Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 33 About 31 pounds

Lewis ignored the half-mad Transcendent. He looked around in the underground trading market, looking for the stall that really sold Transcendent materials.

Following the excellent inspiration, Lewis found a unique shop, and he had reason to believe that this shop did have extraordinary materials.

Of course, there must not be many kinds of supernatural materials sold here, only those that are officially defaulted.

The boss is an old gentleman wearing a half-height silk top hat, black tuxedo, and a black cape, which will make him look very mystical.

"I want some extraordinary items, real extraordinary items." Lewis stepped forward and reminded.

"Extraordinary items? Then you have found the right person. I have real extraordinary items here, such as this charm to avoid disasters. This is blessed by the goddess..." The shop owner took out a sterling silver charm, recommended.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times, and did not show anything special when he saw the sterling silver charm.He twitched the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help feeling that the boss was brave enough to lie to him, a real transcendent.

If it wasn't for Mr. Swain's face, he really wanted to give the boss a silver ring, shout the word "fate", and then sit aside and wait for the punishment of fate.

"Maybe I didn't ask clearly enough, but I hope you don't deceive me with useless things." Lewis reviewed himself and asked again in a deep voice: "Do you have a formula here? The formula to become a superhuman."

Hearing the word "recipe", the shop owner's face darkened, and he tapped his chest five times with trembling fingers. It was obvious that he was a fake goddess believer.

"Goddess, how can I have those contraband here?" The store owner looked directly at Lewis and said firmly.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't ask this question." Lewis sighed. He always felt that the store owner should have something genuine, otherwise he wouldn't have such a big reaction.

"Let's take a look around for now. It will be a while before I digest the 'machine' potion, so I still have enough time to prepare."

"By the way, the Tarot Club will start in a few days. At that time, I have a follower..."

Lewis couldn't help curling his lips. Although there are very few real extraordinary materials in the black market, there are indeed a lot of ritual items and general items. Lewis bought some for a symbolic use in the ceremony.

Suddenly, Lewis felt a gaze watching him, and he looked back to the right.

"Mr. Lewis, aren't you going to the Wharton Mansion tonight? Last night, I really wanted to see you." Sera wore a top hat with a wide brim and a brightly colored feather on it. Looking at Lewis, there was ambiguity and provocation in his eyes.

"No, I'm not feeling well recently. The doctor advised me to drink more milk and do less strenuous exercise." Lewis tactfully refused. When the identity was not exposed, everyone could be the relationship between the guest and the dancer. After the identity was revealed, he really I'm really afraid that Sera will rise one day, and activate the assassin's ability when he is excited.

The Triss he defeated that day was an important follower of the Witch Church, and he almost killed Triss, if Sera hadn't appeared in time.

This tone, let alone a witch who is good at cursing and revenge, even the official organization can't swallow it.

"But I think Mr. Lewis is very healthy." Sera came to the booth and discussed the price of the item with the owner of the elf flower. Her tone was charming, and the boss quickly offered a [-]% discount.

Lewis took the opportunity to leave. He didn't understand what Ms. Serra wanted to do. It seemed that the other party didn't care much about Triss' life or death.

Returning to the Dragon Bar along the same road, Lewis saw the two burly men playing billiards again. One of the burly men seemed surprised to see Lewis come out, and subconsciously took half a step back.

Another burly man who was closer to the "seed player" patted his companion on the shoulder, that companion was extremely reluctant, walked up to Lewis, and asked, "Sir, do you want... a game of billiards? "

Lewis raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked, "The one with a bet?"

"Oh... When... Of course!" The burly man who spoke was unwilling to gamble with Lewis, but thought of Mr. Swain's entrustment, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

"You tee off first." Lewis took off his top hat and coat, and challenged the two of them.

The burly man in charge of playing with Lewis had a bitter face. He made a perfect start and scored five goals in a row, but he didn't manage to score all of them...

Lewis took all one shot again. Although I don't know why these two lifeless idiots gave him money, this is a good opportunity.

Half an hour later, Mr. Swain came back from going out, and the burly man who was playing with Lewis squeezed out an ugly smile. He watched Lewis score the last goal, and hurriedly said: "I won't play today, this is thirty pounds."

Lewis shrugged, he was in a good mood, and left the Dragon Bar after accepting the money.

The burly man who played with Lewis came to Swain and said, "Mr. Swain, we held up Lewis as you said. Now that you are back, we will reimburse you for the lost money!"

Swain is in a good mood. He just had a fortune-telling with Old Neil of the Nighthawks. What Lewis wrote down was a real potion formula. I was freed from my half-mad state.

Before leaving the bar, he asked the gatekeeper of the underground market to keep an eye on Lewis, so that if Lewis's formula was fake, he could find him immediately.

"How much did you lose?" Swain asked as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"Probably... a total of 31 pounds." The burly man emphasized, including the initial bet of one pound.

"31 pounds?" Swain smashed the glass in his hand and roared angrily, "It's only been an hour since I left, and your IQ is not as good as that of curly-haired baboons?"

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In the morning, Lewis rushed to Hoy University where Mr. Ards is located at the appointed time. Today is the time to help Mr. Ards recover his memory.

As agreed in advance, he will go to explore the small town of Durham with Mr. Azik.

Well, I will also bring Klein who is doing "archaeological research".

Paying twopence for a stagecoach, Lewis drove to Hoy College.

Walking into the empty Hoy University, Lewis found the office of the Department of History with ease, and met the teacher Azik who was arguing with Senior Associate Professor Cohen.

"Teacher Azik, Senior Associate Professor Cohen." Lewis took off his top hat and saluted.

"You are such a polite young man." Senior Associate Professor Cohen nodded to Lewis, and he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

(End of this chapter)