Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

Remember in one second【】

Backlund.

At night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

A vague figure walked through the alley between the shack in the eastern district.

In terms of size, this should be a thin woman.

Although she can't see the specific appearance, her hurried steps are quite a bit of a rush.

Not only that, the hurried person is also quite vigilant, turning his head from time to time to examine the possible movement everywhere, walking on the muddy trails with a feeling of "walking on thin ice".

In a short time, she left the "forest" constructed by this shack, and came to the only main road in the East District that could be easily seen.

The dim gas street lamp illuminates the asphalt paved road, in sharp contrast with the rest of the East Side.

But for some reason, the woman's pace seemed to be getting faster.

After looking up and discerning the direction, he hurried to the other side.

After turning a corner on the street, she came to a cafe.

A little orange light shines through the glass window and falls on the ground.

Sniffing the aroma of coffee in the air, the woman raised her head.

The crimson moonlight was reflected in the orange light, and her face showed a somewhat complicated expression, as if vaguely remembering something.

In the air, the aroma of coffee is permeating and refreshing.

Bowing her head and squeezing the slightly whitish corners of her clothes, the woman finally plucked up the courage and pushed the door in like a smashed cauldron.

"Jingle Bell……"

As the bell rang, the corner of Lucid's mouth was slightly cocked, and he looked towards the entrance of the cafe with a smile.

After seeing the person's appearance, she stopped the action of "playing with the brass whistle" in her hand, waved and said:

"here."

The dusty woman was taken aback for a moment, and then she looked around without a trace.

Seeing that there were no suspicious people or things around, he walked over slowly and sat down on the seat facing Lucid.

After greeting the woman to sit down, the smile on the face of the "saint" became more intense, and a gleam of light flashed in the scarlet pupils.

The image of the black-haired and brown-eyed "saint" is already very famous in Backlund because of the previous "meeting meetings". Although it has not yet become a household name, it is only a matter of time.

This of course will have an impact on Lucid's next series of actions.

So she upholds the great "mock doll" spirit, and for the sake of caution, she turned into the "white hair and red pupils" appearance that she hadn't seen for a long time.

Looking at the woman who had just sat down, the corners of Lucid's mouth were slightly tilted, and he smiled and said:

"Good evening, do you want something to drink?"

"No...no."

The woman shook her head, her hands squeezed the corners of her clothes unconsciously, with a somewhat restrained look.

Seeing her look like this, Lucid's thoughts moved, and he smiled quietly:

"Don't be too far apart, you can relax a little..."

Her tone of voice stretched a little bit imperceptibly, and she inexplicably brought a kind of magic.

It is the extraordinary ability of Sequence 8 to "instigate"!

"Forehead……"

The woman's expression suddenly loosened, and her eyes seemed to gradually ease.

She let go of her hand that was squeezing the corners of her clothes, leaned back, and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. …

Seeing this, Lucid smiled in his red pupils and asked softly again:

"It is said that the coffee here is good. Would you like a cup?"

"Um."

Not surprisingly, this proposal was answered in the affirmative.

The corners of the white-haired and red-eyed "witch"'s mouth curled up in a charming arc, waved to summon the waiter, and smiled and said:

"Give this lady a cup of strong coffee, thank you."

The waiter glanced at the crimson moonlight outside the window. He hesitated for a while and couldn't help but question:

"Espresso?"

Lucid glanced at the indifferent expression of the person in front of him calmly, then smiled and nodded affirmatively:

"Yes."

After getting the affirmative answer, the waiter with a strange expression didn't continue to ask, he turned around and left in a hurry.

But Lucid, who was sitting in the seat, had a bit of satisfaction in his eyes.

Although I haven't used "instigation" for a long time, judging from the performance in front of him, he is still a "treasure sword not old".

That being the case, the next plan should go smoothly...

Seeing the person on the other side seemed to have relaxed, she chuckled lightly and asked slowly:

"For this man, Viscount Yorkville... what do you think?"

"Viscount Yorkville?"

After hearing this name, the woman who looked rather plainly dressed suddenly raised her head, and a bit of uncertainty flashed in her eyes.

However, due to the influence of the previous "instigation", he did not make any drastic actions.

But at this moment, Lucid narrowed his eyes, unhurriedly lifted a small pocket from the side seat, and placed it on the table.

"Kang Dang!"

The bag fell on the table, and there was a muffled noise mixed with a little metal collision.

In front of her face, the "witch" with white hair and red eyes opened the mouth of the bag, acting lazily and carelessly.

A breathtaking golden light, flowing through the gap

^0^Remember in one second【】

And out, there is an inexplicable magic that catches people's eyes.

"Grumbling."

The woman facing the "witch" couldn't help swallowing her saliva, even her breathing became hurried unconsciously.

"It's done!"

After seeing her performance, Lucid's mouth was slightly curled up, a dangerous arc was drawn, and the tone stretched out and whispered leisurely:

"Tell me about the Viscount Yorkville, these golden pounds are all yours..."

...

Seeing the gleaming golden light, Mirya couldn't help feeling a little suffocated.

Even when she was working in the house of Viscount Yorkville, she had never seen so many golden pounds.

How to choose does not seem to require too much consideration.

But for some reason, she always felt that this was not appropriate.

The two thoughts are intertwined, and hesitation also arises.

But at this moment, a slightly harsh sentence came into her ears "just right":

"Tsk tusk~www.readwn.com~ I heard that Viscount Yorkville is very mean to the servants..."

These slightly bitter words instantly evoked scenes from Mirya's memory, igniting the flame of "resentment" in her heart.

The shame of injustice he suffered before, and the hard-to-follow situation now, are also entangled together, making this group of "fire" more vigorous.

And Mirya's little saneness was quickly consumed by the flames of "resentment".

Suddenly raising her head, her tone became a little faint, and she whispered softly:

"I promised."

"I will tell you all about the scumbag in Yorkville...all."

On the slightly hazy seat of the cafe, the white-haired and red-eyed "witch" smiled, and the corners of her mouth curled up to reveal a sharp curve, suddenly like a blade.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^