Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

　　 Looking at the crimson moon high in the sky, the thin-faced old gentleman Patrick of Intis was a little confused.

　　 "Where shall we go in the future...?"

　　 My own experience these days is like a very legendary drama, making him dreamlike.

　　 Just a few weeks ago, he was just a crappy magician in the circus.

　　Like so many normal people, his daily life is to perform his duties and receive a small salary from the boss of the circus.

　　Occasionally drinking and bragging with colleagues, and then continue to live day after day.

　　 On that day, as usual, he ended the day of performances and returned to his residence to rest.

　　 But something unexpected happened.

　　 A figure is slowly "outlined" in the air like the magic he often performs.

　　 "The real magic!"

　　 He knows very well that there is no special mechanism in his simple residence.

　　 Facing this magical scene, he was a little in awe.

　　 could not help but think of such a thought:

　　 "This is not the power of ordinary people!"

　　 But what happened next was beyond his imagination.

　　 This vague figure claimed to be his sister "Lucid Chatters", and then forcibly took Patrick to Trier.

　　 Actually he didn't want to go, but his poor self-esteem is worthless in front of the powerful and strange "superpowers" and sharp blades of his "sister"...

　　On the way to Trier, this man who claimed to be his "sister" said this:

　　 "Father... passed away, leaving a legacy of several hundred pounds, and he asked me to find my half-brother who had been lost since I was young..."

　　 "That's you!"

　　 When "Sister" was talking, the figure was soft and waxy, and his heart softened a bit.

　　 This also made his attitude gradually eased from the fierce resistance at the beginning.

　　 "This is definitely not because of the golden pound..." He explained in his heart.

　　 But he was still worried while on the road.

　　 This person who claims to be his "sister" actually bought all the money for something called "stock."

　　 This kind of thing called "stocks" sounds a bit unreliable, like a scammer's conspiracy...

　　 He couldn't help but care a little.

　　 And this "sister" still covers her face all day, and even her whereabouts are mysterious.

　　 There is a kind of suspicion subconsciously.

　　 As for this, "Sister" explained that she is an unofficial "superior".

　　 "In order to protect the family's property... In order to better find the missing brother, I became an extraordinary man with the help of my father's friends..."

　　 After popularizing the knowledge of the "extraordinary", he finally reluctantly accepted this "fact" under the dim dagger blade.

　　 "Are there really such people as "extraordinary"?"

　　 Patrick remained skeptical about this, and at the same time faintly had a sense of expectation for his father's "friend".

　　 All the things that have happened these days have dazzled the poor magician, a little confused about reality.

　　 He even suspected that he had been involved in a weird kidnapping case, and he was often worried about it all day long.

　　 But all this stopped abruptly just now.

　　In front of the heavy 40,000 pounds, the other things are insignificant.

　　 The value of the "stocks" bought by "sister" has risen dozens of times out of thin air!

　　 This is 40,000 pounds!

　　 Even if he exhausted the numbers he would never earn in this life or next life.

　　 He doesn’t think that a person with such a huge sum of money has the need to deceive himself...

　　 What about cheating?

　　 The daily house price of the place where I live now costs one pound!

　　 This is the money that I can earn without eating or drinking in the past week!

　　 And the "sister" said that half of the 40,000 pounds belonged to her!

　　 "The last name Chatters is pretty good..."

　　 At this moment, the down-and-out crappy magician readily accepted the name "Patrick Charts".

　　 Self-satisfied, he took a sip of the blood-red Ormere wine at the table.

　　 narrowed his eyes, the charming fragrance filled the whole mouth.

　　The pure gold decoration with the style of Intis, the curvaceous frescoes of beauty on the ceiling, the powerful marble sculptures on the corners of the room...

　　 All this is so beautiful!

　　 "Oh, I blamed you!"

　　 He felt a little sorry to think of the swearing at his father he had never met after drinking a few glasses of inferior ale the other day.

　　 Fortunately, those unbearable words were not heard by my cheap sister, otherwise I would be embarrassed...

　　 Thinking of this, he clicked a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

　　 "Oh, the steam is on..."

　　 With full expectation, he entered a sweet dreamland.

tomorrow! I want to own a real estate in Trier! The good life is about to begin!

　　……

　　 Inside the hotel in the Luxemburg district of Trier, Patrick woke up from his dream.

　　 After washing, he put a folded white handkerchief into his left breast pocket and walked out of this hotel full of Intis style.

　　 At this time, the sunlight after the rain shines on the flowers blooming in the yards on both sides of the road, making people walking on the road feel better.

Patrick got into a carriage and went straight to the "Trier Helping Domestic Servants Association" located at 6 Cannavaro Street in St. Cotteli District, preparing to hire an experienced housekeeper, and then let the other party organize a suburban The servant team needed by the manor. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 These are all planned by the "sister", and the detailed process is written on a piece of paper.

　　 In the "Trier Helping Domestic Servants Association", Celine ended the exchange with a male colleague who was very courteous to him, and lowered his head to deal with the cookie crumbs accidentally spilled on the skirt.

　　 At this moment, a somewhat floating voice rang in her ears:

　　 "Good morning, ma'am."

　　 Celine hurriedly raised her head, looked in front of the reception desk, and saw a thin old gentleman Intis.

　　 "Sir, yes, what can I do to help you? Ah yes, how do you call you?" Beilin hurriedly got up and said.

　　……

　　 Throughout the morning, Patrick was in a state of ecstasy.

　　 "It feels good to be rich!"

　　 Under the power of money, everything went so smoothly.

　　 In just a few days, on the outskirts of Trier, Patrick owned a manor of his own.

　　 Although this manor is just an ordinary manor, it is not far from Trier.

　　 This cost him twenty thousand pounds.

　　 "Sister" accounted for half, and he himself accounted for half.

　　 That means I still have 10,000 pounds now.

　　 But all this is worth it. These are all necessary conditions for him to get close to the "upper society"!

　　 Patrick Chats is full of expectations when he thinks of the "upper society" he will come into contact with.

　　 sat paralyzed on the soft and comfortable backrest sofa, watching the soft light of the gorgeous crystal lamp on the ceiling shine through the intoxicating light on the blood red Olmere wine, Patrick burst into tears.

　　 "My life has changed..."