The devil roaming the American comics

The dry and hot heat of the Mediterranean summer is blocked in the shade of the lush trees in the courtyard. The breeze in the hall gently blows the wind chimes, taking away the heat and bringing sleepiness at the same time.

Coupled with the gentle and delicate hand floating up and down on it, Lareana became even more sleepy, and some of her beauty had already disappeared.

"It will really be as magical as you said"

"Yes ma'am."

"All right"

La Reana shut her mouth again, trying not to disturb Damon who was preening her appearance.

Ale took the powder box mixed with water and applied it little by little on her face.

He is very patient and will try his best to apply it evenly.

After all, this is not a camouflage paint made of expensive materials. If it is not applied evenly, it will form dark and light spots, which will be ugly.

But if this kind of paint is used to decorate the elderly, well, write it down, and you can mix and use this defective product again if necessary in the future.

With these thoughts swirling in the mind of the clone Al, there was no delay in the work on his hands. After he applied the last stroke of paint, what appeared in front of him was Larei whose skin became white and tender again, with wrinkles and coarse pores disappearing. Ana.

"Ok"

"Be patient and wait for a few minutes. At this time, I will change your appearance."

Al said, stood up and walked behind Lariana, gently let down her hair and combed it back for her.

The comb gently scratched the ends of her hair, and her neat and clean nails occasionally scratched the thin flesh of her neck. It was like bursts of electric current bringing up fleeting little bumps, which made Lariana's whole body almost go numb.

She twisted her legs, wanting to make some movement, but she was worried about the makeup that Al said, so she had to suppress the restlessness and uneasiness in her heart, waiting for the order from the person behind her.

"All right"

"All right"

"Yes, you can open your eyes, ma'am."

Al stepped back a few steps, and La Reana got a positive answer this time, and she couldn't wait to open her eyes.

"Oh my god"

"In the mirror, is this person in the mirror me?"

"This is you, ma'am."

"No, don't call me Madam, call me Nora."

La Reana subconsciously retorted. She looked at the strange woman in the mirror with delicate skin, as fair as a newborn baby, and with hairpins tied up high, but with a mature flavor.

This was her most beautiful time, when she was not yet a lady, but the most beautiful girl in Sicily, Lariana Lotalov.

However, when she reluctantly moved her eyes away from her face and lowered her eyes, seeing the out-of-shape figure that was still the same as before, all of La Reana's joy disappeared in an instant, and the gloom returned to her brows.

Holding back the discomfort and smiling, she turned around and thanked Al: "Thank you Damon, the surprise you brought is really unexpected. I like it very much."

Al nodded and said politely: "Madam, I have something else here. I think you will be even happier after using it."

"Oh" La Reana's eyes lit up and she asked eagerly: "What is it?"

"a statue"

Lariana was disappointed after taking over a wooden, crude human statue that even had some scratches on it.

At this time, Al suddenly approached her mysteriously: "Nala, don't underestimate it, I specially prepared this for you."

"kindness"

"Have you heard of witches?"

"Witch"

Nora felt a little strange why she suddenly mentioned witches.

Ale lowered his voice and explained to her: "It was during a business trip in North America that I encountered a strange thing."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"There was a local witch known as the Enchantress. All the people who saw her said in unison: They had never seen such a perfect woman. So after seeing her, everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, Everyone misses her."

"People didn't know her real name, so they gave her the title of Charming Girl, but the magic is"

Al's pretentious and mysterious words successfully aroused Lariana's curiosity. She couldn't help but hold the statue in her hand tightly. Could this be the Charming Girl?

As she listened, she turned over and looked at the statue in her hands.

The rough carvings and low-quality wood look like an imitation of a naughty boy. There is nothing magical about it at all. They seem to be seen everywhere.

At this time, when she heard Al stop talking, she not only asked: "What is the magic?"

"The people and women in that place, even if they are over fifty, still look like girls."

"What is this impossible?"

"I swear to you, Lana, I saw this with my own eyes."

"Then this statue"

Lariana thought of the statue that Damon suddenly took out, and vaguely felt the connection in the story.

"They are all worshiping her, just to gain youth."

"Worship her charming girl"

"Yes, at midnight, put the statue under the moonlight, let her drink the blood called jealousy, and then exchange her for the youth she needs."

Lariana was a little frightened: "It sounds like a cult."

"I thought so at first."

Ale did not agree with her point of view. After taking the statue back, he explained: "I asked the local women, and they said that this is not actually worshiping the enchantress, but stealing her beauty."

"Ah, how come?"

"I have also wondered, and the women said that they are actually using the power of jealousy, because they are jealous of her beauty and ageless appearance, and jealous of the men's obsession with her, so they worship her under a false name, but they are stealing. .”

"steal"

Inexplicably, La Reana thought of Marlena, a woman with a perfect figure and appearance, and a woman that all the men in Sicily would never forget.

"steal"

She said the word deeply again.

Suddenly, La Reana raised her head and looked directly into Al's eyes: "Tell me, Damon, what do you want from me? What do I have to pay to get this statue?"

The clone Al's goal was achieved, and he successfully seduced this jealous woman.

He smiled with relief and said softly and lightly: "I just want a channel, an upper-level channel that can sell these magical skin care products. You also saw the certificate. In order to get it, I paid a lot."

"Nala, you are a woman with a respectable status. There are many ladies from wealthy families in your social circle. I need you to promote this skin care product for me."

"Of course, I will also give you the stolen ritual to officially restore your figure to the gracefulness of your teenage years. Even in the end, even your appearance can no longer use these skin care products and regain your youth."

"that is it"

Lariana didn't believe it, but it was so simple that she could get the youth she dreamed of.

"Oh, right."

After she asked the question, Al suddenly remembered something and said sheepishly: "I still need you to pay me some money first. I am already penniless after I came here."