Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 13 Wit
Without time to think about it, Lewis had already taken action.

"Dear Ms. Triss, you are like the warm sun in the cold winter, dispelling the ice and snow in my heart." Lewis took off the silver ring on his index finger, put it on Triss's left ring finger, and kissed the back of her hand like a lecher.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm. I don't think I hate it." Triss smiled faintly. In her heart, she despised this scoundrel who was looking for true love in a brothel, but she subconsciously accepted the ring.

Playing with Lewis satisfies the witch's role-playing method. This makes Triss subconsciously not resist, but instead feels the pleasure of destroying a person. She hopes that Lewis is a family man, which will be more fun.

"I really hope we have another chance to meet. Thank the goddess for letting me meet you." Lewis went through the whole process and finally sent out the talisman that was enough to change the situation of the battle.

Pretending to be reluctant to see Triss off, Lewis returned to Cherry's room and continued acting.

"Mr. Lewis, you are becoming more and more outrageous. Can't the witch Sera satisfy you anymore?" Cherry stared at Lewis, and the sense of danger on her body became stronger and stronger.

Lewis didn't know what to say? Is this, jealous? No, it should be called jealousy. Cherry, this girl, is very good at being jealous.

"Sorry, I was subconscious. It was as if a mysterious force was controlling me just now." Lewis argued cunningly. He was not wrong. The key of light that was parasitic in his spirituality was controlling his behavior in a hidden way.

"Don't quibble. It's predictable that a man will change his mind. Triss is more attractive than me." Cherry suddenly lowered her head and complained like a nagging woman.

Lewis shook his head. Triss was beautiful, but she was a man a few days ago and she was still a man psychologically. Although Lewis was affected by the magical item, he still had some psychological trauma about this pseudo-girl.

As a veteran who had been in brothels for many years, Lewis naturally knew how to comfort Cherry, but he didn't want to be a good guy because this matter was not in his interest.

Besides, he and Cherry were just business partners and had no obligation to do anything extra.

"Ms. Cherry, how do you know Miss Triss?" Lewis couldn't wait to ask after Cherry's jealousy had subsided a little.

He thought he had figured out the source of Cherry's dangerous vibe; that was Triss Chick!

Cherry's melancholy came to an abrupt end. A look of pain flashed across her eyes for a moment, and she said coldly, "No, you don't want to know."

Lewis twitched his mouth, he really wanted to shout, I want to know, I really want to know!

As Cherry's emotions stabilized, Lewis noticed that the dangerous aura gradually weakened and eventually returned to normal.

Lewis, who was affected by the magical item, accompanied Cherry to do a long exercise, and after twelve o'clock, he left Wharton Mansion again.

With Triss, the vessel of the original witch, he no longer needs to worry about Sera, the Sequence Six witch, even though Sera's taste is indeed great and unforgettable.

“My current focus should not be on having fun, but on using various methods to enhance my strength to fight against Amon’s clone. When I become Sequence Seven, I should be able to confront Amon.” Lewis suddenly had an idea and couldn’t help thinking, “It would be best to call on the Nighthawks and report to several churches in Tingen City on the day of the fight against Amon, saying that my sister was possessed by the evil god during the ritual.”

After having a cheap lunch on the commercial street, Lewis rushed to the Goddess Church. He listened to the bishop's gentle sermon and dozed off among a group of devout believers. This was entirely due to excessive spiritual exhaustion.

In the past few days, Lewis has discovered the benefits of the Goddess Church. He can temporarily avoid the crazy sight here and temporarily receive the protection of the Goddess. At the same time, the bishop's voice of preaching is very contagious, which is suitable for sleep to restore spirituality.

"Sir, sir!"

Lewis heard the nun knocking on the table, he opened his eyes and found that the believers had left.

"I'm sorry, the bishop's voice is so contagious that I was too engrossed in listening to him." Lewis put on his hat and turned to leave.

"Will a person who is really listening intently fall asleep?" The nun complained to Lewis. The other party could come up with such a lame excuse. This person must not be a devout believer of the goddess. He might be an undercover agent from another sect.

…In the suburbs of the northern city, after a period of strength training, Lewis has gained a deeper understanding of fighting.

Speed ​​and strength are the basis of fighting, while skills make up for strength and speed.

“Lewis, I will test you today. Use all your strength to defeat me.”

Lewis paused his strength training and put down the 50-kilogram barbell with ease. The sweat on his body sparkled in the yellow sunlight.

"Then I am sorry, Mr. Gawain."

Lewis took a step back, and with just one leap he was in front of Gawain, swinging his right arm towards him.

Gao Wen was surprised at Lewis's explosive power. The distance between them was more than five meters, but Lewis approached with just one leap.

But brute force alone was not enough to panic a battle-hardened knight, and he raised his left arm to block Lewis' attack.

Lewis wanted to press on with his victory, but suddenly he saw Gawain moving away from his attack, his fist approaching his Adam's apple.

Subconsciously, Lewis took half a step back and barely avoided Gawain's "fatal" blow.

This is one of the abilities of the "machine". Sometimes, they can foresee some fragments of the future and avoid danger. This is different from divination.

"That's a very good reaction. You know, I've used this trick to end the lives of many narcissists." Gawain was quite surprised that Lewis could reach this level after only one week of training.

Lewis said nothing more, but attacked again.

While blocking, Gawain also paid attention to Lewis's movements. No matter in strength or speed, Lewis was superior to his former knight.

Even if he accidentally saw Lewis's flaw, he could not launch an effective attack on Lewis because he could not keep up with the speed.

"It seems that I am really getting old." Gao Wen couldn't help but recall the glorious days of his youth. If he were 20 years younger, he would definitely be able to fight back.

Pfft!
Gawain accidentally tripped over the barbell that Lewis casually threw and fell to the ground. He couldn't help but think of what Emperor Roselle said, "Time is unforgiving."

The wisdom of Emperor Roselle is truly astonishing.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Gawain." Seeing that the outcome was decided, Lewis stopped attacking.

"How dare you treat your fighting teacher like this." Gao Wen stretched out his hand and complained, "You idiot, why don't you help me up."

Lewis stretched out his hand to Gawain. The moment Gawain stood up, he chopped horizontally with his other hand, and finally placed it in front of Lewis's eyes, and laughed.

"You are still too young. Remember, a qualified knight will neither use weapons against the weak nor show mercy to the enemy."

Lewis nodded slightly and agreed: “Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Gao Wen.”

"Very good. Although you can't defeat me yet, your strength is enough to deal with most fighters." Gawain broke into a sweat. He was so smart. Not only did he save his face with a sneak attack, but he also taught Lewis the most important lesson.

Yes, it is wit! Emperor Roselle is really a genius, he can actually invent such an appropriate word.

(End of this chapter)