Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 94 Viscount Grallint
Klein looked at this colorful world. It seemed as if countless colors were flowing, merging and separating.

"But I still need to remind you," Eve's slightly ethereal voice echoed in Klein's ears, "Melissa's fate indicates that she will become a 'universalist' in the future."

"Perhaps if you hadn't had such thoughts, you wouldn't have had this fate." Klein glanced down at Eve and said speechlessly.

"Ha." The rich colors rippled like water, transforming into a regular and normal appearance. Eve brought Klein into reality and said softly, "Destiny isn't so easily changed."

He turned sideways to look at Klein, patted his shoulder, and said, "I'll wait for you in the tavern."

Klein nodded and left alone, his black windbreaker blending into the night.

Klein never wore his expensive formal attire when hunting pirates. Not only was it inconvenient and conspicuous, but he would also feel extremely distressed if it got damaged.

The first time he wore that cheap formal suit, it was disguised as a sailor suit by Eve's illusion. After receiving the bounty, Klein bought himself a black windbreaker that was convenient for movement.

Eve walked into the tavern from last night. The girl didn't come today. Maybe she had left, or maybe she was scared, but He didn't care.

As usual, he ordered a drink and waited in the tavern for Klein to finish hunting. About half an hour later, Eve left the tavern and returned home with Klein.

"Do you want to choose for yourself this time?"

Eve placed the red potions on the floor. There were about ten bottles of potion, occupying only a small area of the floor.

Klein nodded, staring intently at the potion on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he placed his right hand on the potion closest to him, picked it up, examined it carefully, and put it down again. He picked up a bottle of potion next to it, turned the bottle around twice with both hands, examined it carefully, opened the cork, and sniffed the bottle mouth.

No taste, just like water.

It seems that it is impossible to distinguish them based on appearance and smell alone. Klein thought to himself and placed the potion in his hand on the desk.

"This is my choice." Klein said in the same mysterious tone he used at the Fortune Teller's Club.

Eve crossed her arms and looked at Klein with interest.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Why don't you drink yet?"

"For external application, please step aside." Klein placed his right hand at his side and gestured "please."

Eve was silent for two seconds, then slowly raised her right hand and raised her middle finger.

"It's a pity that you are not a provocateur, otherwise the potion would be half digested." Eve put down her hand, walked to the dressing mirror and said, then stepped into the mirror.

After Eve left, Klein took off his windbreaker and shirt, placed them on the bed, picked up the potion on the table and poured it on the wound.

The cool medicine immediately dispelled the pain of the wound and brought a sense of refreshment.

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Sunlight filtered through Backlund's morning mist and streamed into the bedroom.

The beautiful girl on the bed trembled her eyelashes twice, and opened her eyes with a hazy look in them.

Sherman closed her eyes again, raised her arms and pressed them against her eyes to block out the glaring sunlight.

Two minutes later, the girl turned over and lay in the arms of her fiancé. She raised her hand and touched Jessica Edwin's beard, moving carefully for fear of waking him up.

Sherman liked to touch Jessica's beard. The short beard scratched his palm, which was a little prickly but not painful.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jessica turned over and hugged Sherman, closing her eyes and speaking in a muffled voice.

A blush immediately appeared on the girl's fair face. After the engagement, Jessica always called her "baby" and "sweetheart".

"Good morning, Jessica, did I wake you up?" Sherman leaned into the man's arms and said tenderly.

"Not really," Jessica paused for a second before saying, "If I say 'yes', can I get compensation?"

Sherman blushed upon hearing that. She glared at Jessica, sat up, pulled out the pillow from behind and threw it at her fiancé, saying coquettishly, "You're really not a typical Loen gentleman. Perhaps Intis would be more suitable for you." "No, you did live in Intis, and you've told countless women what you learned from those Intis men." Sherman raised the pillow angrily and gently hit Jessica in the face. Then she threw the pillow away in frustration and climbed off the bed.

"Hurry up and get up," Sherman urged, "We still have to go to the party, we have to get ready in advance."

Nobles and wealthy people always like to hold banquets, which can show off their wealth and status and expand their network.

Sherman entered the banquet venue holding her fiancé's arm.

As soon as the girl appeared, she attracted everyone's attention. Her beautiful and charming appearance made people fall for her.

Sherman had long been accustomed to this situation. After becoming a "witch", her appearance and charm were greatly improved, and after becoming a "pleasure witch", they were further improved.

Her appearance is not the best, but because of her "witch" characteristics, Sherman always attracts other people's attention.

Many gazes stayed on Sherman for a while and then gradually dispersed, but Sherman could still feel that a few eyes were always staring at her, and some eyes sometimes looked at her and sometimes looked away.

The girl took her fiancé's arm and walked into the banquet venue. Under Jessica's guidance, Sherman greeted the gentlemen and ladies one by one.

"Sherman, Jessica," the beautiful brown-haired woman said hello to the two of them, holding a glass of red wine. "It's nice to see you here. I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Nice to meet you," Jessica said, raising her glass in return. "Ms. Fors, I'm so happy for you. Your Stormwind Manor has achieved excellent results. It's fantastic."

"Thank you." Fors said with a smile, but glanced at Sherman.

Jessica smiled knowingly, "It seems like you need some time and space alone."

He kissed Sherman's forehead gently and said, "I'll wait for you at the dining table."

Sherman nodded and watched Jessica leave.

After Jessica left, Sherman immediately took two steps forward and asked, "Is Viscount Greylint here?"

Fors nodded, her expression somewhat serious. She took a deep breath and soothed him, "He arrived at the party long ago and is resting alone now. Don't worry, we will definitely be able to rescue Xio."

After saying this, Fors drew a triangle on her chest and prayed silently in her heart.

In fact, Sherman was very confident about rescuing Xio, but she didn't say anything. She just nodded silently, took two steps forward, and took Fors's arm.

Hugh is Sherman's best friend and the only one who didn't laugh at her when she was a man, so after she finally became a woman, Sherman, who didn't even tell her family, told the truth to Hugh.

Fors led Sherman to where Viscount Greylint was.

"Hello, Mr. Viscount," Fors saluted Viscount Greylint while holding a red wine glass. The corners of her mouth curled up, and her tone was a little lazy. She leaned forward slightly and whispered, "I heard that you are very interested in the occult."

Grellint looked at the two ladies in front of him. After his gaze lingered on them for a moment, he naturally withdrew it and nodded slightly. "Yes, may I ask who you are, ladies?"

"Fors Wall, a writer," Fors paused for a few seconds, then chuckled and said, "He's also a true Beyonder."

Grellint was stunned for a moment. He put down his wine glass and looked at the two of them. "Really?"

"It seems we need to prove it," Sherman said with her hand covering her mouth and laughing. She stretched out her hand in front of Viscount Greylint, and with a "clang", an illusory black flame burned in Sherman's hand.

Grellint stood up immediately, his eyes fixed on the black flame in Sherman's hand, "This is definitely not a trick!"

Seeing that Viscount Greylint believed him, Fors and Sherman exchanged a glance. Fors immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Greylint, we need to speak with you."

"What do you need?" Grellant asked hesitantly. He knew that it was not difficult for Beyonders to obtain money. Perhaps they wanted a certain Beyonder material in the treasure house. "Do you need any material?"

"No, it's not." Sherman shook his head. "We would like to ask for your help. In return, we will take you into the extraordinary world."

"I need to think about it for a while." Viscount Greylint said.

Is it dangerous if something even Beyonders can't do?
"I look forward to your reply, but please be quick," Fors said. "This isn't a dangerous matter, at least not for you."

(End of this chapter)