Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

St. Leiden District, Uptown, East District, it has many names, and the most appropriate name is still the Noble District.

Standing on the high hill facing the sea in the east of the city, the aristocratic area is strictly protected by the traditional old-fashioned city wall. Except for the 30-degree angle cable car laid along the avenue, from a distance, you can hardly see the modern industry. trace.

Here, the carriage is the real upper class, and the driver of the car is the lower class.

Even if the street lamps are incandescent lamps that use electricity, they are also made into traditional kerosene palace lamps. The slightly dim yellow light, through the treetops, left mottled silhouettes on the floor tiles.

The Dorothy Salon is located in a small villa on the edge of the Noble Quarter.

Compared with the manor estates of the real nobles, the garden in front of the main building of this villa is not too big, and the circular front courtyard can barely stop eight carriages, and leave a passage for the carriages to go out.

Passing through the iron gate opened by the servant, as soon as he got out of the car, Mark heard the melodious music faintly emanating from the salon. Different from the radio in this era, which still has strong electronic noise, the sound is more pure, clear and melodious.

Well, it's the sound of a gramophone.

A middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper greeted him, bowed and saluted with a smile.

"Monsieur Destiny, my lord can't wait to hear about your great adventure."

Mark 'recognized' it was an old acquaintance: this was Dorothy's housekeeper.

Mark responded with a smile: "Hope me and all the distinguished ladies have a pleasant night."

"Most definitely."

Walking up the three steps along the red carpet, the door full of glazed glass was opened by the waiter.

mark:"……"

Galian: "..."

The silent silence looked at each other for less than half a second.

"newcomer?"

"Yes, sir. My name is Galian." The dignified captain entered his role, but with that humble attitude, God knows whether there is 1% sincerity.

Mark nodded his head to say hello and walked inside.

Looking at Mark's back, Galian's eyes had an indescribable taste. Suddenly, a hand clapped over, and Galian hesitated for half a second without blinking.

"Crack!" A slap slapped his ass.

It was the butler of the Baroness Dorothy who had just hit him.

Mr. Steward was quite satisfied that Galian did not resist: "Boy, it's not that you are not handsome, but unfortunately you are more suitable for the 'Ladies Night' organized by Lady Anasti next door."

When Galian thought of the 130-kilogram lady next door with wrinkles that could hold soybeans in her face, she suddenly felt like throwing up her lunch.

This is the sadness of the times. The more peaceful the era, the less popular the sunny guy is.

The next second, the four rolls of bills were tucked into the inside of Galian's waist belt, almost falling into his pants.

"Be good at telling stories tonight." Those were the words the butler left behind.

This is like the employees of the haunted house in the amusement park. When they see a couple coming over, they naturally know what to do.

This is an extra fee.

Just this way of tipping makes Gary Abe feel ashamed.

This scene, Mark did not know.

Although the original owner has been here many times, it is actually his first time.

Between the columns on the right side of the spacious corridor are two-person-high glass windows, and the light from the street lamps in the distance penetrates into the stained glass, casting dazzling light and shadow on the other side of the wall.

On the left are large oil paintings with a size close to the fresco level. In a style similar to Impressionism, they outline the unchanged scenery of this port city for a century: either the waves crashing on the shore, or the ancestors of the St. Leiden people driving Dhows break the waves.

On a low table between the two paintings, a phonograph with a loudspeaker in the shape of a morning glory played melodious music.

The wall lamps in the corridor also have a Western-style classical atmosphere, like the shape of a blooming begonia flower. Because of the color of the glass, the incandescent lamp presents a yellowish-reddish light and shadow.

In this atmosphere, it seems that the entire corridor is covered with a layer of veil, and walking inside, there is a sense of trance passing through the time tunnel.

At the end of the corridor, the brass handle was pulled open by the waiter, revealing the true face of the salon hall.

"Mark, here you are."

In the nearly 100-square-meter hall, a blonde lady in a black dress was leaning on a chaise longue made of red flannel. She is not a peerless beauty, but her appearance is better than many class flowers.

The hair in the back of her head, and where she sits, says who she is.

"Good evening, Ms. Dorothy." With a faint charming smile on Mark's face, he took the other's hand very naturally and gave an elegant kiss.

"You were the first to arrive."

"this is necessary."

Mark sat down in the guest seat and started chatting with Dorothy.

Not long after, three young ladies from different baron families came one after another. They are Yaldai, Geardili, and Anveena.

The arrival of a group of young ladies made Mark have a dream of going back to the university campus to watch the beauty pageant of the Department of Flowers. He certainly wouldn't be as black as he was watching Miss Hong Kong, at least it was a seductive level.

Considering that there are no evil ways such as eye opening and micro-plastic surgery in this world, in fact, this needs to give them extra points.

In addition, the waist girdle is very unfriendly to the lady's body, but in this era, it is one of the biggest lady's sorcery, at least it has the ability to transform terrain in a short period of time. As long as it is not strangled or even suffocated, its existence fully proves that beauty can be obtained at a small price, and this formula is valid.

After Mark greeted the three, Dorothy's housekeeper came.

After greeting everyone, he cleared his throat: "Tonight's story meeting, according to Mr. Destiny's request, we made some... special arrangements, in order to make the ladies feel the experience. "

"Really? I'm looking forward to it more and more." Miss Yardai looked surprised, and everyone nodded.

"Please rest assured, everything is just the effect of the show. Our servants are at the edge of the hall. As long as anyone shouts, 'I can't take it anymore, please turn on the lights!', we will immediately terminate this show." The housekeeper raised his hand, The four black-clothed waiters put on a black hood in front of them, and except for the two eyes, the whole person was completely black.

Lady Dorothy laughed and raised an envelope in her hand: "This is an adventure story meeting, and it's also a dare-testing meeting. The most timid one will receive a mysterious punishment afterwards."

"Oh oh oh! It's definitely not me."

"Definitely Anveena will be out first."

"Humph! I won't!"

A group of Yingyingyanyan laughed at each other.

The housekeeper waited for them to finish playing, and continued: "In addition, there are some small props, all of which have been specially treated."

The butler took out a toy sword and scabbard apparently made of rubber and handed it to Mark, along with... Mark's dead revolver.

Mark smiled: "It's a firework bomb made of a very small amount of gunpowder."

He pulled the trigger at will, and suddenly there was a burst of fire from the muzzle, and a sound similar to that of a slamming gun.

In order to be cautious, he even opened the drum in public, showing that there was only a little gunpowder as thick as a fingernail, and there were no empty cartridges, let alone live ammunition.

Mark smiled: "Then... the story will begin."

"it is good!"

The eyes of the ladies were filled with mixed feelings of excitement, excitement, and a little bit of fear. Because of their status, they have no real freedom, and this kind of salon is already a rare entertainment project for them.

Although they came to see Mark today, it did not prevent them from taking the opportunity to vent their emotions that they had been suppressing for a long time.

Mark and the four ladies sat around the four-meter-long and two-meter-wide table in the middle of the room. In front of everyone, Dorothy's butler stood at the other corner of the table, wearing a pale white dress. Mask, humming from behind the mask.

According to the script received in the afternoon, Mr. Butler, who acted as the GM and helped to make a cameo role, said, "Gentlemen and ladies, the horror night of the abandoned castle adventure begins now."

The voice fell, and Galian, the 'waiter' on standby at the side of the hall, turned off the switch. Because even the windows were drawn with thick curtains, the whole room was suddenly dark.

Just as the ladies hummed softly, a ray of light rippled across the table.

It was the glow of a portable gas lamp.

Of course, the dim light could not illuminate this nearly 100 square meter hall. The faint and flickering light barely extended to two or three meters away, and no matter how far it was, nothing could be seen.

Even the few chaise longues four meters away, you knew they were there, and with all your eyesight, you could only see a blur.

Even though the ladies were already too familiar with the furnishings of this salon, there was a fresh excitement in their hearts at this moment.

"Oh oh oh!" Even the eldest Dorothy sighed softly.

At this moment, the atmosphere and the expectations of the four audiences were full at the same time.

This is a bit like the script kill that Mark played before Time Travel, only this time the four ladies are purely acting as spectators.

The butler carried the script on his back, and his voice was slightly excited: "Mark! Have you seen this majestic and barren castle? Wealth and mystery are waiting for us."

"But, Parker, where is Lord Earl's bedroom?" Mark then endorsed.

At this moment, the butler who played Parker seemed to be about to speak, when a rustling voice suddenly came from their right hand.

"Ah!" Geya Dili let out a soft cry, and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. In the dim light, she nodded embarrassedly and motioned to continue.

The ladies don't know the script, the two men do. This is the hard-pressed Joseph tied a large number of branches and leaves to his ass, and crawled on all fours at the edge of the hall with the sound of crawling.

Not to mention, even if the person involved knew what was going on, it still sounded quite scary.

In Mark's mind, the ghostly appearance of [Heartless Demon] could not help but rise.

He suddenly laughed at himself: There is a whole team of night watchmen in this house, afraid of a ghost!

The housekeeper also seemed to be muttering in his heart, and he kept saying, "What is that sound?"

Mark looked around: "Wait, where is my classmate Ruth Fang?"

He picked up the lantern on the table and turned the lamp around with his arm, as if he was really looking for his inexplicably missing companion.

At this time, the four ladies had already entered the state and were a little frightened.

Some of them covered their mouths with fans, while others held the hands of their companions, looking trembling.

As if to reassure the ladies, as Mark put the lantern back, the butler put a saucer in the middle of the table in everyone's sight and then placed it on a piece of white.

In the dim light, misty white smoke could be seen blowing away.

It was silent, like an indescribable mist in the dark night.

It's actually a piece of dry ice, which is solid carbon dioxide. This is something that can be made from simple substances such as baking soda and vinegar, and can also be used as a fire extinguisher.

In this atmosphere, even with kerosene lamps, a feeling of spreading darkness immediately captured the hearts of every audience member.

This time, even the most daring Dorothy, along with the other three women, secretly moved her chair and approached where Mark was.

"Wait! Who? What's that voice?" This was supposed to be a line in the script, and Mark couldn't help but bring a vibrato when he read it.

On the other side of the table, the butler suddenly jumped on the table with all fours.

The butler's neck erupted with a crisp "click" sound like fried beans. In front of a man and four women, the butler's head slowly turned 180 degrees together with the pale mask on his face...