"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 and tried not to look at the other two people. 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 from a dream and had a free hand to shake his hand.

"Clayton Bello."

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Letting them eat first was not out of consideration, but because I felt that there was no need to follow etiquette for people like them.

It was a man with a mustache wearing a red tuxedo, with two curly brown beards at the ends, and he looked very energetic.

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

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

The people present who ate the most were the rather ugly-looking people.

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

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

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

They couldn't move 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 approach was absolutely

It's hardly a treat.

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

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

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Empire green.

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

After 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.

The changes in the people at their table were relatively small. Most of them seemed to have some minor problems, but at most they were a little neurotic.

"Okay, Simon."

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.

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

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

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

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

"It's my first time here too."

The three men all wore pure white half-face masks, with only their mouths exposed. One of the men was about three meters tall, while the other two were just ordinary people, of different heights, and one was a woman.

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

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

Sumptuous dishes were served on the table, alongside small towers of apples, grapes and other fruits, as well as many cold dishes such as fire dragon cake and fadan pork mince.

Those who were ugly and delirious 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 another long table with only three seats occupied.

"Aurelli Blanco."

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

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

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

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 he was not wearing a dress, but a khaki coat with twelve square pockets.

, underneath is a pair of loose black trousers, the trousers are tied into light brown boots, and the legs are stretched out and relaxed under the table.

The three of them wore black dresses with the same pattern. They also wore hats when they sat down, and had gloves on their hands, making sure that every inch of skin was covered. They looked at the table in front of them in a trance. They were particularly taciturn, and every time they moved their bodies, they felt

People are prompted by conditioned reflexes rather than personal feelings.

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

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

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, if there is any myth, a manuscript of the incantation would be perfect.

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

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.

Soon, the servants began to deliver hot food.

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 atrophied and redundant limbs.

Only people who have never been hungry would value dining etiquette.

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

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.

This is unusual, as Mansis is very strict about refugee management, and very few civilians can successfully leave the country.

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.

After they sat down in the hall, someone else came in from behind.

Suddenly, he smelled a completely unfamiliar smell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you pick any sea urchin in the fish market, it will be more handsome than them.

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."
Chapter completed!