Lord of the Mysteries

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"Don't think about that **** bill, let's discuss ritual magic." Old Neil easily put away items such as candles, cauldrons and silver knives.

Klein wants to shrug his shoulders like the Mi people in his life, but in the end he still didn't do this gentleman's action.

He turned his attention back to the ritual magic itself, throwing out the detailed questions of the previous doubts and getting a certain enough answer. For example, the mourning mantra has a certain format, as long as it is satisfied, and uses He The Mies language clearly understands the key meanings, and the other parts can be played at will. Of course, the embarrassing, less respectful description is absolutely forbidden.

This "mystery course" continued until noon, and the old Neil coughed two channels:

"We have to go back to Zouteland Street."

Having said that, he complained vaguely:

"I missed the lovely breakfast to get those **** materials."

Klein looked around with a funny and puzzled look:

"Mr. Neil, don't you have a chef at home? Or the maid who is responsible for cooking?"

A weekly salary of 12 pounds is enough to cover several servants!

According to the newspaper, in the case of accommodation and food, please ask an ordinary chef to only need 12 to 15 weeks of weekly salary, even 1 pound is not used, the miscellaneous maid is cheaper, the weekly salary is only 3 Sule 6 pence to 6 Sule Of course, you can't count on their cooking skills.

Oh, it’s not right, Mr. Neil still owes a 30-pound foreign debt, and does not ask the chefs and servants to be normal...

I seem to ask questions that should not be asked...

When Klein regretted it, Daniel didn't mind shaking his head at all:

“I often try ritual magic at home, study extraordinary items and corresponding literature. It is not impossible or impossible to ask ordinary people to be chefs, servants and maids. It is only for people to come to clean regularly, and if it is not ordinary people, you think they will Willing to do similar work?"

"I seem to ask a stupid question, maybe because I don't do anything that involves mystery at home." Klein explained with a mockery.

Old Neil stood up early, put on a round felt hat, and walked outside the door, muttering:

"I seem to smell the smell of fried foie gras... I will definitely get a copy of the bill! I will definitely have a whole piece of roast pork with apple sauce at noon. No, this is not enough. I must come again. A sausage with mashed potatoes..."

I was so hungry... Kline swallowed and quickly followed the old Neil to the nearby public carriage.

Back to Zouteland Street, Old Neil just stepped off the carriage and suddenly "Hmm":

"What did I see? Goddess, what did I see?"

He suddenly and agilely like a 17-year-old boy, flew to the side of the road and picked up the same thing.

Klein was puzzled and took a closer look and found that it was a well-crafted wallet.

It is difficult to tell whether his dark brown purse is cowhide or sheepskin with his eyes and insights. He only noticed that there is a light blue small coat of arms embroidered on it, and a white dove flying above the coat of arms.

This was the impression that Klein had at first glance, and from the second eye, he was stuck in sight by the banknotes that bulged the wallet.

That is the golden pound of black and gray, at least 20 up!

Old Neal unfolded the wallet, pulled out the banknotes, and carefully licked it, and immediately snorted:

"The 10 pounds of banknotes, the esteemed 'founder' ‘protector’ William I, oh, goddess, a full 30, and a few 5, 1, and 5 Sule notes.”

More than three hundred pounds? This is a huge sum in the true sense! I may not have so much money for ten years... Klein’s breathing is involuntarily heavy.

Because the value of the Golden Pound is very high, when you get to such a wallet, you will get the same as a suitcase.

"I don't know which gentleman lost... certainly not an ordinary person." Klein calmly analyzed.

Such a wallet is clearly not a woman.

"Don't care who he is." Old Neil chuckled. "We won't try to take possession of these money that doesn't belong to us. Let's wait here. I think that gentleman will come back soon, for any For people, this is not something that is easy to give up."

Klein secretly sighed and had a new understanding of the moral qualities of the old Neil.

He was quite worried about the other party’s excuse of “goddess giving” and used the money to repay the bill. He was thinking hard about how to stop it and how to persuade him.

This is "do whatever you want, but don't hurt"? Klein suddenly had a little insight.

The two waited for less than a minute on the street, and saw a luxurious four-wheeled carriage flying fast. The light blue coat on the side was a white dove with wings.

The carriage stopped. A middle-aged man in a black suit and a bow tie with the same color left the carriage and looked at the wallet and took off his hat.

"Mr. Two, this should be my master's wallet."

"Your coat of arms proves everything, but I need to verify it again. This is responsible for everyone. How much money is there in the wallet?" Old Neil responded politely.

The middle-aged man snorted and immediately laughed at himself:

"As a housekeeper, you should not know how much money is left in the owner's wallet. Sorry, please allow me to ask."

"This is your freedom." Old Neil made a gesture of asking.

The middle-aged man returned to the carriage and passed through the window to exchange two sentences with the people inside.

He returned to Klein and Old Neil and smiled and said:

"More than 300 pounds, less than 350 pounds, my master does not remember the specific amount."

I don't remember... It's really a big dog. I have to have so much money, definitely counting it over and over again... Klein is full of envy.

Old Neil nodded and handed the wallet back:

"The goddess proves that this is yours."

The middle-aged man took the wallet and probably counted it again, then pulled out three 10-pound notes from it:

"My master is Sir Deville. He said that your quality is appreciated by him. This is the reward that honest people should receive. Please don't refuse."

Sir Deville? Sir Deville, who founded the "Deville Trust Company" to provide low-cost rental housing for the underlying workers? Klein remembered the name.

He is a jazz that his brother, Banson, respects and believes that things are not close enough to reality.

"Thanks to Jazz, he is a kind, generous gentleman." Old Neil was polite and took the three banknotes.

After watching the carriage of Sir Deville's carriage, he saw no one around him. He turned to look at Klein, slammed the banknote and smiled:

"30 pounds, the bill is settled."

“I said that it will be solved in a reasonable way.”

"This is the power of magic."

...the power of GodTM magic! This is also OK! Klein was stunned again.

After a few minutes of slowing down, he entered the stairway and climbed to the security company. He asked:

"Mr. Neil, why don't you pray for more money?"

"Don't be greedy. Especially when holding ritual magic, you can't be greedy. Moderation is the key element for every voyeuristic person to live long enough." Old Neil explained with ease.

............

In the huge banquet hall, a few burning candles are erected on several chandeliers, which exude a pleasant aroma, accumulating the light that is not inferior to the gas lamp.

On the long strips, there are delicious foods such as fried foie gras, grilled steak, roast chicken, fried squid, dicy oysters, stewed lamb, creamy soup, and a bottle of misty champagne. Ermer wines and Southville wines, they exude a seductive color under the light of the light.

A servant in a red vest is holding a plate of crystal cups, between the dressed or elegant or gorgeous gentleman and the lady.

Audrey Hall is wearing a pale white dress with a collar, high waist and lambskin sleeves. The upper body is tightly tied, the waist is very thin, and the multi-layered cake is perfectly stretched by the whale hoop.

Her long blond hair is elegant, the earrings, necklaces and rings are shining brightly, and at the foot is a pair of white dance shoes with roses and diamonds.

“There are 4, 5, or 6 petticoats inside?” Audrey touched the skirt with her right hand wearing white gauze gloves.

Her left hand is holding a glass of sparkling champagne.

Audrey did not stay in the center of the banquet as in the past, but became the focus of everyone, but avoided the excitement and quietly stood in the shadow of the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She sipped her champagne and looked at the people in front of her with a gesture that did not belong here:

The younger son of Earl Wolfe is chatting with the daughter of Viscount Conrad. He likes to use a wielding arm to strengthen his tone. Well, the more he swings, the less credible the content is. This is a valid conclusion. ... He can't help but raise himself and degrade others, but it is difficult to control guilty conscience, which will be expressed from the way he speaks and the language of his body...

Mrs. Jura used her left hand to cover her laughter again and again. Well, I know, she is showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...

Her husband, the Duke of Nigan, talked about the situation with a few conservative aristocrats not far away. From the beginning of the banquet to the present, he only actively looked for his Lady Laura once in sight...

They have almost no real eye contact... maybe, um, they are not as loving as they are...

Mrs. Panis was laughed seven times by Baron Larry. It was normal, not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with a guilty look... Hey, they are separated... No, they can go anywhere Leading to the garden...

......

In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that would never be noticed at all.

For a moment, she almost really believed that she was watching a drama.

"Everyone is a good drama actor..." She sighed silently and her eyes were cold.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little, turned her head and looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the dark corner of the spacious balcony.

In the shadow, a golden retriever sits quietly, looking at the inside with a gaze, watching Audrey, half of the body hidden in the darkness.

Su Shi... Ao Lili’s mouth was soaked, her expression collapsed instantly, and she could no longer maintain the “audience” status.