Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 12 Key of Light
In the morning, Lewis, who couldn't wait to seek strength, temporarily changed his schedule for the day and went to St. Selena Church first.

Following the prompts in the dream, Lewis went to a hidden corner of the church, dug out a bronze key from the crack in the wall, and opened the room.

Lewis's soul cheered. He opened the package and found a gun license temporarily provided by the police department, a pistol, and twenty rounds of demon hunting bullets.

In addition, the package also contained several sleeping charms, several silver rings and some materials from the mysterious field.

"What is this?" Lewis frowned when he turned over a talisman with intricate patterns. He suddenly felt sleepy. It was a revelation from the spirit.

After closing his eyes and sleeping for a while, Lewis understood the purpose of that special spell.

This turned out to be a fraud spell given by the old man. If he really had no ability to get rid of Amon, then this fraud spell could be used to cheat the rules and allow him to be resurrected again after dying once.

Since the place after death and resurrection is not in Tingen, it doesn't matter even if it is discovered by the God of Deception.

Of course, there is a price to pay for resurrecting after death. He will lose the Sequence Eight potion and become Sequence Nine again, and will also face the risk of losing control.

"There's no chance of cheating a god of fraud, so why not just cheat the rules?" Lewis smiled and put the talisman into the innermost layer of his clothes.

It seems that in this mysterious world, the rules themselves are meant to be broken, because compared to those angels or true gods, the underlying rules seem too insignificant.

After putting everything away, Lewis arranged the ritual items and began to use mysticism to verify his ideas.

Regardless of whether the magical object that inhabits his spirit has living properties, he should be able to point to that mysterious object through rituals and thus steal or use the power of the mysterious object.

However, the ritual should be performed with caution. If something goes wrong and points to some unknown existence, his life might be in danger.

After going over the prayer mantra several times in his mind, Lewis lit the candle and prayed.

“A magical item that belongs only to Lewis Harvey;
The key to the light hidden in spirituality;
The great power to rewrite the course of destiny."

As Lewis finished chanting the spell, he felt the spirituality in his body surge up, and it was obvious that the spell successfully pointed to the magical item in his body.

The next step was to pray for his wishes. Lewis silently recited his needs, and soon, his spirit responded.

After the ceremony, Lewis used dream divination to confirm the silver ring on his hand.

“Very good! This silver ring is already a magical item. It can temporarily change a person’s fortune, turning the person wearing the ring into a lucky or unlucky person. It can also act as a medium for the Key of Light to locate the target.

However, once the ability is activated, each silver ring can only be used for five minutes, and then needs to be recharged, which is similar to the use of a spell. "

The ability was rewarded, and Lewis prayed again, creating a second ring, and then a third.

However, when Lewis made his third attempt, the Key of Light did not give him any further feedback, but instead turned into spots of light and exploded before his eyes.

"My spiritual energy is exhausted, so the prayer failed." Lewis put on his hat tiredly. The magical item hidden in his body did not show any characteristics of being alive. Every time he responded to a prayer, his spiritual energy was consumed.

After putting the pistol and bullets into the lining of his clothes, Lewis put the two silver rings on the index and middle fingers of his right hand, then stood up and left the Goddess Church.

A pistol must be kept with you at all times to be effective. Although I don't want Amon to discover my changes, I have no choice but to carry it with me.

Besides, is there any problem for a genius in fighting and shooting to borrow a gun from the Goddess Church? Even if Amon asked, he had a reason.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning when Lewis left the church. Just as he walked outside the door of St. Selina Church, he suddenly stepped on a sticky lump, his feet slipped, he stumbled forward a few steps, and his forehead was only a few centimeters away from hitting the corner of the wall. Obviously, this was a side effect of the failed ritual just now. Once the magical item parasitic in his spirituality failed to exert its power, it would bring 60 minutes of bad luck.

"Tough luck!"

Lewis stood up and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he stuffed his shoes into the night-blooming herb garden on the side of the road, used the night-blooming herb to rub off the paste on the soles of his shoes, and used the juice of the night-blooming herb to get rid of the smell.

After learning from the previous experience of stepping on a lump-like object, Lewis became much more careful when walking. After all, he didn't want to die in a funny way.

If you think about it carefully, a Sequence 8 warrior who died in a corner because of stepping on dog shit will definitely be reported in the Backlund Daily tomorrow, and then become a topic of conversation among gentlemen and ladies after dinner.

After finally finding a carriage on the side of the road, Lewis got on the carriage carefully, gave the driver six pence, and said in a deep voice, "Go to Wharton Mansion on Mink Street."

The carriage clattered along the road, and the wooden rear wheels made a regular sound as they pressed against the blue slate tiles.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently. Lewis' body sank first, then his heart sank. He had a bad premonition again.

"Sir, the wheel has collapsed. Please walk to Wharton Mansion." The driver gave Lewis three pence, and Lewis had to get off the car with the money.

"Bad luck!" As soon as he landed, the bluestone brick on the ground suddenly dented, and a sharp iron nail was faintly visible in the dent.

Lewis cursed the magical item inwardly and said it was shit. Then he chose the widest place to move forward. He was really afraid that something unexpected would happen again.

After more hardships than usual, Lewis finally arrived at Wharton House. He handed his coat and hat to the waiter and asked exhaustedly:

"Is the White Swan Sera here?"

The taste of witches was truly unforgettable, especially the witch of pleasure. The intimate contact that morning completely changed his perception of life.

Lewis was completely unable to refute what Emperor Roselle wrote in his diary. He even wanted to shout, "Emperor Roselle has good vision, the taste of the witch is indeed wonderful."

“Ms. Sera has something important to do today. Perhaps you can go to Miss Cherry’s room and wait. Ms. Sera may come after noon.” The waiter put Lewis’s clothes and hat away and reminded him.

Thinking it would be a good idea to meet Cherry, Lewis walked to the door of Cherry's room and bent his fingers, but the action of knocking on the door suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His spirit was triggered by the danger, and today, Cherry's room was many times more dangerous than usual.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
After hesitating for a second and confirming that he was unlikely to be killed by Cherry, Lewis knocked on the door three times and couldn't wait to push open the room to confirm the situation.

The room was filled with a faint scent of lavender. In addition to Cherry, there was another lady with a round face in the light from the window. Of course, the round face could not conceal the lady's charm at all. Her gentle facial features combined together could only make people feel an indescribable beauty and elegance.

“Don’t forget what I reminded you.” The lady with a round face glanced at Lewis, then put on a fine mesh hat and passed by Lewis. Her shoulder was not right, as if she was injured.

"I know, Ms. Triss." Cherry looked unhappy and replied gloomily.

"Triss?" Lewis noticed the strange name. No wonder he had a familiar feeling in his soul. It turned out to be the instigator Triss, who had now become a woman.

Finally he caught a big fish, and Lewis did not intend to let it go easily. If he could control Triss's fate to a certain extent, he would have a great chance of changing his passive fate.

(End of this chapter)