Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 134 He is so lucky

Inside the bar, Lewis and Stephanie played a few rounds of pool.

Around 11 o'clock in the morning, a thug called Stephanie away. Stephanie didn't look very happy, maybe something had happened.

"A pet kept in a cage by a gangster? And she's from Intis." Lewis hit the billiard ball with boredom. Stephanie didn't look like a local who had lived in Port Enmat for a long time. Not only her accent hadn't integrated into the locals, but her living habits were also the same.

Compared to the people of Loen, the people of Intis give people a more emotional feeling, and they often use exaggerated body movements when they speak.

Whether it's her dressing style, accent, or speaking habits, Stephanie is quite different from the locals of Port Enmat.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the "Dog and Mouse" game is about to begin. The dog trainer has prepared six dogs and the "roulette wheel" for betting.

Lewis came in from outside and sat at the bar. He saw that there were more and more customers in the bar. Many of them were drinking beer and discussing which dog was more brave.

Until Lewis sat here, several eyes looked towards him, as if expecting his actions.

When the game time is up, Lewis casually throws out a one-sol coin. The number of the dog in which the coin is dropped is the number of the dog.

At the same time, Lewis saw that someone followed him and placed a bet that was even bigger than his.

This man was the unloader who advised Lewis not to bet on Hound No. 5 yesterday. He also came today.

Seeing Lewis’s gaze, the unloader smiled and silently took back half of the bet amount, so that his amount was less than Lewis’.

The dealer also set his sights on Lewis. In yesterday's game, Lewis had unusually good luck.

Lewis didn't take these things to heart at all. Here, "gamblers" could only make a little money, maybe not even a pound a day.

This amount of money is enough for ordinary people to survive, but for extraordinary people who want to be promoted, it is just a drop in the bucket.

His main purpose was to digest the potion and find a way to let Mr. Red Dragon's servants find him.

Lewis' luck was as good as ever. He bet on five consecutive games and won all five games.

Many drinkers turned their eyes to him, and the feeling of the potion beginning to digest began again. According to the current progress, perhaps in another half a month, the "Lucky Man" potion will be completely digested.

Next, Lewis did not continue to participate in the game. He used the money he earned today to buy a glass of Southwell beer and felt the potion digesting.

"My friend, why don't you participate in today's game?" The unloader came up to Lewis and asked.

Having bet with Lewis before, he won five games in a row, which brought today's income to more than one pound.

This money was enough for him to spend in the bar for a month and was not a small amount.

But after Lewis stopped betting, he lost another 5 soli in just two rounds after placing a single bet, which was also not a small amount of money.

"Momentary luck doesn't mean it will last forever. I'm just here for fun." Lewis smiled faintly, put down his glass and left the bar.

“He’s so lucky!”

The unloader looked at Lewis's leaving back and couldn't help but sigh.

Gradually, Lewis's fame spread in the "Stronghold Bar", and many people who often "gambled" heard of such a "lucky gentleman".

And Lewis did not gain nothing, he felt the potion was being digested faster, and his performance was in line with the rule that luck needs to be affirmed.

…The last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by darkness. In the distance, a steamship docked at the shore with the sound of its whistle. The workers on the dock also began to disperse, preparing for today’s rest.

Lewis closed the window to block out the salty sea breeze and paced alone in the hotel.

If he guessed correctly, there would most likely be a blood moon tonight, and he had to go above the gray fog to avoid Mr. Door's mumblings.

For him at this stage, Mr. Door's cry for help is the most terrifying moment. The curse remaining in his blood will pollute him and cause him to die.

"Mr. Door's shouting didn't last too long, no more than 10 minutes, but the difference between his and my life level was so great that it was difficult for me to hold on for even 10 minutes.

No, the monster's senses are too sharp, I can only last 8 minutes at most.

If you subsequently advance to Sequence 6 or Sequence 5, you may only be able to hold on for less than 5 minutes.

Hiding in the gray fog to avoid the whispers of the full moon is the only way I know at the moment, but this method has the risk of failure. After all, there have been precedents of prayers failing. "

Under the flickering light of the gas lamp, Lewis took out a lead box and opened it. Inside was a bunch of sea-blue hair with a deep scent.

During the time when Mr. "Door" was mumbling, if he could not enter above the gray fog, he could only try to come into contact with the pollution of the "Chaos Sea" to fight against Mr. "Door"'s curse.

However, the pollution of the Chaos Sea may be stronger, and he may eventually become a wandering black object and merge with the Chaos Sea.

The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the window gap, dyeing the table crimson, and Lewis's spirit was tense.

Suddenly, he heard a terrifying and crazy voice in his ears. It was Mr. "Door"'s mumbling!

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang God;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. "

According to the method prepared in advance, Lewis hurriedly prayed in Hermetic language.

A gray mist appeared in front of his eyes and other whispers sounded in his ears. Although these whispers were equally crazy and terrifying, they were not as harmful as Mr. "Men"'s and were barely within an acceptable range.

The mumblings of Sefirah Castle helped him reduce the mumblings of Mr. Gate, and his mental state improved.

He slowly walked through the gray fog and could already see the palace that looked like a giant's residence, the tall light gate, and the golden nanmu tables and chairs.

Just as Lewis was about to sit on the chair made of golden nanmu, he felt his body moving backwards quickly, out of the castle above the gray fog, and out of the gray fog.

Suddenly, Lewis opened his eyes. He was still sitting at the desk in the hotel, and the whispering in his ears became clearer.

Silvery-white scales appeared on his hands and legs, and the scales became more and more numerous, almost covering his entire body.

His consciousness was gradually being taken away, and his mind was gradually occupied by thoughts of destruction and madness, with more and more signs of losing control.

After a slight hesitation, Lewis opened the lead box, and a tuft of blue hair appeared in front of him. He stretched out his fingers towards the tuft of blue hair, trembling constantly.

Unable to hide above the gray fog, he now had to either be killed by Mr. Door or try to be contaminated by the Chaos Sea in order to fight against Mr. Door's killing curse.

(End of this chapter)