Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

'It's just...' At that moment, the butler had an idea: 'Why don't you try to use some methods to test it yourself, the thing is under your skin.'

well.

Finally, a highly feasible proposal emerged.

He went to the bedroom holding the knife.

Cut open the palm.

There is nothing inside.

Do not…

Should I say, something like wax?

what exactly is it.

Is the answer just beneath your own skin?

After all, what did I lose?

He wants to know!

really want!

He has a lot of money, endless money and the power to do whatever he wants on the island, but now he can't figure out a secret?

What on earth did he lose?!

The crazy cutting directly led to him being pinned to the ground by the butler.

The doctors gathered around.

'Mr. George! Why are you...'

"Stop talking and bandage it!"

'It's all over the floor - oh my god!'

His eyes lit up at that moment, and he grabbed the cuffs of the speaker frantically: "What is all over the floor?! What is all over the floor?! Tell me, tell me! I beg you to tell me!"

The bewildered doctor pointed at the carpet, which George saw had not changed at all: "It is soaked. Sir, you..."

'Damn! What the hell?!'

"That's it——huh?"

A huge despair.

flooded my mind.

Chapter 54 Things that cannot be captured by sight

My name is George Romey.

I am a scumbag.

God has blessed me with a sense of smell far superior to that of ordinary people, and I am a chef.

I started from the bottom and worked my way up. From the kitchen to the front of house, I opened the store when I was thirty-five. Then life went from the slow lane to the fast lane.

I have a partner and plan to open a chain.

Found investment.

Each step is a huge leap across classes.

Life should have continued like this until that day.

I...made a small mistake.

Then, things took a sharp turn for the worse.

Anyway, I made a mistake - of course, I know it was a mistake. But sometimes everyone is a little harsh on the person who made the mistake, isn't it?

How could I have ripped my wife's scalp off if she hadn't kept nagging and thrown out the divorce papers?

If I wasn't facing bankruptcy and being sued, why would I try to sell my 14-year-old daughter to a guy who could help me? Besides, he was a good choice, with money and no worries about food and drink.

Sooner or later she's going to sleep with someone anyway, right?

The child does not understand the love her parents have for her.

if…

If only everyone could be more tolerant towards me.

Having come up from the bottom, I am not afraid of falling there again.

I can climb up again.

If you could be more tolerant towards me.

Soon, I was living on the streets.

This is a good outcome, right? If I was found out about my behavior, I would definitely go to jail. So being a homeless person is the best outcome.

At least I can choose which street to wander on.

later.

That gentleman came to me.

I couldn't see his full face because he was wearing sunglasses.

He made me a deal—a weird deal.

To this day, I have no recollection of what I paid for.

But I know what I got.

——As long as I don't leave this damn island, I will have endless money and endless power.

——Or, go back to New York in disgrace with 20 million.

Twenty million? No, I'm not that stupid.

To date, I have spent no less than 70 or 80 million yuan. What good is there in leaving?

However, the only question that makes me curious, like a hair that has fallen into the ear canal and keeps rustling, keeps bothering my brain all the time.

I.

What exactly was lost?

What are they talking about?

'How do you like your steak?'

I do not know.

Isn't that a piece of wax?

'Like a deep red wine.'

what?

"That's right - you can't abuse your body like this."

Why can't I hear it? What am I missing?

Something that I cannot see, something that I cannot understand...

what exactly is it? !

'How do you like the taste today? This is today's special guest chef.'

I have no idea I have no idea.

It's OK, right? That's all I can say.

After all, what's the point of chewing a piece of tasteless wax?

It felt like something was missing from my body, or I had lost consciousness.

I have no taste for food, I have lost my sense of smell and taste…

I have heard some of the servants discussing privately whether I was crazy.

Who knows? I have everything I need now, I just want to know what I have lost.

Stupid, something they all knew but I didn't.

in the end!

What is …?

“You’re still asking.”

Pulling back his thoughts, the butler gently pushed open the door of the room.

Unsurprisingly.

His employer curled up on the carpet like a wounded wolf.

"gentlemen?"

"I'm okay…"

George Romy whispered: "Carol, what have I lost?"

"It's just a rare disease, sir." The butler knew nothing, he could only gently help his employer up - he was generous and kind, willing to get along with the lower class but never gave alms or looked down on them like those he had served.

He is a good man and does not deserve this.

"Sir, you don't have to worry about this."

You don't understand, Carol.

When you have everything, the only vagueness in your heart is your lifelong pursuit.

He must know.

George Romey grabbed the butler by the sleeve.

"That stupid New York girl questioned me."

Carol shook her head. "You shouldn't argue with young people. You have more than they see, sir."

is it?

George knows himself.

He has nothing.

"Carol, read it again."

"gentlemen…"

George pleaded, "Read it again."

Carol sighed.

Ok.

"Sir, it's——" He moved his mouth: "Did you hear it?"

No, I can't hear anything.

Write it down, you can’t see it.

Picture, blurry.

What exactly is that thing that is 'blocked'?

"It's human life, you can understand it this way." Carol didn't know how to describe it: "It's a liquid, a liquid that flows in the human body. Without it, we can't survive."

"That is... water?"

"Red water," Carol corrected. It wasn't accurate at all, but... God, forgive George, he was miserable enough, let him think so.

George took a deep breath and repeated listlessly: "Water, liquid, flowing inside the body, red." Then he raised his head.