On Tuesday afternoon, Crane was resting at Blackthorn Security as usual, sipping Rosan's brewed black tea.

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

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

He knew that the letter was from Beckland, or it was sent by Miss Justice, and there was a high probability that there were two simplified Chinese characters written on the envelope, "Mentally Handicapped".

Witnessing the Chinese characters written by Fate, Crane can't help but doubt the identity of Fate, being able to write standard simplified Chinese characters, maybe Fate really holds the way to connect to another world.

Or, Destiny is also a time-traveler, a time-traveler predecessor who is more powerful and knows more about the occult than him.

"Sent to Leonard?" Roseanne picked up the envelope and looked at it, and asked curiously: "Leonard actually received a letter from a lady, I really want to know what is written in the letter, maybe we will witness a love story." ”

"No, you wouldn't want to know." Crane couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and when Roseanne opened the envelope, he found that there were only two symbols in the letter that were suspected to have been created by Russell the Great - mentally retarded.

At that time, Rosan's expression must have been wonderful.

Of course, the premise is that Luo Shan knows simplified Chinese characters and clearly understands the occult meaning of the two symbols "mentally handicapped".

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

And each white swan has a unique flower name, such as Serra's flower name is the witch.

Entering the Wharton Mansion, Lewis did not take off his top hat and squeezed into the crowd.

"Friend, is Serra's intelligence interested? Follow this guide, and you'll soon be able to experience the joy of the aristocracy and celebrities. A semi-bald man with thick chest hair patted Lewis and reminded.

"How much does it cost?"

Lewis was indeed interested in the Raiders, and the fun of the nobles and celebrities that the other party said was naturally to spend a wonderful night with the witch Serra.

You must know that many white swans do not receive guests easily, even those noble celebrities, if they want to make white swans shake their butts and welcome, they need to pay expensive fees.

"A pound." The half-bald man quoted the price and smiled amiably.

Lewis twitched the corner of his mouth, a piece of broken paper dared to ask for a pound, why not grab it?

No, there is still a risk in grabbing money, and selling garbage is faster than grabbing money.

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

Although he wanted to know what was written on the guide, the price of one pound was too high, and the money in his hand added up 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 overcrowded room, the dust in the air dancing in the sunlight, and Lewis saw many people holding a piece of paper, seriously analyzing something.

There is no doubt that it was the witch Serra's strategy, and the half-bald man downstairs was sold.

"Scammers make real money." Lewis was a little envious, and he found a place to sit down, and waited anxiously for the witch Serra as if he were greeting a blind date.

After a while, a woman in an intricately patterned dress and a fine-mesh black gauze hat walked into the room, accompanied by a waiter.

There seemed to be a special magic in the woman, and from the moment she entered the room, Lewis felt the man next to her breathe heavily.

As Serra entered the waiting room, the room fell silent, and Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in quick succession, turning on his vision.

Looking through Serra's aether, Lewis saw that the depths of Sierra Star were bright red, like arterial blood.

"This shows that Sierra is really transcendent, from the point of view of the ether, she is stronger than me, at least the witch of Sequence Seven, and probably the pleasure of Sequence Six."

Confirming that Serra was truly transcendent, Lewis decided to perform while everyone was still reacting, and he took the opportunity to sing the hymn.

"Who, by my hand, has taken me into madness for half my life;

Who, kissing my eyes, covering me for half my life;

Who, caress my face, and comforts me for half a lifetime of sorrow......"

As he sang affectionately, Lewis watched as Serra's expression changed, but unfortunately, the fine-mesh black veil covered half of Serra's face, and he couldn't make out Serra's expression.

As the poetry sounded, the men in the waiting room became agitated, and several curly-haired baboons with deep pockets competed with money, and the price was clearly marked to two hundred pounds a night.

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

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

Having received Serra's invitation, Lewis stood up triumphantly and looked down at the "merchants" who had clearly marked the price.

There are times when talent is more useful than money, and now it seems that Sierra prefers talented men.

Entering Serra's room with his head held high, Lewis already had the idea of Serra shaking her ass to welcome him, after all, few people but Russell the Great could write such moving poetry.

He suddenly understood the happiness of Russell the Great, and pretended to do it only once and countless times.

"Hello, Ms. Serra." Lewis took off his top hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Welcome, sir, can you tell me your name?" Sierra grabbed Lewis's palm and sat him down on the edge of the velvet bed with floor-sweeping sheets.

Lewis felt the blood flow in his body speed up a lot, and almost quit playing the role of "machine", the witch is the kind of transcendent person who makes people's blood run high.

"Just call me Lewis."

"Mr. Lewis, your singing of 'That Life' is wonderful, and I believe you must be a gentleman of great knowledge." Serra removes her hat with a fine-mesh black gauze, revealing a delicate face.

Beauty is synonymous with witches, and it can be said that all women who are witches have a kind of seductive beauty.

"That life?" The corners of Lewis's mouth twitched suddenly, and Serra actually knew about "That Life", and he suddenly had a bold idea.

"Yes, this poem is not included in the Selected Poems of Russell, and very few people even know about it, but I think this poem is definitely one of the best poems ever written by the Great." Serra said sincerely.

"I'll rub!" Lewis secretly scolded Russell the Great in his heart, according to the emperor's way of pretending to be forced, he did not leave a way for the later traversers to live.

"It's great if you like it." Lewis restrained his unhappiness, and in any case, the poem creates an opportunity for him to be alone with the witch.

"Yes, I like it very much." Sierra approached Lewis, who embraced Sierra into his arms.

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

Walking on the bluestone brick road, Lewis was so excited that he even wanted to sing poetry, although he was not good at it.

"The taste of a witch is amazing, and suddenly I feel that life is not so bad. Of course, more importantly, I didn't pay, it turned out that talented people can really prostitute for nothing. Lewis couldn't help but think.

A gust of wind blew, and he pressed his top hat and got into the carriage and went to the church of the goddess.