Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 193 Wine Tasting

It is precisely because of the high expectation of the method provided by Lewis that Mrs. Slant pays so much attention to the taste of the wine. She even closes her eyes tightly and prays to the "eternal blazing sun".

Time passed by, and half an hour later, the step of sobering up was officially over.

The waiter wearing a monocle poured the red wine in the decanter into several goblets and placed them in front of several people.

A double image of a goblet appeared in front of Mrs. Slant's eyes. She stabilized her mental state, picked up the goblet, and poured the red wine in it into her mouth.

The freshly brewed wine is the time when the fruit aroma is the most intense, but the taste is astringent, with a slight floral aroma in the aftertaste.

Even if Mrs. Slant is not a wine taster, she can understand that this is much better than her wine.

The mist on her face was completely washed away by the familiar taste, and Mrs. Slante believed that the wine would be sold at a beautiful price, because this was exactly the taste of the wine produced by her husband.

"Madam, try to relax, otherwise you won't be able to taste the real taste." Lewis reminded the other party, and he also took a sip.

There is still some difference from the one he tasted at Mr. York's for the first time. This is probably due to the lack of fermentation time. The wine at Mr. York's has been preserved for more than ten years.

However, it is much better than Mrs. Slant's craftsmanship.

The air fell silent. After a while, Lewis smiled and said:

"It's better to call the taster Mr. York. If he has a high opinion of the wine, it means that it can be sold at a good price."

He didn't rashly ask Mrs. Slante for a reward. The current business condition of the Slante Manor is not good, and it is impossible for the other party to pay a large amount of money at one time, and it is impossible to give him too high a return.

However, if it can get a good review from a professional taster, then the wine of Slante Manor will become a hot seller in an instant. Even if it is because of face, Mrs. Slante will not give a too low price.

"This is really a good idea." Mrs. Slanter's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head, wondering: "But, Mr. York will not comment on a wine casually, and Mr. Carmen also spent a lot of money to be able to Come to Mister York."

"No, he will definitely come!" Lewis affirmed, following the principle of not wasting, he drank the remaining wine.

The relationship between Mr. York and him is very delicate. If the other party still wants to summon his messenger to suppress his desire, then he will not refuse this reasonable request.

Lewis' tone gave Mrs. Slante great confidence. She sent the waiters in the manor, and asked one of the waiters to drive the carriage to inform Mr. York.

All of this was answered half an hour later. When the waiter came back again, the disheveled Yorke had already arrived outside the restaurant, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry.

"Mr. Lewis, Ms. Slante, it is my honor to be invited by you." Mr. York put his right hand on his chest and saluted.

He glanced at Lewis meaningfully, if not for Lewis' invitation, he would not have come.

As a well-known taster, wine tasting is a thankless task, and every word he says may offend a rich manor owner.

"Welcome, Mr. York." Mrs. Slanter stood up excitedly to greet him. She raised her wide skirt and responded to Mr. York.

After York took his seat, he closed his eyes and slowly tasted the fine wine on the table. Just as the wine entered his throat, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mrs. Slant, this is really a very good wine, or rather, I haven't tasted such a good wine for a long time, just like it was made by Mr. Lyle." York said seriously.

The gloom on Mrs. Slanter's face completely dissipated, she asked the waiter to start preparing dinner, chatted happily with Mr. York, and tried every means to get York to say more words of praise.

Because, every word of praise that Mr. York said will appear in the Intis morning newspaper tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the advertisement of Slant Manor will appear in front of those nobles and elites with a high profile.

It was not until after dinner that Mrs. Slanter reluctantly let Mr. York go. How much she hoped that Mr. York could stay in the manor overnight.

That way, she can say that the tasters are addicted to the wines of the Slant Estate, which has more meaning and impact than any compliment.

"Mr. Lewis."

After leaving the restaurant, York called Lewis in a voice only two people could hear, saying:

"Baron Reagan invited me to the party tomorrow night. If I'm not wrong, there will be medicines you are interested in at the party tomorrow night, and maybe even people who sell medicines will appear.

Baron Reagan mentioned this cryptically. If you want to go too, I can let you pretend to be my friend. "

Lewis immediately became interested. He nodded and said calmly:
"You stay at Slant Manor tonight, and we will act together tomorrow night. I suspect that the people who sell this kind of medicine have ulterior motives. You should have discovered that what they sell is more like a curse."

York suddenly stopped in front of the carriage, he turned around, saluted Mrs. Srant, and said:
"Ms. Slanter, I think I am really drunk. I would be very grateful if you would allow me to stay here for the night."

Mrs. Slante, who was thinking about how to keep the other party, smiled brightly, her voice raised unconsciously, and said sharply:

"Welcome to Slante Manor as a guest, Mr. York, you will definitely have a great experience."

York nodded, and Mrs. Slanter asked the servant to clean up a room for York to live in temporarily.

Obviously, York's treatment was higher than Lewis's. The servants sent wine and delicacies from the manor's collection, and they only hoped that York could talk more.

York was so annoyed that when the crimson moon was high in the night sky, he came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

Suddenly, he supported his head, his body trembled and knelt down, panting heavily.

He knew that this was the side effect of the drug, and almost every night, he would be tortured by desire.

Of course, if he took that drug again and continued his depraved behavior, he would be temporarily out of pain.

But this kind of behavior will make him more and more inseparable from that curse, and eventually he will definitely become an out-of-control monster.

Seeing that Lewis' room was in front of him, he strengthened his determination, walked to the door step by step, and pushed the door open.

In the room, Lewis was playing with a jelly-like translucent object.

Against the black and green background, from time to time there are faintly visible faces floating in it, like figures hidden behind dark curtains.

(End of this chapter)