It was the expectation of Lewis's method that made Mrs. Slant so concerned about the taste of the wine that she even closed her eyes and prayed to the "eternal sun".

Minutes and seconds passed, and after half an hour, the decanting step officially ended.

A waiter wearing a monocle pours the red wine from the decanter into several goblets and places them in front of several people.

Mrs. Slant saw the ghost of the goblet in front of her eyes, and she stabilized her spirits, picked up the goblet, and poured the red wine into her mouth.

The freshly made wine is at its most fruity, but the taste is astringent, with a hint of floral notes on the finish.

Even if Mrs. Slant was not a wine taster, she could understand that it was much better than the wine she made.

The gloom on her face was completely dispelled by the familiar taste, and Mrs. Lunt was confident that the wine would sell for a beautiful price, for this was the taste of the wine her husband made.

"Madam, try to relax, otherwise you won't be able to taste the real taste." Lewis reminded the other party, and he took a small sip.

There was a slight discrepancy from the first time he tasted at Mr. York's, probably because of the lack of fermentation time, but Mr. York's wines had been treasured for more than ten years.

However, it is much better than Mrs. Slent's workmanship.

The air fell silent, and after a moment, Lewis smiled and said:

"It's better to call the taster, Mr. York, and if he has a high opinion of the wine, it means that it will sell for a good price."

He didn't rush to ask Mrs. Snent for payment, the current business of Snrant Manor is not good, and it is impossible for the other party to come up with a large sum of money at one time, and it is impossible to give him too high a return.

However, if you can get a good opinion from a professional taster, the wines of Slope Estate will instantly become a hot seller, and Mrs. Lunt will not give too low a price, even if it is not for the sake of face.

"That's a really good idea." Mrs. Slanter's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head again, "But Mr. York does not make a casual comment on a wine, and Mr. Carmen has spent a great deal of money to get Mr. York." ”

"No, he'll come!" Lewis affirmed, and in the spirit of not wasting it, he drank the little wine he had left.

Mr. York's relationship with him is delicate, and if the other party wants to summon his messenger to suppress his desires, he will not refuse this reasonable request.

Lewis's tone gave Mrs. Slant great confidence, and she sent one of the attendants of the manor to drive the carriage to inform Mr. York.

It all responded half an hour later, and when the waiter returned again, the disheveled Yorkie was already outside the dining room, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry.

"Mr. Lewis, Ms. Snent, it is a privilege to have you invited." Mr. York placed his right hand on his chest and saluted.

He glanced at Lewis with a little deep meaning, he would not have come if it hadn't been for Lewis's invitation.

As a well-known taster, tasting wine is a thankless task, and his every word can offend a wealthy estate owner.

"Welcome, Mr. York." Mrs. Slant rose excitedly to greet him, and she lifted the wide hem of her skirt in response to Mr. York.

York took his seat, closed his eyes and slowly tasted the wine on the table, and suddenly opened his eyes just as the wine entered his throat.

"Mrs. Slanter, this is a very good wine, or rather, I haven't tasted such a good wine for a long time, like Mr. Lyell's." York said seriously.

The gloom on Mrs. Slanter's face dissipated completely, and she asked the waiter to begin preparing dinner, and began to talk happily with Mr. York, trying to get York to say more compliments.

For every word of praise Mr. York has ever said will appear in the Intis morning newspaper the day after tomorrow, and the advertisements for Slunt Manor will appear in front of the aristocrats and elites.

It was not until after dinner that Mrs. Slant reluctantly let Mr. York go, for how she wished he could spend the night at the manor.

In that way, she can say that the taster is intoxicated by the wines of Slunte Estate, which is more meaningful and impactful than any compliment.

"Mr. Lewis."

After leaving the restaurant, York called out to Lewis in a voice that only two people could hear, saying:

"Baron Reagan has invited me to tomorrow night's party, and if I'm not mistaken, there will be a drug you're interested in at tomorrow night's party, and maybe even a drug seller.

Baron Reagan has a vague mention of this, and if you want to go, I can ask you to disguise yourself as my friend. ”

Lewis was immediately interested, he nodded, and said quietly:

"You stay at Snant Manor tonight and act together tomorrow night, I suspect that the people who sell these drugs have ulterior motives, and you should have noticed that what they sell is more like a curse."

York stopped abruptly in front of the carriage, turned back, saluted Mrs. Snent, and said:

"Ms. Snent, I think I'm really drunk, and I'd be grateful if you would allow me to stay here for one night."

Mrs. Snund, who was thinking about how to keep the other party, smiled very brightly, and her voice unconsciously raised, and her voice said sharply:

"Welcome to Slunt Manor, Mr. York, and you will be in for a great experience."

York nodded, and Mrs. Lunt asked the maid to clean up a room for York to live in.

It was clear that York was treated a little more than Lewis, and the servants brought in the estate's treasured wines and delicacies, hoping that York would say more.

Yorke was so annoyed that when the crimson moon hung high in the night sky, he stepped out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

Suddenly, he held his head, his body trembled and he fell to his knees, gasping for air.

He knew that it was the side effects of the drug that began, and almost every night, he was tormented by desire.

Of course, if he takes that drug again and continues his depraved behavior, he will be away from suffering for a while.

But this behavior will make him more and more inseparable from that curse, and he will eventually become a monster that will get out of control.

Seeing that Lewis's room was in front of him, he strengthened his determination, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

Inside the room, Lewis is fiddling with a jelly-shaped, translucent object.

Under the black-green background, there are looming faces floating inside, like figures hidden behind dark curtains.

(End of chapter)