Chapter 159 This High-End Game

Dane Herlis invited Meka Anders into his guest room, put out a few bottles of expensive vintage red wine, and toasted with Meka. Soon, the two became as familiar as real friends.

"Hey, buddy." Dane raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me, how did you hook up with Lady Tewasha? It's not an easy thing. You know, she is known as one of the ten most charming witches in the Greek magic world."

What hook up or not, would I tell you that I just met her for the first time...Meka smiled and replied: "I took a fancy to an item in her hand and wanted to trade it but she refused, but I also received this invitation."

"No, it's that simple?" Dane touched his chin when he heard this and asked in confusion,

"Did I misunderstand? It's impossible. I was having a great conversation with Lady Tewasha at a Greek wizard banquet. We almost went to bed, and then I got this invitation."

"Before that banquet, I did a few months of homework and even left several old lovers around me, just to understand her preferences clearly and meet her at various banquets... Is this my wishful thinking?"

Several old lovers? You are playing so fancy, but Countess Tewasha may be a higher level than you...Meka complained silently and replied:

"Did she tell you about the tea party before she gave you the invitation?"

"No." Dane shook his head, "At that time, I thought it was an excuse to cover up, and I was thinking about living a shameless life with her."

Meka was speechless, and after a while, he asked:

"So you are like me, you know nothing about the content of this tea party?"

Dane nodded as a matter of course: "Yeah, it's just a tea party, what's there to pay attention to, but if there are too many people..."

He glanced at Meka and said embarrassedly: "There are people around, I can't I don't dare to be shameless with Mrs. Tewasha..."

Oh, I'm shy now...Meka had a blank expression on his face. He picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and asked again:

"Besides the two of us, is it possible that more people have received this invitation?"

Dane also clinked glasses with Meka and thought:

"It's not impossible... As far as I know, Mrs. Tewasha hasn't held a similar tea party for a long time since her husband passed away three months ago.

If there are really many people invited to this tea party, I think the tea party is likely related to her husband. Otherwise, why would a witch tea party invite male wizards?"

"Related to her husband?" Meka was a little surprised.

What does this have to do with her dead husband?

"Yeah." Dane nodded.

"The murderer of Count Tewasha's death has not been caught. Half a month ago, Mrs. Tewasha accepted an interview with the Wizard Daily and claimed that she would avenge her husband in her own way."

This made Meka even more confused: "A nobleman died, but the murderer was not found?"

"What's so strange about this?" Dane threw a few Bibi Multi-Flavored Beans into his mouth, looking accustomed to it:

"There are many grudges among Greek nobles, not to mention that Count Tewasha is very flamboyant, and he provokes more people.

Someone is suppressing him, and the people below are good at keeping face on the surface. Who will help him secretly?"

"So that's the case..." Meka narrowed his eyes.

In other words, Countess Tewasha held this tea party, maybe to ask them to help find the murderer of her husband, or simply to ask them to help avenge her husband?

It's a cliché story...

"Alas!" Dane sighed when he got to this point, "I hate fighting and killing the most. Isn't it nice to sleep in bed?"

"Oh?" Meka glanced at him, "Then you're not going?"

"Go! Why not?" Dane responded immediately, waving his hand:

"No matter what, this is also a rare opportunity to get close to her... Oh, you may not know, Mrs. Tewasha is very fragrant..."

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The next day, Meka and Dane set off for Wiltshire, arriving at the address written on the invitation letter one day in advance - a manor with inhumane wealth.

Meka looked up, wow, this is a manor? There is no end in sight, even the back garden looks like a grassland.

There are also graceful maids wearing slit robes everywhere, which makes Dane say that the trip is worthwhile...

With the help of several servants, the two moved into two guest rooms next to each other in the manor.

Before the maid left, Dane looked at her beautiful face, smacked his lips, and asked:

"Where is Madam Twasha?"

The maid then replied respectfully: "Madam is resting. You two will see her at the tea party tomorrow night."

After thinking for a while, she added, "There will be more guests by then."

It seems that there will be a lot of people by then. I hope the basilisk egg can be obtained smoothly...

All the servants left. Meka looked at Dane. This guy was staring at his back, and his eyes seemed to be glued to it.

A pure playboy, a devil in S...Meka gave him an evaluation in his heart.

At the same time, he was glad that the time traveler had been baptized by the Internet and had seen countless beautiful young ladies, so he had a strong determination.

The two chatted for a while at the door, and Meka went into the house to rest.

It was quite bumpy along the way. Dane might be here for adventure travel, so he asked Meka not to take a taxi and take his flying broom.

As a result, he was staggering all the way, jumping up and down, and almost vomited.

Dane couldn't stay idle when he came here, saying that he wanted to enjoy the scenery of the manor. Meka thought that this guy was probably going to pick up the young lady.

At dinner time, Meka woke up from the bed in the guest room. Just as he heard the rumbling of hunger, there was a knock on the door:

"Guest, Madam invites you to have dinner together."

Meka looked up at the clock next to him. It was seven o'clock. Three meals were on time? The stomach should be in good condition, right?

He replied: "Okay, wait a moment."

He put on a dark robe, tidied his clothes, and then walked out the door.

A maid led him to leave. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Dane's room next to him. There was a snoring sound coming from inside.

Not awake yet?

"Where's he?" Meka asked, "Don't ask him to come?"

The maid replied: "Someone will deliver the meal later."

What does it mean? Meka felt that this was a bit strange.

Are only me and Countess Twasha dining together?

Or was Dane isolated first because of his undisciplined lifestyle?

"Guest, please follow me." The maid urged him when she saw that he was motionless.

Meka touched his chin and followed him thoughtfully.

Should I ask how to exchange the basilisk egg later?

But if I ask this question too often, will it make the other party raise the price?

The two of them walked through several corridors one after the other, which made Meka sigh that it was indeed inhumane. This can no longer be called a manor, but a palace.

Ten minutes later, we finally arrived at our destination, a white jade restaurant. Looking in from the gate, everything was dazzlingly white. There were only two seats on a long table full of delicious food, one of which was already occupied.

Countess Twasha was wearing a purple evening dress, with a rosy face. She seemed to have heard his voice and looked from inside.

The white neck is as dazzling as ivory, and the eyes seem to hide a pool, watery.

Even the long hair draped over the shoulders is a little wet, as if she just took a bath.

This is bad, this high-end game... Meka and Mrs. Twasha looked at each other.

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