Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 93 Sharon ([-])

Windsor was the first to trot over: "Mrs. Sharon, why are you here?"

Chris lowered his voice and called to the children to go back.

Mrs. Sharon answered Windsor's warm greeting indifferently, but her gaze kept on Chris who was not far away.

"Who is he?"

"He," Windsor followed Mrs. Sharon's gaze and looked back quickly, for fear of neglecting her, "his name is Chris, and he is a policeman."

Mrs. Sharon nodded, seemingly not surprised by Chris' identity.She had discovered that he had an unusual relationship with Catherine as early as the dinner at the Borlague Club, and she also knew that the latter was a policeman.

"Chris not only donated a large amount of money to the workhouse today, but also taught the children to do... martial arts for free."

"Oh? What kind of exercise? Martial arts exercise? Why have I never heard of this word?" Mrs. Sharon frowned slightly, crossed her arms and walked forward.She didn't believe that there was something in the world that she didn't know about.

Every time she took a step forward, Chris's heart skipped a beat, and every step Mrs. Sharon took was like stepping on his heart.

To him, Mrs. Sharon is not some small leader of the Witch Sect in Sequence 6, but a transgender extraordinary pervert who dares to attack children!
If he had been a servant of Emperor Russell when he traveled back in time, he would definitely have risked his life to remonstrate and shout to the emperor that witches are a disaster!

Mrs. Sharon's perverted strength is Sequence 6. Even if she doesn't use that strange purple book, she can at least press Chris to the ground and rub him with her extraordinary ability. As a "fighting scholar", he may not be close to "happiness". Witch" was beaten half to death.

Chris felt that Mrs. Sharon exuded an inexplicable pressure that made him want to obey unconsciously.But Star Island didn't give any prompts, and he couldn't feel anything on his wrists, which made him even more surprised. Originally, this reminder was extremely sensitive and accurate, but now it's as if it doesn't exist.

Damn it, could it be that Star Island's reminder is a one-time thing, and once you have the antibodies, you can ignore it and it all depends on the host's consciousness?

Chris cursed secretly, but still mustered up the courage to look into those watery brown eyes, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to slap himself:

"Hello, me, me, have we met?"

"Of course we have met, at the dinner party at the Bolrag Club," Mrs. Sharon held out her jade hand with a slight smile on her face, "I also performed reading hypnosis on you at that time, have you forgotten, Chris?"

Chris looked at the naturally drooping jade hand in front of him, swallowed, held it gently, closed his lips slightly and kissed it softly through the white gauze gloves, which was regarded as a hand kiss.

Mrs. Sharon took back her hand and looked very happy: "I didn't expect you to care so much about the children in the workhouse. You are such a kind person."

"Mrs. Sharon, I just have some sympathy." Chris lowered his head. He didn't dare to say more. He felt that his voice was trembling at this moment, and he would show his timidity if he spoke a few more words.

"What a good person. By the way, Windsor said you also taught the children... martial arts? Haha, I have never heard of this word. Is it a kind of artistic gymnastics?" Mrs. Sharon chuckled, feeling It seems to be good, and Chris is like a long-lost friend.

Chris didn't dare to raise his head and slowly said half-truths and half-false words:

"Yes, this is a... long-lost art. Its origin cannot be verified. I only discovered this art in ancient books by accident."

Chris said this almost word for word, but Mrs. Sharon didn't express anything about it. On the contrary, she seemed to be satisfied with the feeling of men groveling in front of her.

"Oh, it seems I still need to learn a lot," Mrs. Sharon covered her mouth and chuckled, "By the way, how are the children practicing? If possible, I have a charity dinner tomorrow and would like to invite the children to perform on stage. Show it to the entrepreneurial bankers and maybe they’ll donate some money to the workhouse.”

How dare Chris say no?He quickly nodded in agreement and said that the children had practiced well, regardless of whether Dean Windsor agreed or not.

"That's good," Mrs. Sharon opened her purse, pulled out an invitation and handed it to him, "Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening, a carriage will pick you up at the Jinwutong District Opera House. Remember to be on time."

Chris took it with both hands and looked at Mrs. Sharon's leaving back. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the inexplicable pressure in his heart disappeared.

"Chris, thank you so much," Windsor said with an excited face, wiping tears. She had been hiding nearby and listening to the conversation between the two. "The children are so lucky. If tomorrow's performance goes well, maybe they will be adopted. , live a life with enough food and clothing, thank you very much, and thank you Mrs. Sharon... Ah, Goddess!"

Chris was not so excited. Except that he already knew the true face of Madam Sharon, he felt that this was just an idealized wish of Windsor, which was almost impossible to realize. Those dignitaries were just selfish people, even if they were adopted , they rarely treat their children as their own.

However, if the charity performance can go smoothly, the children's life will definitely be much better than before.After all, those entrepreneurs, bankers, and dignitaries spent more on a dinner party than the children in the workhouse spent on meals for several months.

After chatting for a while, Chris said goodbye to Windsor and the children and left the workhouse.

Even though it was night now, lights could still be seen in the buildings in the distance. In a daze, he felt as if he had entered the electrical age. The brightness of those lights was not like that of gas lamps.

It was a jazz who was holding a dinner party in his home. He had arranged several gas pipes in his home, and could light up a dozen gas lamps at once, and the brightness of them together was like a small sun.Put it outside and it can be seen from far away.

Chris naturally wouldn't think that someone would be so extravagant as to install several gas pipes in their home just to prove to the ladies that they were as warm as the sun, but less than a kilometer away, there was a group of children who couldn't bear to turn on the gas lights. I can go to bed early, otherwise I can only use candlelight for lighting.

Chris walked slowly along the road. To this day, the threat that Moss's ascetic would give him has long been forgotten. Now it seems that Mrs. Sharon has been at the center of the storm.Since Chris met her in the library, he has also been involved in this strange storm. It all seems to be an arrangement of fate.

He needs to calm down and think quietly—Madam Sharon, or in other words, who is the target of the Witch Sect?What exactly do they want?
The evening wind of the summer night blew the oak trees above his head, and his heart beat faster. The truth seemed to be close at hand.

(End of this chapter)