Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 133 Publicity Lucky
The "sailor's" commission attracted the attention of the party members. Just submitting a message about the "lucky person" would be rewarded with 10 pounds. Such a commission was very rare and the price was very high.

The sailor did not explain much. He looked at his pocket watch again and asked:

"Is there anyone else who needs to trade? If not, today's party ends here. The Black Pearl will return to the port at 4 a.m., and everyone can leave on their own."

Suddenly, a man hiding in the shadows spoke. This man had brown eyes and his face was completely covered by a cloak.

"I want to investigate one thing. What happened to Wells Mond in this port two years ago?" As he spoke, the man threw out a photo, which was exposed under the light of the lantern.

The photo shows a man with black hair and brown eyes. He has a small mustache and looks very handsome.

"Sir, if you want to investigate people or things, you should go to those private detectives. I believe they will be happy to do so." The gentleman who was suspected to be the pianist took a look at the photo and interrupted.

"No, an ordinary detective wouldn't be able to do the job. He may have encountered something extraordinary," the cloaked man explained.

Lewis could tell at a glance that the person in the photo was an Intis man. In terms of dress, Intis men were obviously different from Rune.

They advocate romance, so they like to wear some fancy decorations to attract women.

As the mission to find someone ended, the party became quiet again for about a minute.

Under the lantern, the "sailor" scanned the people present and said, "The party is over. You can move freely on the Black Pearl for the rest of the time, but please do not make any suspicious moves."

The sailor's words sounded more like a warning, so Lewis didn't pay much attention to them. He took this opportunity to come to the deck.

The sea surface at night is crimson, and it looks quite eerie under the moonlight.

Some residual bloodstains can be vaguely seen on the deck, which tell of the tragedy that happened on the "Alfalfa" before, and even make people suspect that there may be evil spirits haunting the ship.

At this time, the "Alfalfa" had already begun to return. Lewis could vaguely see the dock in the distance, but the ship was not sailing in a straight line, but deliberately avoiding ports with large traffic.

A man in formal attire walked onto the deck. He leaned against the railing, his young but weathered face revealed under the crimson moonlight.

"Ever since I learned the truth about the Clover incident, I have been looking for the instigator Tris."

Lewis didn't say anything. With this man's current ability, even if he found Tris, he would only be seeking death.

Seeing that Lewis ignored him, the man left the deck and sighed heavily.

The crimson moon rose to the middle of the sky along its trajectory. Lewis felt that the moon was particularly round and bright tonight.

"Could it be that tomorrow is another full moon? It's only been less than two weeks since the last full moon."

Lewis couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, but fortunately he could now go to Sefirah Castle and temporarily avoid the ancestor's "life-taking curse".

For the descendants of Abraham's family, the most terrifying time period of the full moon whispers should be in the middle sequence.

At a low sequence, the curse engraved in the blood is not that powerful. At a high sequence, the life level itself has been sublimated, and it should be able to barely resist the mumbling of "Mr. Men".

Time gradually passed until four o'clock in the morning. The "Alfalfa" docked at an almost deserted pier. Lewis got off the ship and pressed the baseball cap on his head hard to hide his figure in the shadows.

Today's gathering did not yield much, but it cannot be said that there was no gain at all.
Turning on the gas lamp in the hotel room, Lewis took off his thin gloves. On his right hand, the indelible black mark still remained. He took out the "sun finger bone" from the lead box. Lewis silently recited the Hermetic word corresponding to "purification". A few drops of golden liquid dripped onto his hand, making a "hissing" sound.

The black lines seemed to have consumed some of their power and retreated a very short distance to the back of the hand.

“The pollution from underground should be the Chaos Sea. This pollution can only be sealed, and even God cannot completely eliminate it.

Even if I only have a tiny amount of contamination, it takes a lot of time to fight it.”

Lewis was somewhat fortunate. Fortunately, the Knight of Death had a history of nearly a hundred years, so he was not contaminated by the remaining "Chaos Sea" characteristics, and only left a "tattoo" on his hand.

However, the extraordinary characteristics of the "Wind-loving One" can no longer be used and can only be regarded as a "source of pollution."

After a short rest, Lewis left the hotel before ten o'clock in the morning and continued to look for an opportunity to digest the potion.

"I'm going to the 'Stronghold Bar' today, both to digest the potion and to allow the servant to find me."

Lewis smiled faintly. He wanted to play the role of a man who was lucky enough and also wanted people to publicize his luck.

At this time, the bar had just started to open, and the game of "Dog and Mouse" would not start until the afternoon.

"A glass of Southville beer." Sitting at the counter, Lewis deliberately looked at the bartender's face.

The bartender he met today was the same one he met when he first came here, except that there was a thin layer of blood scab on the bartender's face, which looked like a scratch.

"My friend yesterday was not bragging, he really beat up the gangster." Lewis suddenly smiled, took the beer from the bartender, and walked towards the No. 2 billiard room.

Today, the Intis girl came and was playing.

"Ms. Stephanie, don't you feel bored playing alone?" Lewis glanced into the billiard room, ignoring the two thugs, and smiled faintly.

"Welcome, Mr. Lewis, if you are here to play billiard." Stephanie was not wearing a black leather jacket today, but she had a great figure, and even in a low-cut dress, she was still pleasing to the eye.

"I really like playing billiards." After entering the billiard room, Lewis put the remaining half glass of beer aside, picked up the cue and hit it.

Suddenly, the white ball hit a half-colored ball on the table. The half-colored ball hit the table repeatedly and finally entered the hole accurately.

"Mr. Lewis, your skills are still amazing. The best professional billiard players I have ever seen are not as good as you." Stephanie looked at Lewis with undisguised admiration in her eyes.

"Maybe I'm just lucky." Lewis said modestly.

As a "lucky man" of destiny, his athletic ability has long surpassed that of professional athletes. Of course, athletic ability is only a small part of the "lucky man's" ability. In addition, he is also good at various complex calculations and has luck and senses far beyond ordinary people.

Although the abilities of the extraordinary people in the path of destiny are not strange enough, they can make an ordinary person a genius in many aspects and reach the pinnacle of life.

Of course, the prerequisite is not to stay at the "disaster priest" stage.

(End of this chapter)