Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 194: Cheating
The scene in the room made York feel gloomy. He looked at the man in front of the desk, whose back looked like Mr. Lewis, and said softly:

"Mr. Lewis?"

The person at the desk turned his head, and York felt a chill rushing straight to his brain. His mind went blank, and only one sentence echoed in his mind: What kind of monster is this?

The monster in front of him had no facial features, only a blank face with a freshly pinched eye in the middle of its forehead. It was twisted and evil, yet appeared affectionate.

"Something?" Lewis asked calmly. In order to cope with tomorrow's party and to make his movements more convenient, he decided to use his extraordinary power to pinch a face.

To do this, he referred to Leo from the original world.

Of course, it’s the face of my youth, the one who told you to dance and I to dance.

"what!"

York screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight into the room, wetting the carpet with his urine.

"Damn, what do you mean? This is not easy to explain."

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

He hurried back to his desk, taking the time to pinch his face, and remained indifferent when he saw the maid drag York away from the room.

Ten minutes later, a face that mixed Chinese and Western aesthetics appeared, and even his height was a few centimeters taller.

At this time, Lewis has the handsomeness of a young man and the mature temperament of a businessman, which makes him even more charming.

However, this face that was sculpted with great effort is only temporary and can be changed back at any time.

After all, extraordinary characteristics are just extraordinary characteristics. They are always far inferior to the real abilities of the Faceless Man, 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, walked in again trembling and closed the door silently.

"Mr. Lewis, I just saw a monster in your room. He had a similar back to yours, but no facial features," York said.

Lewis turned around, and York looked at the strange yet unusually handsome face, stepped back to the door, and asked warily: "Who are you?"

"Lewis Harvey." Lewis smiled and explained, "I used some extraordinary powers to temporarily change my appearance in preparation for attending a party at Baron Reagan's house tomorrow."

York frowned and stared at Lewis for a while, seeming to accept the reality that he was just a novice transcendent and his understanding of the transcendental world was too limited.

"Your methods really amaze me. I'm still thinking about how to introduce you. After all, you are a well-known businessman in Loen, and you can't just be introduced as a friend.

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

"It's my honor. Just call me Charlotte Moriarty. Or Mr. Charlotte." Lewis smiled professionally. He didn't want to reveal his true identity.

If he participated in the Baron's chaotic parties with his real identity, he might be given all kinds of bad names, which would affect his subsequent promotion of alternating current.

For a businessman, a good reputation is also very important.

"Yes, Mr. Charlotte Moriarty."

York immediately understood. He paused and said, "Please summon the messenger. I have some desires to deal with."

Lewis took out a small brass whistle from his pocket, puffed up his cheeks and blew it. The sound of the whistle was like the call of a whale in the sea, deep and profound, and the sound spread in all directions.

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

Miss Elana came out of the wall and took away the depraved desires from York.

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

……

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

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

It is the wish of every Intis person to own a house here, but unfortunately, most of the houses are owned by nobles, and even many wealthy people cannot afford them.

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

The castles here cannot be purchased for tens of thousands of pounds. If you don't have a certain status, you won't even have the opportunity to buy one.

"Reagan is just a baron. How can he maintain such expensive real estate? Such a luxurious life?" Lewis looked at York, played with the cane in his hand, and asked casually.

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

"I didn't expect that Baron Reagan's father was once a supporter of Emperor Roselle. It's a pity that the regime left by Emperor Roselle could not stop the trend of the times and fate."

Lewis sighed and said that Baron Reagan's consumption was indeed more than what he appeared to have. It can be inferred that Baron Reagan must have a considerable hidden income.

Perhaps the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire was spread by Baron Reagan, who made a fortune from this kind of pollution.

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

There is a football field-sized front yard outside the castle, filled with all kinds of red and white wines, as well as various exquisite desserts, snacks and luxurious foods.

The elegant violinist played the violin, producing sad and melodious music.

The front yard was filled with scantily dressed girls in their early twenties, wearing gorgeous pearl necklaces or gemstone earrings.

This age is when girls are at their most beautiful, with outstanding figures and looks.

However, Lewis noticed that their temperament was out of place at the scene, and some girls 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 a nearby textile factory, invited by Baron Reagan, and many of them have never experienced sex.

Mr. Charlotte, if you think there is anyone good, you can try to invite them. They generally won't refuse, not to mention that you are so handsome now.

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

Lewis's face darkened. Was it too much to attack a girl who had never experienced sexual intercourse?
Even though these girls are just ordinary workers, the faces of the capitalists and aristocrats are still disgusting.

(End of this chapter)