Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 128 It’s her

In front of the stove, Amon, who was wearing a pointed round hat, expressed his dissatisfaction and started an argument over a trivial matter of drinking coffee.

"Yes, we are Amon too, we want to drink coffee too." Another Amon pinched his monocle and raised an objection. His hat was crooked, which made him stand out among the other Ammons.

The Amons started quarreling, and the sound of their quarrel sounded like crazy mumbling to Lewis, horrible and unpleasant.

Mandy, who was sitting at the table, pinched her monocle and suggested in a female voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you make some coffee and taste it together?"

As she spoke, Mandy tapped the monocle, and another table was released from the monocle and placed next to it.

A group of Amons seemed to have followed the advice and they acted in an orderly manner. Some Amons were able to generate flames and they were responsible for boiling water.

Some Amengs are good at brewing coffee, so they are responsible for the corresponding matters.

Less than ten minutes later, the Amons finished their work and steaming hot coffee began to be served.

The dim candlelight illuminated the small house that was missing a wall. Mandy held the handle with her thumb and index finger and said in a very ladylike manner:

“Lewis, if I hadn’t helped your sister in secret, she would be dead now.

A person who has lost her destiny, how is she living, don't you care?"

Lewis frowned, the feeling of pain and suffering tortured her heart. A person who has lost his destiny will definitely not be able to live too well.

Especially, in this dark, scary, crazy and chaotic world.

"If we use Mandy to talk about things, I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Lewis took a sip of coffee. Even in his sleep, he could still taste the aroma and sweetness of the coffee.

He couldn't show weakness, as that would give Amon an opportunity.

Mandy smiled calmly, adjusted her monocle, and added nonchalantly, "It can be seen that you care about her very much, otherwise you wouldn't have left Tingen and gone to Backlund to seek promotion opportunities."

"No, I seek promotion only for my own survival. I know a lot of things," Lewis emphasized coldly.

Mandy leaned back in her seat silently and asked again, "Why don't you become my Favored One? That way you can have a truly peaceful life with your sister."

“No need! I won’t take the chance on your kindness.” Lewis deliberately put on a relaxed smile. Becoming Amon’s favored one might be the first step of Amon’s plan.

If Amon's plan succeeds, he will be even more miserable than Mandy is now.

After a pause, Lewis suddenly asked, "Actually, you are looking for the first blasphemous slate in the God-forsaken Land, right?"

Mandy's expression suddenly froze. Finding the first blasphemous slate was indeed one of Amon's goals, but Amon's goal was not limited to this.

There are not many people who know Amon's purpose. In fact, there may be only one or two.

Mandy looked up at Lewis and chuckled, “It seems that your experiences during this period are more exciting than I thought. No matter what kind of existence you have made a deal with, you can’t use this to threaten me.”

“Maybe, the next time we meet, you’ll know whether I’ve threatened you or not.” Lewis smashed the coffee cup, picked up the pieces, and cut a deep scar on his arm.

Blood gushed out and the pain woke him up from his sleep.

“Ha…” In the room with a salty and humid smell, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes and gasped heavily.

The pain in my left arm still exists, and the dream seems to affect reality.

He quickly put the suitcase on the bedside farther away. He dreamed about Amon, maybe because he had come into contact with too many items related to Amon today, or maybe Amon had tampered with the earrings in the suitcase.

"I'm going to seek promotion as soon as possible. Because of Mandy, I have to deal with an Angel King." Lewis climbed out of the single bed.

When his status was not high enough, he couldn't even trade with Amon, let alone take any initiative.

At least until he becomes a demigod, he will have a chance to deal with Amon.

At this time, it was still a long time before dawn, so Lewis washed up and left the hotel.

When the first ray of golden sunlight illuminated the sea level, he was already wandering around the port city, trying to find a transcendent person.

The advancement of extraordinary people requires various extraordinary materials and ritual items. As long as you find the extraordinary people, you may be able to find their gathering.

After breakfast, Lewis walked into the "Stronghold Bar" and ordered a glass of Southwell beer.

In this era, bars are not only places to drink, but also serve as places for exchanging intelligence. Many bars have close ties with local gangs or officials.

If you want to understand a city and want to know more information, then bars are definitely the best choice for outsiders.

"I'm from out of town and want to attend some parties. I wonder how I can get these opportunities?" Lewis' accent was closer to Backlund's. Even without disguise, the locals could tell it at once.

The bartender paused for a moment, looked up at Lewis, and then continued to wipe the glass, as if he didn't hear what Lewis said.

"Friend, if you can buy me a glass of Southwell beer, I can tell you some news." A man wearing linen clothes and with a black mole on his mouth, who was a few steps away from Lewis, looked at him and interrupted enthusiastically.

"Of course, my friend." Lewis smiled faintly, "Another glass of Southwell beer."

He might not necessarily meet a supernatural being by attending a party, but as long as he attended such parties frequently, he would always attract the attention of some supernatural beings.

The man in linen clothes with a black mole on the corner of his mouth took a big sip of beer and said, "According to my observation, there is an Intis woman who plays billiards here. It is said that she is a pet kept by a local gangster. If you can get her into bed, you will definitely find many unexpected gains."

Lewis nodded thoughtfully. He saw that the bartender's face showed vigilance and anger, and even the movement of wiping the cup was unnatural.

It is obvious that this person is not talking nonsense, and the stronghold bar may be related to the gang.

After all, it is not easy to open a bar in this world. Ordinary people cannot make money from the bar. Only gangsters or people with official connections can get involved in this industry.

"Thank you for your reminder, I'll try it." Lewis took a sip of beer and noticed a beautiful woman walked in.

The woman had brown eyes and black hair, and was wearing a skirt with loose cuffs, dressed like an Intis.

Behind her, followed two sturdy men.

"It's her." At this moment, the man in linen clothes reminded.

(End of this chapter)