Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 67 Dinner
Chris was wearing a half-high silk top hat, a pure black tuxedo, and leather handmade shoes. He was holding a copper-plated cane in his right hand and stopped at the corner.

He closed his eyes, and the white crystal copper chain hung naturally from his left hand. When he used the "pendulum method" now, he could not write the divination sentences on paper, but mobilize his spirituality to temporarily imprint the divination sentences in his mind. Just say it silently.

"There is no danger in the Borag Club"

"There is no danger in the Borag Club"

After seven times, he opened his eyes, and the white crystal slowly turned clockwise in the air, indicating that there was no danger.

There are many box-shaped carriages parked outside the club. The curtains of the carriages are of various kinds, and the carriages have different colors and patterns. The carriages are pulled by expensive purebred horses.

The passengers in the carriage waited for the waiter to open the door for them, and then stepped out of the carriage on tiptoes. They were dressed gorgeously, some wore hats made of woven feathers, some wore pure wool suits or leather jackets, and Wearing all kinds of expensive jewelry that can prove your identity.

They are the elites from all walks of life in Tingen City, and there are also several gentlemen and ladies from other places.

In comparison, Chris, who took a public tram to Jinwutong District and then walked all the way, seemed "shabby".

Chris loosened his tie that was too tight. He just bought this tuxedo from a clothing store in Jinwutong District. It cost him a total of 9 pounds. Although he was not short of money now, he still felt a pain when paying.

"Hi sir, please show your membership card or invitation letter."

The waiter wearing a white shirt and red vest stood in front of Chris, bowed slightly, and spoke in Runeese without any accent.

Chris looked past him and looked in. According to the agreement, Catherine should be waiting for him at the door, but she was not here now.

"Uh, I, I'm waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for? I can ask for you. Oh, sir, please stand aside."

The waiter stretched out his left hand with a standard smile, but without any warmth, as if they were cold and heartless robots.

Chris gave up his seat, and the lady behind him handed the invitation letter to the greeter at the door. Then she raised her head with a smile and walked in with her male companion on her arm. Her high heels stepped on the smooth marble floor, making a crisp "tap-tat" sound. Voice.

The greeter had already received a small stack of invitations. The invitations changed into different colors under the light. Chris secretly marveled that they were actually studded with diamonds.

"I've already eaten, sorry."

Conversation came from the front, it was Catherine.

Catherine was wearing a red dress, holding a small and exquisite leather bag, and walked quickly towards the door.

She glanced back at the wall clock and asked, "Chris, why are you here?"

She handed the invitation to the greeter, and Chris noticed that there were no diamonds on it and the decoration wasn't as gorgeous as before.

"Anthony, this is what I told you, Chris."

Catherine took the initiative to take Chris's arm, turned back and said to the man standing in front of the two of them.This bold move made Chris's heart skip a beat.

The man was about 40 years old, with blond hair combed back without any mess, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a custom-made suit that showed his figure well.

Anthony had a smile on his face and reached out to Chris:

"Hello, Chris, I'm Anthony, Vice President of Tingen Bank."

Vice President……

Chris quickly reached out his hand: "Hello, I'm Chris."

Anthony was an extremely gentleman. He pressed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Catherine:
"Catherine, since you have an appointment first, I won't disturb you. I hope you can accept my invitation and have dinner with me next time." After saying that, he straightened the buttons around his waist and turned to leave.

Seeing him disappear around the corner, Catherine let go of Chris' hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "You showed up just in time."

You are using me as a shield for your feelings...

Chris cursed and followed her along the red carpet to the banquet hall, where Mrs. Sharon's "Reading Hypnosis" event was held.

If what Chris saw just now can be described as "luxury", then "luxury" can only be used to accurately describe the banquet hall of the Bolrag Club.

The banquet hall of about [-] square meters was magnificent, with several huge crystal chandeliers overhead. Although this was the steam age, these lights gave Chris the illusion of being in the electrical age.

Above the chandelier is a Baroque ceiling mural. The scenery and characters depicted on it are so lifelike that if you stare at them for a long time, you will even think that there is reality.

Looking down, there were cirrus-like patterns carved on the window, and there were many portraits hanging on the walls. Chris recognized Emperor Russell inside.

Two rows of long tables were placed in the banquet hall. Countless mouth-watering delicacies were placed on the tablecloths as white as snow. Damir's cured meat even looked ordinary inside.

There are seats here, but the food is fixed. If you want to eat food from other places, you can only stand up and get it. This is also a special operation of the Bolag Club.

Noble gentlemen and ladies walked around the banquet hall carrying plates, talking, holding handkerchiefs, afraid that their clothes would be stained.

Chris looked at the almost untouched food on the table and swallowed: "Catherine, aren't you hungry?"

Catherine held a porcelain tray with only a small piece of pudding on it: "It's okay."

"Should we sit down and have something to eat?" Chris's stomach rumbled, as if in response to him.

"Not good. The Prague Club doesn't hold banquets just for food."

Catherine swallowed the small piece of pudding and straightened the brooch she wore - a silver flower, indicating that she was an informal member.

She continued: "Didn't you notice that although there are seats here, there are no people sitting at all? The purpose of attending the banquet is to socialize, filling one's stomach is not the purpose, even..."

"Catherine, I haven't had dinner yet. I'm going to eat something first."

Chris interrupted her and walked towards a table of barbecue.

Catherine held her forehead and shook her head, walked towards the fruit pudding, and said to herself: "Even if you eat too much, you will be looked down upon..."

At first, Chris pretended to imitate those gentlemen, using a knife and fork to cut off a small piece of the barbecue, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, but his stomach soon protested.

He swallowed, cut off a large piece of roasted meat with his dining knife, and started chewing on it.

"So your child is also going to study in Backlund... Look, look at the person next to you."

Chris's current appearance was simply unreasonable to the celebrities who strictly abided by banquet etiquette. Several people who had been talking to him also took a few steps away, as if standing with Chris was a disgrace to their own status.

"That man didn't even have a silver flower on his chest. I don't know if some homeless man picked up a suit and sneaked in..."

"Like a wild dog that has been hungry for several days..."

Chris was eating happily when he suddenly felt someone touching his shoulder.

"Sir, please show your invitation."

(End of this chapter)