Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 195 You came at the right time

Looking at those pure and beautiful female textile factory workers, Lewis couldn't help but ask:
"Isn't Baron Reagan's behavior too much? Don't law enforcement agencies care?"

York shook his head and reminded quietly:

“Mr. Charlotte, perhaps your sympathy is misplaced.

They were not forced. Attending such parties was an opportunity that countless female workers longed for. They could taste candies and chocolates that they had never eaten in their lives and dress up much more beautifully than usual.

Even if a female worker is favored by a man of status and becomes his mistress, it can change her life.”

Lewis slowly loosened his clenched fists. York's reason convinced him that he had taken it for granted just now.

With the help of the "machine's" power, Lewis regained his composure. He walked through the crowd and attracted the attention of a group of girls.

The party outside the castle was not Lewis and his friends' home ground; the party inside the castle was.

Those people of status invited by Baron Reagan would communicate inside the castle. Occasionally, a man would come out and take a fancy to a female worker and try to invite her out.

Tonight's party will last until dawn. It is a special carnival among the upper class.

The last ray of sunlight dissipated on the other side of the Saipan River. The dinner in the castle featured more premium wines, mellow caviar, and the finest black truffles.

The ladies here wear luxurious and beautiful clothes, and many men wear white wool wigs, chatting and laughing with the ladies, or extending warm invitations.

There are enough rooms here so that anyone who wants to rest can find a place anytime and anywhere.

Lewis used his inspiration to pay attention to everyone. He didn't dare to open his spiritual vision rashly, as it might happen that he would see something he shouldn't see, thus putting himself in danger.

A lady wearing a lace-decorated hat stared at Lewis with a charming look.

Lewis looked at the lady. For some reason, he found her very attractive.

Although the lady was indeed very beautiful, Lewis, who was used to seeing beautiful women, should not have a particularly favorable impression of her.

"There's something wrong with her. It's her extraordinary power that attracted me!"

Lewis immediately suppressed the desire in his heart, retracted his gaze, smiled slightly, and said to York:
"What a charming lady."

Lewis's voice interrupted his mind, and York woke up from his dreamy state. He looked excited and explained:
"Mr Lewis, that's Mrs Dale, the wife of Boris MP.

Of course, she is also a real socialite, and many nobles and wealthy people have fallen at her feet. "

Congressman Boris... Lewis nodded. This Mrs. Dale does have a lot of scandals and is a veritable "socialite".

He picked up a glass of bright red wine from the dining table, then his face darkened and he put the wine down.

"Don't touch the drinks here, they're adulterated."

Lewis reminded Boris in the lowest voice that the wine here was contaminated by the Mother Tree of Desire, and he could feel it even without activating his clairvoyance.

There are so many people here, and many of them have already drunk alcohol. It’s hard to imagine what this place will be like in a while.

However, this also confirmed Lewis's conjecture that Baron Reagan was indeed spreading the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire.

Perhaps, the other party is using this thing as an addictive substance, and in order to sell it, they need to cultivate "addicts" first. After a while, many gentlemen and ladies have gone to the room, and the number of people in the party hall began to decrease.

Lewis' condition was not very good. He barely suppressed the desire in his heart. After the people around him took that kind of pollution, it would spread unconsciously. Even those who did not take it would be tortured by desire.

As for York, this low-sequence transcendent had already entered the small room with a noble lady.

"I was careless. I didn't expect Baron Reagan to dare to mix contamination into the drinks. Now I can't stay here. If I act too special, I will definitely be targeted."

Suddenly, Lewis noticed that Mrs. Dale was approaching him, and her fingers gently stroked his shoulder, which gave him goose bumps.

"Sir, you really fascinate me." Mrs. Dale narrowed her eyes into crescents and smiled.

"My beautiful lady, you fascinate me even more." Lewis exchanged a few simple greetings with Mrs. Dale and invited her to the room in the castle.

The light of the gas lamp kept jumping, and Mrs. Dale's posture was charming. She hooked her finger and motioned Lewis to come forward.

Lewis leaned against the wall and took out a brass whistle from his pocket. He blew the whistle, and a chill swept through the room.

Miss Elana walked out of the wall. When she saw the disheveled Mrs. Dale, she turned her head shyly to look at Lewis and whispered:

"I think... I came at the wrong time."

Lewis's face darkened. Mrs. Dale, who was sitting on the bed, had already revealed a resentful and horrified look in her eyes. She saw the messenger.

At the same time, the other party's temptation to him became stronger.

He hurriedly said to Elana: "You came at the right time, take the desire away from me, quickly!"

Miss Elana lifted her tail, and Lewis felt his body suddenly lighten, entering the sage mode, which gave him the confidence to face Mrs. Dale.

"Madam, don't seduce me. You are like a pile of pollution in front of me now. You exude a disgusting smell all over your body."

While talking nonsense, Lewis opened the lead box in his pocket, and a harmonica was held in his hand. This harmonica can arouse the negative desires deep in people's hearts.

Mrs. Dale's face was pale, blue flames were burning on her body, and a strong smell of sulfur filled the luxurious room.

"You dare to insult me? Then..." The sharp horns on Mrs. Dale's head were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. There were mysterious patterns flashing on the sharp horns. She shouted the last word in the most unpleasant and vicious voice:

"die!"

Almost at the moment before Mrs. Dale uttered the word, Lewis blew the harmonica, and the two sounds mixed together and exploded.

The blast created by the explosion created a hole in the ground between the two people, which extended upward and downward, passing through the ceiling and the ground below respectively.

Facing this terrifying destructive power, Lewis just smiled faintly and reminded:
"I don't want to be hostile to you, I just came to the party."

He was confident that he could deal with the female demon in front of him, but what then?

He could certainly escape, as long as he changed back to his original appearance, and no one would know that Charlotte Moriarty was Lewis Harvey.

However, if that happens, York, who brought him here today, will be in trouble and will definitely be retaliated by Baron Reagan.

(End of this chapter)