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"Okay, of course no problem."

The young man stupidly handed the book in his hand to Clayton.

Although it was good to have people who liked the same books, he was still surprised that the most mysterious-looking person in the room had borrowed "Introduction to the Occult."

"Are you a guest too?"

"Yes."

Clayton replied succinctly.

He was busy reading. Trying not to look at the other two, their strange behavior made him feel a strong appetite again.

He will actually have to deal with these weirdos in the future!

"I haven't asked for your name yet?" The young man stretched out his hand.

Clayton woke up as if from a dream and had a free hand to shake his hand.

"Clayton Bello."

Turning his attention away from the book, Clayton noticed that this young man had the same black hair as himself, as well as deep green eyes, and he spoke Dornish fluently.

This shows that the other person may be like him, and his ancestors are immigrants from the Kingdom of Mansis.

This is unusual, as Mansis is very strict with refugees, and very few civilians can successfully leave the country.

"Aurelli Blanco."

"I'm Simon." The tramp also took the opportunity to introduce himself.

After seeing the workers and nervous housewives here, his face suddenly gained a sense of confidence.

"Okay, Simon."

Creighton and O'Leary had to shake hands with him, but they each felt that there was no need to get to know him - a man with hands and feet would not be like him anyway, he was undoubtedly a lazy man.

"Does Signor Bello know what they are going to say later?"

"It's my first time here too."

This young man is still studying at university, not another well-known co-educational school, Sion University, but Sasha University, which only accepts male students.

Clayton's original academic qualifications were similar to his, but he didn't continue his studies because he joined the army.

They chatted for a while, and Simon's expression showed confusion, and he had to go and be with the other two.

O'Leary decided to give Creighton the book he was holding now and invited him to be the consultant of his folk mythology research society. He mainly relied on his channels to provide first-hand mythological story materials in the colonies, as well as some exotic stories. For religious ritual items, it would be great if there are any manuscripts of myths and incantations.

Of course, Clayton also reciprocated. In the future, members of the society would buy colonial handicrafts from him at a discounted price.

Both sides thought that the result of this exchange was very good, so much so that they seemed to be silent and loud.

Until a servant informed them that people could go to the banquet hall, everyone except Clayton and O'Leary breathed a sigh of relief.

There was more than one waiting room in the Pulitzer House. When they followed the servants to the corridor, they saw a group of people walking toward them at the end of the corridor.

It wasn't until they sat down in the hall that someone else came in from behind.

Clayton didn't want to be too rude, but several of them looked worse than Simon the Tramp. They didn't just look sloppy or inhuman - they had strange dark or light heterochromatic markings covering them. On the skin, there are also some shrunken and redundant limbs.

Any sea urchin you pick at the fish market is more handsome than them.

And these strange-looking people seem to be lacking in every aspect.

They were drooling, their eyes were crooked, and their bodies seemed to have no bones, half-melted and paralyzed, and had to be supported by servants to move.

I really don’t know what the Presbyterian Church needs them to do.

Clayton noticed that there were four long tables in the hall, and servants would guide guests to different seats according to a certain pattern.

The people at their table have changed relatively little. Most of them seem to have some minor problems, but at most they are a little neurotic.

The ugly and delirious ones were also assigned to a separate table.

There was another long table that was empty and there was no food on the plate. There was also a long table with only three seats occupied.

The three men all wore pure white half-face masks, with only their mouths exposed. One of the men is about three meters tall, while the other two are just ordinary people in size, varying in height, and one is a woman.

The three of them wore black dresses with the same pattern. They also wore hats when they sat down. They also had gloves on their hands, making sure that every inch of skin was covered. They looked at the table in front of them in trance. They are extremely taciturn, and every time they move their bodies, it feels like they are being urged by conditioned reflexes rather than personal thoughts.

But Clayton only felt a strong sense of threat from them.

He took advantage of this time to take out the green handkerchief that the maid had given him before and smell it. This was the fabric smell he had smelled on the harpy before.

Empire green.

This is an elegantly colored dye that was very popular in society a while ago.

However, recently there seem to be several cases of people fainting while wearing clothes containing this dye, which seems to be a toxic substance.

But for all the monsters here, this toxicity may not have serious consequences.

When everyone was seated and no one came in, Clayton counted the number of people. Excluding himself, there were 26 invitees present. This was a very astonishing number - an astonishing "many".

Not everyone would be discovered by the Sheriff at night, and maybe some people would deliberately hide it after discovering their abnormalities.

The fact that there are so many people here at least shows that the Presbyterian Church also has channels in the hospital.

Everyone waited in the banquet hall for about ten minutes before a man who did not look like a servant appeared from the passage next to the main seat.

It was a man with a mustache wearing a red tuxedo. The ends of his brown beard were curled, and he looked energetic.

He stood at the door and glanced around, as if mentally calculating the number of guests.

After finishing the work, he immediately raised his voice: "It seems that everyone has the intention to join, which is good. But now Mr. Pulitzer is engaged in an important work and has no time to entertain you. You may as well have a meal and wait. .”

After the mustache finished speaking, he turned his head and whispered to the person next to him who was blocked by the shadow.

Soon the servants started bringing hot food.

Sammy sausage, roast goose, suckling pig. Grilled chicken, cream of mushroom soup, tomato cheese soup

Sumptuous dishes were served on the table, accompanied by small towers of apples, grapes and other fruits, and there were also many cold dishes such as dragon cake and fadan pork mince.

The food was so rich that Clayton was indeed a little hungry. He spread the napkin on his lap and began to use the knife and fork skillfully.

In fact, in social etiquette, guests cannot eat first without the host coming.

The antique dealer bets that the mustache despises them from the bottom of his heart, because his eyes are like looking at a herd of livestock crowded into a trough.

Letting them eat first was not out of consideration, but because I felt that etiquette was not necessary for people like them.

But Clayton didn't care, he only knew that there was food in his mouth now.

Only someone who has never been hungry appreciates dining etiquette.

Almost enough food to serve 150 guests was delivered to the table, but it all disappeared into the stomachs of 27 guests.

Being able to achieve such a record even Clayton was very surprised.

He was not the best at eating, nor was the middle-aged worker who was eating with his pig's head hanging out next to him, nor was Aureli Blanco who was wearing gloves and eating three large plates of fried rice gracefully.

The ones present who ate the most were the rather ugly looking ones.

They couldn't move around freely, so the servants fed them food in a rather cruel way, as if they were fat geese serving foie gras. As long as they opened their mouths, food would flow in. This kind of approach was absolutely It's hardly a treat.

The people around him were a little disgusted at first, but in view of the unpleasant appearance of these poor people, they soon got used to it.

A monster that just became a monster treats a monster that looks more like a monster as a monster.

Seeing their performance, Clayton's appetite became more intense, and the sound of others eating also increased his desire.

Suddenly, he smelled a completely unfamiliar smell.

He stopped his knife and fork and turned to look at the main seat, which was placed a step higher. There was already a person sitting there.

It was a man with long dark green hair, which was combed into a ponytail on the back of his head. He had no beard and could not tell whether he was young or old. And instead of wearing a formal suit, he wore a khaki coat with twelve square pockets, underneath a pair of loose black trousers, with the trousers tied into light brown boots, and his legs stretched out and relaxed under the table.

After realizing that Clayton was looking at him, the man nodded to him, but his expression was serious, not as relaxed as his movements.

Not only Clayton, but the three men wearing masks were also staring at him.

Gradually, the sound of eating in the hall became quieter.

More and more people noticed the man on the main seat. Even if they still had the desire to eat, they stopped and put their eyes on the owner of this place.

When no one made any move, the man spoke: "I am deeply gratified and proud to see that you all have a strong appetite."

"I am Julius, one of the four elders of the Presbyterian Church. Now, in order to enhance the relationship between us, please appear here in your original form."