A scene in the room made York feel eerie, and he looked at the desk with a back similar to Mr. Lewis, and said softly:

"Mr. Lewis?"

The man at the desk turned his head, and York felt a chill rush through his brain, his mind went blank, and a sentence echoed: What kind of monster is this?

The monster in front of him had no facial features, only a blank face, and on that face there was a freshly pinched eye in the middle of the forehead, distorted and evil, but it looked amorous.

"Something?" Lewis asked calmly, in order to cope with tomorrow's party, and also to make it easier to move, he decided to pinch his face with supernatural strength.

For this reason, he referred to the small plums of the original world.

Of course, it's the face of your youth, the one who shouted that you jump and I jump.

"Ahh

York screamed, rolled the whites of his eyes, and fell straight into the room, urinating and wetting the carpet.

"Rub, what do you mean, it's not easy to explain."

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

He hurriedly sat back at his desk, pinched his face as soon as he could, and was indifferent to the sight of the maid dragging York away from the room.

Ten minutes later, a face with a mixture of Chinese and Western aesthetics appeared, and even his height was a few centimeters taller by the way.

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

It's just that this hard-earned face is only temporary, and it can be changed back at any time.

Transcendent traits are only transcendental traits after all, and they are always much worse than real Facelings' abilities, and even the effect 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 trembling again and silently closed the door.

"Mr. Lewis, I saw a monster in your room just now, he has a back similar to yours, but he has no facial features on his face." York said.

Lewis turned around, and Yorke looked at the strange but unusually handsome face, stepped back to the door, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" ”

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

York frowned, he stared at Lewis for a moment, as if accepting the reality that he was just a beginner transcendent with too limited knowledge of the transcendent world.

"I'm amazed by your methods, and I'm still wondering how to introduce you, after all, you're a well-known businessman in Rune, not a friend can take you.

Now that you can change your appearance, I'll consider you tomorrow as my fan, a wine lover from Rune. ”

"It's my pleasure to call me Charlotte. Moriarty, it's okay to call Mr. Charlotte. Lewis smiled professionally, and he didn't want to reveal his true identity.

If he participates in the Baron's chaotic gathering as a real person, he may be given all kinds of notoriety, which will affect his subsequent AC promotion work.

A good reputation is also important for a businessman.

"Okay, Charlotte. Mr. Moriarty. ”

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

Lewis pulled a small brass whistle out of his pocket and puffed out his cheeks.

The sound of the whistle is like the chirping of a whale in the sea, deep and deep, and the sound is scattered in all directions.

Suddenly, a cold feeling invaded the room, and even the glow of the gas lamp turned black.

Miss Elana stepped out of the wall and took York's depraved desires.

York seemed relieved, and he and Lewis exchanged information about the medication until he went to bed.

……

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

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

Owning a house here is the wish of every Intis person, but unfortunately, the vast majority of houses are owned by the nobility, even the wealthy do not have access to them.

With gold and silver filigree inlaid into the carriage frame, Lewis looked at the old castle with more admiration in his eyes.

The castle here is not something that can be bought for tens of thousands of pounds, and if you don't have a certain status, you can't even find a chance to buy it.

"Reagan was just a baron, how could he maintain such an expensive property? Such a luxurious life? Lewis looked at York, who played with the cane in his hand and asked easily.

"Uh...... I also don't know, I heard that Baron Reagan's father was once a viscount, but later he was on the wrong side in the palace coup and lost most of his property before becoming a baron. York thought for a moment and explained.

"I didn't expect Baron Reagan's father to be a supporter of Russell the Great, but unfortunately, the regime left by Rossell the Great still can't stop the trend of the times and can't stop fate."

Lewis sighed that Baron Reagan's consumption did exceed what he had on the surface, and it can be inferred that Baron Reagan must have a rather large hidden income.

Perhaps, the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire was propagated by Baron Reagan, who made his fortune from it.

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

On the outskirts of the castle is a front yard the size of a football field, with a variety of red and white wines, as well as a variety of delicate snacks, snacks and luxury food.

An elegant violinist plays the violin, playing a melancholy sound.

In the front yard were coolly dressed girls, in their early twenties, wearing beautiful pearl necklaces or gemstone earrings.

This age is the most beautiful age for girls, both in figure and appearance.

However, Lewis noticed that their temperament did not fit in with the scene, and some of the girls still had many old scars on their hands, as if they had done needlework.

"Where did you find these girls?" Lewis asked.

"They were all women workers in the nearby textile mills, invited by Baron Reagan, and many of them had not yet tried the work of men and women.

Mr. Charlotte, if you think someone is good, you can try to invite them, and they usually won't turn them down, let alone how handsome you are now.

I bet you can invite more than two people at once. ”

Lewis's face darkened, was it too much to attack a girl who had never tried anything with men and women?

Even though these girls are just the most ordinary workers, the faces of capitalists and aristocrats still make people feel disgusting.

(End of chapter)