Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 93 Identity
Suddenly, a clip appeared in front of Lewis:
In the dream divination, the sealed item 0-08 wrote the script of Tingen City, and there is a sentence mixed in these scripts of Tingen City:

All the gifts of fate have already been secretly priced.

Lewis was shocked. At this moment, Tianzun's consciousness is still in a deep sleep, but the follow-up methods left by Tianzun are still affecting countless people.

The gift of fate may be the gift of Tianzun.

As for the price, the price that an old man needs, will never be too simple.

"I'm still only a Sequence Seven, so I must not be able to pay the price I needed in the past. Heavenly Venerable may be planning something." Since nothing can be changed, Lewis simply relaxed his mind, and he tried to manifest tables and chairs.

Boom!

Accompanied by a slight tremor, he saw the tables and chairs made of golden nanmu, with a golden luster, pulled up from the ground.

Sitting here, he manifested a silver pen and parchment, and wrote the divination statement:
"Miss Windsor's identity."

Holding the paper tightly, Lewis lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

Through the pure white in front of his eyes, Lewis saw a pitch-black space, pure black, suffocating black!
There, Miss Windsor, who was emitting a faint light, knelt on the ground, as if praying to some existence.

Suddenly, Lewis seemed to hear the sound of flesh and blood squirming. It was a completely unclear sentence, crazy and evil.

For some reason, Lewis didn't detect any malice in the voice, but instead felt a sense of comfort, as if he wanted to be intoxicated forever.

Boom!
Lewis' palm suddenly slapped on the table made of golden nanmu, he forced himself to wake up, and woke up from the dream divination.

"hiss……"

Pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came, and a large area of ​​rot appeared on his left hand, and a large piece of skin was lost, where the flesh and blood vessels wriggled together, as if he had come to life.

But this was only an external manifestation of spirituality. With the help of meditation, Lewis quickly healed the festering skin.

"The space on Sefirah Castle should have the function of isolating external forces. What is that thing, just looking at me through the dream, made me almost give up the desire to survive."

Due to insufficient preconditions, he couldn't think of the result, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Suddenly, a sense of fatigue surged up, and Lewis sank into the gray mist without any warning.

After passing through the dense babbling, he returned to reality again, raised his head and looked out the window, the round blood moon exuded crimson light.

Mr. "Gate"'s babbling had ended. He opened his pocket watch and took a look. In reality, 25 minutes had passed.

"Is my spiritual consumption too great to stay there? Or was I kicked out of Origin Castle by Klein or the sleeping Heavenly Venerate?"

Without continuing to think about it, Lewis lay on the double bed and rested silently.

When the existing strength is unable to reveal the secret, choosing to temporarily forget may not be an option.

……

Eros Centre, inside Miss Tifana's boudoir.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
There were regular knocks on the door, and Baron Bolton straightened his back and asked in a soft voice, "Miss Tiffana, are you resting?"

"Baron Bolton, I'm very sorry, I'm not feeling well, and it's been difficult for me to receive you in the past few days." Tiffana responded.

Her voice was soft, like the song of a lark.

This voice reached Mr. Bolton's ears, and Mr. Bolton couldn't help feeling a series of emotions such as pity and sympathy in his heart. At the same time, his desire for Miss Tiffana was even greater.

"Please rest well, I will come back in a few days." The sound of Baron Bolton's footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

In the room, Tiffana gently rubbed the paper in her hand, with undisguised admiration in her eyes.

Although, the handwriting on the paper is all printed.

"This is the first time Mr. Red Dragon has sent me a letter. He is asking me about the progress of my potion digestion. He is concerned about me.

God, the last time I received instructions from Mr. Red Dragon was a year ago. He just asked me to look for sacrifices with special requirements and report the situation regularly.

But in the past year, I have never found a qualified sacrifice, and I have never even been able to complete what Mr. Honglong asked.

Ah, the great Mr. Red Dragon!
I just want to kneel and tremble in front of you at this moment, and lick the dirt off the soles of your shoes, just like when we first met. "

Although Tifana never remembered the appearance of Mr. Red Dragon, it was that Mr. who rescued her from the darkness.

Not only forced her to drink the potion, but also taught her how to play, so that she could become Venus at the center of Eros.

……

The morning sun shone on his body, bringing a warm feeling. Lewis had already brewed black tea, enjoying the leisurely time quietly.

"I want to digest the 'Lucky One' potion as soon as possible to make myself stronger, which is good for me to master that magical item in my spirituality.

Perhaps, in addition to picking up money, I should also buy some lottery tickets and participate in some activities that require luck.

Even, I need to use up all my luck by chance, let bad luck appear, and prepare for the promotion of the next stage of the 'disaster priest'. "

Lewis regretted it a little. Perhaps, when Blau was here, he should have found a way to get the potion formula of "Priest of Misfortune", so that he would not have to bother to find it by himself.

"Perhaps what I need more is money. According to my current financial resources, even if I get the potion formula of the 'Disaster Priest', I still can't afford those expensive extraordinary materials."

After all, a detective's income is limited, and this income is naturally enough for ordinary people's lives, but as an extraordinary person, the money needed for each promotion is an extremely huge sum.

As the sunlight gradually shifted, the temperature in the room did not increase significantly, and Backlund in late autumn was already feeling chilly.

Seeing the staff stuffing today's newspaper into the letter box, Lewis got up and left the detective agency, and opened the letter box.

In the letterbox, apart from today's Backlund Morning News, there was also a letter.

Somebody send me a letter?I should have no acquaintances in Backlund. There is no stamp on the letter, let alone the sender's address...

Taking the letter and newspaper back to the detective agency, Lewis opened the letter and saw familiar handwriting.

"...I'm glad to tell you that the murderer of the serial murder case has been found and killed on the spot.

The police department thinks our work is worth at least half of the bounty, which should be handed out to me this week, and then I'll invite you and other friends over to share the bounty. "

"It was sent by detective Isengard Stanton. He is very well informed. The murderer of the serial murder case was officially dealt with yesterday." Lewis thought happily.

　The last chapter, I will add it tomorrow, I can't write today...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)