was dressed properly, Klein left the bathroom with satisfaction and walked down the stairs to the first floor.

His brother, Benson Moretti, wearing a tuxedo, a black vest, a white shirt, a black bow tie, and straight trousers, was standing stiffly in the center of the living room.

Seeing Klein go downstairs, he greeted him helplessly.

"Melissa insists on me dressing like this, I..."

"Benson, this suit suits you very well. Do you remember how you got along with those gentlemen and ladies at Selena's dinner two weeks ago?"

Benson touched his forehead, and the hairline that was ahead of his peers made him feel empty.

"Maybe, but didn't you only invite colleagues and teachers to this dinner party?"

he asked suspiciously.

"But you have to get used to it, Benson, this is related to Klein's important matter, um...maybe you will encounter it in the future..."

From the stairs came the voice of their sister, Melissa Moretti.

The two turned their heads, and Melissa also changed her clothes and came to the living room from upstairs.

She is wearing an off-white long dress, the neckline and placket are decorated with ruffle-shaped tulle, except for the popular lamb leg sleeves, there are no other cumbersome designs, which are suitable for daily wear.

Walking forward with brisk steps, Melissa sniffled, looked at Klein in surprise and said, "You actually wear perfume?"

"Really? Why didn't I smell it?"

Benson also approached curiously, took a breath, and said with a frown.

"It's...it's light fragrance." Klein explained, feeling a little hot on his face, he reached out to try to untie the tie, but felt that the tie, which had been tied so hard, shouldn't be messed up like this, so he shook his hand twice and then drooped. down.

"Hmm, but this looks really handsome, better than Benson."

"It turns out that the clothes are more important than the person."

Benson joked aside.

Then he frowned again, and his gaze swept across Melissa, Klein, and himself in turn.

"Won't this look a little too formal?"

"It's just a small dinner to celebrate housewarming, and it can even be regarded as a family banquet."

He muttered, but his hands ran across the tuxedo on his body, smoothing the fine wrinkles.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday?" Melissa winked at Benson again and again, "Klein hired a colleague, a female colleague."

She puts a lot of emphasis on the last word.

"Ah-oh, so it is!"

Benson was puzzled at first, and then suddenly, he deliberately prolonged the syllable and replied.

"cough--"

Klein coughed, interrupting the teasing between the siblings. He followed the watch chain, took out the pocket watch in the pocket of his suit, opened the cover of the watch with a snap, and glanced at it.

"The hired carriage I've hired is about to arrive, let's wait at the door."

Seeing that the pointer had already pointed to 6 o'clock in the evening, he said to the two of them.

The three brothers and sisters checked each other, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with their attire, they walked out of No. 2 Narcissus Street, waited at the door for a while, and boarded the hired carriage that came to pick them up.

"Silver Crown Restaurant" is also located on Narcissus Street, on the other side of the street, not far from Moretti's house. Benson once suggested that the three of them could walk there, but Melissa thought that she was going to the banquet in formal attire, but walked instead. Arriving at the scene, not only is it easy to sweat and mess up the clothes, but also looks not elegant enough, insisting on riding in a carriage.

"Melissa, you weren't like this before..."

Although Klein had already decided to take the carriage, he was quite moved when he saw that his younger sister, who was still concerned about family expenses a few weeks ago, no longer cared about these "little money".

"It's not for you."

Melissa glared at him with a look of hatred.

"Maybe Melissa is getting used to 'middle class' life ahead of time, you know, they're all very—"

Benson joked aside.

"Decent!"

Klein and Melissa answered in unison, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, regaining the feeling of self-deprecating and teasing each other.

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Silver Crown Restaurant is a very famous restaurant near Narcissus Street and Iron Cross Street. It is moderately priced and offers local specialties from Ruen, Intis, Feysac, etc. Although some people think their specialties are not authentic, It tastes like the local flavor of Ruen, but most people care more about the grade and service quality of the restaurant than the taste.

The hired carriage was parked steadily at the entrance of the storefront on the second floor of the Silver Crown Restaurant. It was already the peak time for dinner, and the entrance of the restaurant was very lively with people coming and going.

"Have we booked a box?"

Melissa asked Klein worriedly.

The latter nodded: "No problem, it has been booked a long time ago."

He took the lead towards the main entrance of the restaurant, and two waiters opened the door for him respectfully.

"We have a reservation, Box No. 7, Klein Moretti."

The front desk flipped through the registration book, quickly confirmed the identities of the Klein family, and brought them to Box No. 7 on the second floor.

The central chandelier illuminated the box brightly, and there was already a person sitting and waiting at the round table, reading the book in his hand engrossed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and the Moretti brothers and sisters entering the room, the middle-aged man raised his head, and calmly looked at Klein with his brown eyes, showing a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his age.

"I didn't expect you to be here, Mr. Ards, thank you for your kindness and participation in our little dinner."

Klein took off his hat and saluted the middle-aged man.

"This is Mr. Azik Eggers, a professor of history at Hoy University. He has helped me a lot in my studies and work."

"This is my brother, Benson Moretti, and my sister, Melissa."

He introduced it to both parties.

With bronzed skin and a top hat covering the short-haired black-haired faculty member of the History Department of Hoy University, Azik Eggers smiled back, his eyes swept over the three brothers and sisters, and finally stayed on Klein.

"You're more of a gentleman than ever, and it looks like the job at 'Security Company' is a good fit for you."

"Maybe it's the effect of the new clothes."

Klein answered Azik with Benson's words.

"No, I can tell, you, uh..." The latter looked at Benson and Melissa behind Klein, "You are more proficient in that aspect."

Klein froze for a moment, realizing that Azik was talking about digesting the "Seer" potion.

Mr. Ards can even see this?

Although the other party had bluntly stated that he possessed certain special abilities, and Klein had also divination on the gray fog and confirmed that Azik was a very powerful Extraordinary, but such power was still beyond his imagination.

Klein, who was trying to find an excuse to continue asking, saw Melissa on the side winking at him, and realized that it was impolite for him to stand at the door all the time.

He hurriedly called a few people to sit down, but was surprised to see that Benson and Melissa had all sat on the other side, vacating the seats on both sides of him.

"You are..."

"This is Box No. 7, and Mr. Moretti has arrived."

A waiter's voice from outside the door interrupted Klein's question.

(End of this chapter)