Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 89 Guilt

Throughout the day, Lewis did not dare to use any supernatural powers, including going out to collect money.

Of course, he didn't dare to perform any extraordinary rituals.

Although he had confirmed that the official transcendents had left, he couldn't guarantee whether there were still eyes watching in the range he couldn't perceive.

As dusk approached, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, ready to spend some time with Miss Tiffana.

Taking a double-decker stagecoach, Lewis went to the Eros Center not far away and entered here.

Under the dim light of gas lamps, the pink carpet and curtains highlight the ambiguous atmosphere, and the dancers of low status wear exaggerated bunny girl costumes to attract guests.

"I'm looking for Miss Tifana." Lewis found the waiter and said to him.

The waiter led the way respectfully. As Miss Tiffana is one of the top dancers in the Eros Center, her guests naturally need to be taken care of.

In the Center of Eros, dancers at the level of Miss Tiffana have a special title——Venus.

It seems that in the ancient myth of Intis, Venus is still the goddess of love and beauty.

"Just like the dancers in the Wharton Mansion, high-status dancers can no longer be treated as pure dancers. They are the stars of a certain city."

Lewis quietly complained about these dancers in his heart. One more title could increase his net worth by tens or hundreds of times, and he even had the right not to receive guests.

Following the waiter to Miss Tifana's room, Lewis saw a man who had just pushed away from Miss Tifana's boudoir, led by another waiter.

"It's so embarrassing. As a ladybug, I met another ladybug. This can be said to be very unlucky." Lewis used "machine characteristics" to suppress the slight changes in his expression, and he showed embarrassment to the gentleman without being rude smile.

"Are you also here to see Miss Tifana?" The gentleman asked with imperceptible sullenness on his face.

"Miss Tiffana's beauty is well-known far and wide, and I don't think it's anything surprising." Lewis spread his hands, and he felt even more embarrassed when the other party asked.

"Mr. Lewis, Baron Bolton, I'm sorry, I can only entertain one more guest." Entering the boudoir, the well-dressed Miss Tifana first showed a surprised expression, and then frowned elegantly and charmingly, looking rather embarrassed .

"It's not Miss Tiffana's fault. I think I can play a game of Russell chess with this gentleman to decide who will spend the night with Miss Tiffana." Baron Bolton is like a warm and caring gentleman , He hung his top hat on the coat rack and looked confidently at Lewis.

Lewis' desire to fight was also provoked, along with that desire and a sense of vanity.

Sensing something was wrong, he took the opportunity to activate his spirit vision. Under the spirit vision, Miss Tifana's astral body showed an unusual color.

"Miss Tiffana is an extraordinary person. My spirit vision can easily see through the astral body, which means that she is lower than my sequence. She can affect the mood of men with a few words. It should be 'instigator' or' trickster'.

However, the 'instigator' or the 'fraudulent' are only transcendents of a lower level than me, and there is no reason why they can easily affect me who used to be a 'machine'. This shows that Miss Tiffana should hold a higher level of transcendental items .

Besides, my meeting with the baron should not be a coincidence, it may have been arranged by Miss Tifana, who may be playing some part. "

Without thinking too much, Lewis nodded and agreed, Russell chess is exactly what he is good at.

He has no reason to let the baron, not to mention, Miss Tiffana's secret is really a little curious.

After the waiter had set up the Russell chessboard, Lewis and Baron Bolton sat down facing each other.

"You can go first." Baron Bolton took off his thin gloves and said politely to Lewis.

Lewis nodded. This Baron Bolton seemed to be a master, and he actually had the confidence to give way.

But as a Transcendent of the Destiny Path, as long as he goes all out, there is no reason to lose.

After all, the "machine" potion endowed them with calculation ability and calm thinking ability far beyond ordinary people.

Picking up the pieces, Lewis took the first step.

Seeing the mediocre start, Baron Bolton showed a confident smile. He had reason to believe that Lewis was just a Russell chess fan.

However, after only 23 rounds, Baron Bolton was cornered, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his hand holding the chess piece was shaking slightly.

In Russell Chess master duels, it usually takes thirty to fifty rounds to decide the winner, but today seems a little unusual.

"I lost." Baron Bolton tried his best to restrain his anger. He smiled, maintaining his gentlemanly and elegant image.

Putting on his top hat, he silently exited the room and closed the door.

Miss Tiffana watched Baron Bolton leave in astonishment. She held Lewis' palm, her azure eyes were full of admiration, and exclaimed:

"Mr. Lewis, you have brought me another surprise. I really want to know more of your secrets."

"In addition to billiards and Russell chess, I am also good at most board games, many games are even at the expert level." Lewis suddenly appeared vanity, his voice raised a little, like a male peacock showing off.

"Mr. Lewis, you are the most amazing gentleman I have ever met." Miss Tifana praised in her breathtaking tone.

The time at night is always reminiscent. As a person suffering from the side effects of magical items, Lewis persisted for two or three hours before taking a rest.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on his face through the cracks in the pink curtains, Lewis slowly opened his eyes.

"I should control my desires, otherwise, as Blau said, the degeneration will bring trouble to my subsequent promotion." Lewis sighed, and he felt a sense of guilt after indulgence for a short time.

Looking at Miss Tifana, who was sleeping sweetly, Lewis left behind thirty pounds. Suddenly, the corner of his eye glanced at the corner of the wall, which gave him a sense of familiarity.

Without looking into the source of the familiarity, Lewis put on his trousers and top hat, and left the Eros Center in a happy mood.

It would be great if Serra was here. Whenever he had to pay a high fee of 30 pounds, he could always think of the beautiful and sexy Ms. Serra. The process of whoring for nothing is always more pleasant than the process of spending money.

(End of this chapter)