Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 29 The Witness of Fate

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Lewis is still a high-level transcendent. Judging from your performance, you must be the lucky one who passed by fate, and you have even digested the potion." Sera smiled lightly, and she easily fiddled with the silk thread in her hand Every time he fiddled with it, an expression of intertwined joy and pain appeared on Lewis' face.

"If I were in the big velvet bed in the Wharton mansion at this moment, I would be very happy to see you, Ms. Serra." Lewis stuffed the pistol into the gun pocket, and he was in a panic, not only because the pistol was out of bullets. , especially because he is now facing a Sequence Six Transcendent.

Not to mention facing Sequence Six, even facing Triss of Sequence Seven, Lewis also consumed a full two lucky charms, and these two lucky charms had the best effect, which enabled him to In a short period of time do not fall into the wind.

But if Ventris lost the charm he gave, or he didn't use the lucky charm, the winner just now would definitely not be him.

"Me too, Mr. Lewis, I am impressed by your strength." Sera chuckled lightly, and said in a deep voice, "But, I can't let you kill Triss, she is very important."

Lewis spread her hands. Of course she knew that Triss was very important. After all, this lady was the vessel for the arrival of the original witch, Cheek.

He was terrified deep in his heart, but Lewis used the characteristics of the machine to show his calmness and seriousness, and hoped that this would deter Serra, otherwise he would really use the deception spell today.

"I'm just here to stop the ceremony. You know, as a member of the Nighthawks team, I'm obliged to stop some extraordinary events. However, my captain and the others are already waiting nearby. I believe Triss will be caught soon. Stay." Lewis counted the time closely, hoping he'd be lucky enough to trick Sierra with a crappy lie.

"I think it's reasonable." Sera didn't get entangled, she retracted the silk thread and disappeared completely into nothingness.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief, that lame lie had tricked Serra, thankfully it had fooled Serra, otherwise he would have been in danger.

Using divination to confirm Serra's departure, Lewis went into the small blue building on the second floor where Triss lived.

Walking into the first floor, it is so cold that people will be blown by the freezing wind that never stops, and invisible and transparent figures wander in every place blankly and numbly.However, as Lewis opened the door, the cold wind blew in all directions, and those figures also scattered in all directions with the wind.

Lewis knew that those invisible figures should be the lifespans collected by Triss. Now that the evil ritual was broken, those figures should also dissipate.

He quietly waited for those figures to leave the altar, and let out a silent sigh.

"If someone can discover Triss's plan in advance, then those people don't have to die? However, now it is meaningless to feel that these are meaningless. I can only choose to be an indifferent witness of fate, just with a numb machine Same."

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and those who are not dead and are being deprived of the rest of their lives should get better quickly.

As Lewis made his conclusion, he felt his spirituality cheer again, and the machine potion was further digested, and now nearly three-quarters of it had been digested.

"In three weeks at most, I will be able to completely digest the machine potion and be eligible to advance to Sequence Seven." Lewis couldn't help being satisfied with his digestion progress, and it was time for him to look for the potion formula about the 'lucky one'.

"Waiting for the next Tarot meeting to be held, just say that I have a family member who wants to meet a big shot from the Life School..."

Lewis smiled. It feels good to have dependents. You can brag about your personality and use your status as a dependent to freely do unknown things.

He looked around in the room, and there were no valuable items left here, only some ritual items that Triss hadn't had time to take away.

Lewis put the ceremonial supplies into the carry-on bag, and even rolled up the curtains and sheets. After all, such looting does not happen often.

After all the calculations, Lewis got items worth less than ten pounds, which was not a satisfactory receipt.He spilled a few tarot cards, and Mr. Fool, who was responsible, also found them.

……

Down the street from Iron Cross Street, a lady with black scars at the corners of her eyes was lying on the bed. Last night, when she returned to her room, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lungs.

Thinking of the advice of the gentleman who gave her ten soli, she began to regret, if she went to the poorhouse to treat her lungs, wouldn't it hurt so much?
After struggling for nearly a day, the physical symptoms of the lady with black scars on the corners of her eyes became more and more serious. Her vision began to blur, and everything in the room appeared double.

In the end, she set her sights on her husband with a broken leg, on the ragged, emaciated child whose ribs could be seen clearly, and on the pile of unwashed clothes that would be returned tomorrow.

She seems to have seen the end of the family. After she dies, her husband and children will be kicked out of the house because they have no money to pay the rent, and finally starve to death on the street.

The lady used her last strength to call the girl to come to her. She stretched out her hand to caress the yellow face of the other person due to malnutrition, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said "I'm sorry" over and over again with tears in her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt lighter, her lung symptoms eased a lot, and her strength returned.

"Praise the goddess!" The lady felt that this must be the blessing of the goddess of the night, and she quickly tapped her chest four times to outline the crimson moon.

……

Night has come, and the rushing Tusok River turns into darkness, as if it wants to swallow the surrounding buildings.

Klein had already divined that the evil ritual was related to a blue building by the river. It had an empty garden, just like in a ghost story.

While thinking about going to explore the castle with Mr. Azik the day after tomorrow, Klein was looking for the room in the dream. He really wanted to know what Mr. Azik would look like after he recovered his memory, so he made up a lie so that he could peers.

"It's here!" When he saw the blue two-story building, Klein's inspiration immediately realized that this was the place in his dream.

"Klein, go back and call the captain here." Near the target point, Leonard said.

He knew that at this time Klein was just a rookie who had just started fighting, and the opponent in the blue building would be a very vicious opponent with extraordinary abilities.

"Wait, let me do a divination for you." Klein flipped up the coin and recited the divination statement silently. When the coin finally fell, the king's head turned up.

After confirming that the operation would go smoothly, Klein got into the carriage with peace of mind and rushed to the Blackthorn Security Company.

The poet Leonard and the body collector Frye carefully surrounded the house. Leonard noticed bloodstains on the outside of the garden, which meant that there had been a battle here before they arrived.

"Leonard, what's going on here? I don't feel any evil aura." Approaching the small blue building on the second floor, the body collector Frye whispered.

"Anyway, we still have to wait for the captain to arrive." Leonard didn't relax his vigilance, he had already noticed the abnormalities around the house.

(End of this chapter)