Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 194
The scene in the room made York feel gloomy. He looked at the person in front of the desk whose back was similar to Mr. Lewis, and said softly:

"Mr. Lewis?"

The person at the desk turned his head away, York felt a chill hit his brain, his thoughts became blank, and a sentence echoed: What kind of monster is this?

The monster in front of him had no facial features, only a blank face with a newly pinched eye in the middle of his forehead, distorted and evil, but affectionate.

"What's the matter?" Lewis asked calmly. In order to cope with tomorrow's party and to make it easier to move, he decided to pinch his face with extraordinary strength.

For this, he referred to the little plum in the original world.

Of course, it was the face when I was young, the one who called you to dance and I to dance.

"what!"

York screamed, the whites of his eyes rolled, and he fell straight up in the room, wet the carpet after incontinence.

"Fuck, what do you mean? It's not easy to explain clearly."

Suddenly, Lewis saw his own face in the bronze mirror, and realized that his image was too scary.

He hurriedly sat back at the desk, seized the time to pinch his face, and saw the maid dragging York away from the room, he was indifferent.

Ten minutes later, a face with a mixture of Chinese and Western aesthetics appeared, even a few centimeters taller by the way.

At this moment, Lewis has the handsomeness of a handsome young man and the mature temperament of a businessman, making him even more charming.

It's just that this hard-pressed face is only temporary and can be changed back at any time.

Extraordinary characteristics are just extraordinary characteristics after all, and they are still much inferior to the real Faceless Man's abilities, and even the effects cannot be maintained permanently.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open again, and York, who had been dragged away by the maid before, came in trembling again, and closed the door silently.

"Mr. Lewis, I saw a monster in your room just now. He has a back similar to yours, but there are no facial features on his face." York said.

Lewis turned his head, York looked at the strange but handsome face, stepped back to the door, and asked warily, "Who are you?"

"Lewis Harvey." Lewis smiled and explained: "I used some extraordinary power to temporarily change my appearance to prepare for the party at Baron Reagan's house tomorrow."

York frowned. He stared at Lewis for a while, as if he had accepted the reality. He was just a new superhuman, and his understanding of the supernatural world was too limited.

"I'm amazed by your means, and I'm still thinking about how to introduce you, after all, you are a well-known businessman in Loen, and you cannot just be a friend.

Since you can change your appearance, tomorrow I will regard you as my fan, a wine lover from Ruen. "

"It's my honor. Just call me Charlotte Moriarty, or Mr. Charlotte." Lewis showed a professional smile, and he didn't want to reveal his true identity.

If he participated in the baron's reckless party with his real identity, he might be given various notorieties, which would affect his subsequent AC promotion work.

A good reputation is also very important for a businessman.

"Okay, Mr. Charlotte Moriarty."

York immediately understood, he paused, and then said: "Please call the messenger, I have some desires to deal with."

Lewis took out a small brass whistle from his pocket, puffed out his cheeks and blew it.

The sound of the whistle is like a whale calling in the sea, deep and deep, and the sound is scattered in all directions.

Suddenly, a cold feeling invaded the room, and even the light of the gas lamp turned black.

Miss Elana came out of the wall and took away York's corrupt desire.

York seemed relieved, and he and Lewis talked about the drug until before going to bed.

……

The next afternoon, when the afternoon sun began to turn yellow, Lewis got into the carriage and went with York to Baron Reagan's castle by the Saipan River.

The galloping Saipan River splashes golden water in the sun, and the houses along the river are mostly Gothic, with a Renaissance aesthetic.

Owning a house here is the wish of every Indian, but unfortunately, most of the houses are owned by nobles, and even many rich people cannot get it.

There are gold and silver threads inlaid on the frame of the carriage. Lewis looked at the ancient castle with more admiration in his eyes.

The castle here is not something that can be bought with tens of thousands of pounds. If you don't have a certain status, you won't even find a chance to buy it.

"Reagan is just a baron. How can he maintain such an expensive property? Such a luxurious life?" Lewis looked at York. He played with the cane in his hand and asked easily.

"Uh... I don't know either. I heard that Baron Reagan's father was once a viscount. Later, he stood on the wrong team in a palace coup and lost most of his property, so he became a baron." York thought for a while and explained. .

"I didn't expect Baron Reagan's father to be a supporter of Emperor Roselle. It's a pity that the regime left by Emperor Roselle is still unable to stop the trend of the times and fate."

Lewis felt a lot of emotion. Baron Reagan's consumption did exceed what he had on the surface. It can be inferred that Baron Reagan must have quite a lot of hidden income.

Maybe it was Baron Reagan spreading the taint of the Mother Tree of Desire, who made a fortune off of it.

Arriving at the castle where the party was held, Lewis and York got out of the carriage.

There is a front yard the size of a football field on the outskirts of the castle. Various red and white wines are placed in the front yard, as well as various exquisite snacks, snacks and luxurious food.

The elegant violinist played the violin, playing a sad and decadent sound.

In the front yard, there are mostly girls in cool clothes, they are just in their early 20s, wearing gorgeous pearl necklaces or gemstone earrings.

This age is the most beautiful age for girls, no matter their figure or appearance, they are so outstanding.

However, Lewis noticed that their aura was incompatible with the scene, and some girls still had many old scars on their hands, as if they had done needlework.

"Where did you find these girls?" Lewis asked.

"They are all female workers from the nearby textile factory, they were invited by Baron Reagan, and many of them haven't tried men and women yet.

Mr. Charlotte, if you think someone is good, you can try to invite them, they will generally not refuse, let alone you are so handsome now.

I bet you can invite more than two at a time. "

Lewis' face darkened. Is it too much to attack a girl who has never tried sex with men and women?
Even though these girls are just the most ordinary workers, the faces of capitalists and nobles still make people feel disgusted.

(End of this chapter)