Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 10 Talent
On Tuesday afternoon, Klein was resting at the Blackthorn Security Company as usual, sipping the black tea prepared by Roshan.

There was a knock on the door of the security company. Klein opened the door, signed his name, and took the letter.

"A letter addressed to Leonard." Klein placed the letter in front of Roxanne and said casually.

He knew that the letter came from Backlund, and was sent by Miss Justice. There was a high probability that the two simplified Chinese characters "retarded" were written on the envelope.

After witnessing the Chinese characters written by Destiny, Klein couldn't help but doubt Destiny's identity. Being able to write standard simplified Chinese characters, perhaps Destiny really knows how to connect to another world.

Or maybe, Destiny is also a time traveler, a senior time traveler who is more powerful than him and knows more about the mysticism.

"Sent to Leonard?" Luo Shan picked up the envelope and checked it. She asked curiously, "Leonard actually received a letter from a lady. I really want to know what's in the letter. Maybe we will witness a love story."

“No, you don’t want to know.” Klein couldn’t help but curl his lips. When Rosanne opened the envelope, she found that there were only two symbols in the letter that were suspected to be created by Emperor Roselle - mental retardation.

At that time, Luo Shan's expression must be very interesting.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Luo Shan must recognize simplified Chinese characters and clearly know the mystical meaning of the two symbols "mentally retarded".

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Wharton Mansion is the name of the largest brothel in Tingen City. The dancers on the top floor of the mansion have a fascinating name - White Swan.

Each white swan has a unique flower name, for example, Sera's flower name is Witch.

Entering Wharton House, Lewis did not take off his hat, but squeezed into the crowd.

"Friend, are you interested in Sera's information? Follow this guide and you will soon experience the joy of being a noble celebrity." A half-bald man with thick chest hair patted Lewis and reminded him.

"How much is it?"

Lewis was indeed interested in the strategy, and the pleasure of being a noble celebrity that the other party mentioned was naturally spending a wonderful night with the witch Sera.

You know, many white swans do not easily receive guests. Even if you want a noble or famous person to be welcomed by a white swan wagging its buttocks, you have to pay a high fee.

"One pound." The half-bald man quoted the price with a friendly smile.

Lewis twitched his lips. He dared to ask for a pound for a piece of torn paper. Why not just rob it?
No, robbing money has risks, and selling junk guides makes money faster than robbing.

"No, I hope you can sell the strategy to someone who needs it more." Lewis dodged the half-bald man and entered the waiting room.

Although he really wanted to know what was written in the guide, the price per pound was too high, and the money he had in hand only amounted to ten pounds.

For him, the money in his hand should be used where it is more needed, such as strengthening his own strength.

The early morning sun shone into the crowded room, the dust in the air danced in the sun, and Lewis saw many people holding a piece of paper, analyzing something carefully.

There is no doubt that it is the strategy guide for Witch Sera, which is sold by the half-bald man downstairs.

"Scammers really make money." Lewis was a little envious. He found a seat and sat down, waiting for the witch Sera anxiously, as if he was welcoming a blind date.

After a while, a woman wearing a dress with intricate patterns and a black veil with fine mesh came into the room accompanied by a waiter.

The woman seemed to have a special magic. From the moment she entered the room, Lewis felt that the man next to him was breathing heavier.

As Sera entered the waiting room, the room fell silent, and Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in succession, activating his psychic vision.

Looking through Sera's etheric body, Lewis saw a bright red color deep in Sera's astral body, just like arterial blood. "This shows that Sera is really a transcendent. Judging from her etheric body, she is more powerful than me. She is at least a Sequence 7 Witch, and very likely a Sequence 6 Joy."

After confirming that Sera was truly a transcendent being, Lewis decided to show off before everyone could react, and he took the opportunity to chant poetry.

"Who, hold my hand, and calm my madness for half a lifetime?

Who, kissed my eyes, and shielded me from wandering for half my life?
Who can stroke my face and comfort my sorrow for half a lifetime..."

While singing affectionately, Lewis watched the changes in Sera's expression, but unfortunately, the fine mesh black veil covered half of Sera's face, and he could not recognize Sera's expression.

As the poetry began to sound, the men in the waiting room became restless. Several wealthy curly-haired baboons began to compete with each other with money, and the price was raised to two hundred pounds a night.

Finally, the witch Sera chuckled, whispered a few words in the waiter's ear, and left the room.

Lewis became uneasy again until the waiter came to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

After receiving Sera's invitation, Lewis stood up proudly and looked down at the "merchants" who were clearly marking their prices.

Sometimes talent is more useful than money, and now it seems that Sera prefers talented men.

Entering Sera's room with his head held high, Lewis had already imagined Sera shaking her hips to welcome him. After all, apart from Emperor Roselle, few people could write such moving poems.

He suddenly understood the happiness of Emperor Roselle. There was only one chance to show off, and there were only two chances: once and countless times.

“Hello, Ms. Sera.” Lewis took off his hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Welcome, sir, can you tell me your name?" Sera took Lewis's hand and let Lewis sit on the bed covered with velvet and floor-length sheets.

Lewis felt that the blood flow in his body increased a lot, and he almost exited the "machine" role-playing state. The witch was the kind of extraordinary person who made people's blood boil.

"Just call me Lewis."

"Mr. Lewis, your singing of 'That Life' is so great. I believe you must be a gentleman with rich knowledge." Sera took off her hat with fine mesh black gauze, revealing her exquisite face.

Beauty is synonymous with witches. It can be said that all women who are witches have a kind of enchanting beauty.

"That life?" Lewis' mouth twitched suddenly. Sera actually knew "That Life". He suddenly had a bold idea.

"Yes, this poem is not included in the Roselle Poetry Collection, and even few people know about it, but I think this poem is definitely one of the best poems the emperor has ever written." Sera said sincerely.

"Damn it!" Lewis secretly cursed Emperor Roselle in his heart. According to the Emperor's pretentious way, he left no way for later travelers to survive.

"I'm glad you like it." Lewis suppressed his unhappiness. After all, this poem created an opportunity for him and the witch to be alone.

"Yes, I like it very much." Sera moved closer to Lewis, and Lewis hugged Sera in his arms.

The afternoon sun shone on the velvet quilt. Lewis got dressed and said goodbye to the witch Sera.

Walking on the bluestone brick road, Lewis was in high spirits and even wanted to recite poetry, although he was not good at it.

"Being a witch feels so good. Suddenly I feel that life is not so bad. Of course, more importantly, I didn't pay any money. It turns out that you can get something for free if you have talent." Lewis couldn't help thinking.

A gust of wind blew, he held down his hat, got on the carriage and headed for the Goddess Church.

(End of this chapter)