Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 140 Trading
In order to maintain his image, Lewis put on a poker face and slowly spoke to The Fool at the top of the bronze table:

"One of my followers wants to make a deal, but he can't attend the Tarot Club, so I'm telling him about it. I hope Mr. Fool can help."

I have a follower, what fascinating language, which can easily fool these fat sheep of the Tarot Club.

Lewis was delighted with his own cleverness. As long as he didn't ask about these "low-level" matters, he wouldn't destroy his own status. Isn't it normal for a follower to want to trade?

After all, how could your followers not be interested in a party where you participate?
“No problem.” Klein chuckled. He suddenly remembered the follower of Mr. Fate whom he met in the sewer that day.

To this day, he was still deeply impressed by Lanevus, who wandered in the sewer like a vengeful spirit.

Facing Lanevus, that gentleman displayed incredible strength. It was hard to imagine how many powerful followers Mr. Fate had.

“I want to thank you on his behalf.” Lewis looked at Klein and said sincerely.

Fors watched the Tarot Club members in amazement. Whether it was Justice, who looked like a rich lady, the Hanged Man, who looked like a senior supernatural being, or the Sun, who had an unusual origin, none of them showed any surprise at Mr. Fate's description.

She was startled and thought silently:

"Follower?
Mr. Fate is indeed a secretive being. Not only that, he also has many followers under him, and those followers are at the level of Tarot Club members.

I must be careful in future exchanges. I must give Mr. Destiny enough respect and not doubt His abilities like before."

After Lewis's request, Miss Justice told Fors some of the magical aspects of the Tarot Club.

For example, Tarot Club members can recall everything that happened above the gray fog by chanting the name of the Fool. They can also pray to Mr. Fool for exchange materials and transactions through sacrificial ceremonies.

All of this made Fors realize this "ancient" and mysterious organization again, and it became clearer that the level of the Tarot Club was far beyond her imagination.

……

After passing through the gray fog, Lewis opened his eyes again and returned to reality. Without wasting any time, he immediately took out his walking stick and hid in the shadows, chanting the name of "The Fool":
“A fool who is not of this age;
You are the mysterious master hidden above the gray fog;

You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck..."

As the prayer ended, a gray-white mist suddenly appeared in front of the eyes. At the end of the mist, there was a vague figure sitting at the top of a long bronze table. Behind him was a tall palace that seemed like a giant's residence.

Klein's figure seemed to have traveled through a long period of time and stayed here.

"State your request." Klein said expressionlessly while sitting on the high-back chair.

Lewis twitched his lips. He was indeed a little envious of Klein's status.

"I am the follower of Mr. Fate. I would like to purchase the Disaster Sea Serpent or information related to the Disaster Sea Serpent, and I am willing to pay the corresponding reward for it."

As Lewis finished his request, the gray mist in front of him dissipated, and he stood in darkness without lifting the sealed spiritual wall.

If the Tarot Club members really have news, then there will be an answer soon.

About a minute later, Lewis saw the gray mist again, but Klein's figure did not appear again. Instead, an extremely blurry picture appeared. It was a place that looked like a cabin. A man with blue seaweed-like hair repeated:
"Please tell Mr. Destiny's followers that calamity sea snakes usually appear near the coast, and their appearance is always accompanied by disaster.

Therefore, once a catastrophic sea serpent appears, it will always be reported to the church immediately and then handled by the corresponding official personnel.

Perhaps the Church of Storms has some extraordinary materials of the 'Disaster Sea Serpent'. I have also heard that there are secret organizations that keep such creatures in captivity."

As the gray mist dissipated, the scene in front of him also dissipated. Lewis decided to pay a reward of 200 pounds and then removed the sealed spiritual wall.

From Alger's description, it was not difficult to determine a fact: it was almost impossible to find living disaster sea serpents, because as soon as they appeared, they would be dealt with by official extraordinary people; if you wanted to buy this kind of material, you might as well find a way to do business with the Storm Church, they should be willing to sell these materials.

Lewis couldn't help but feel troubled. If he was an official extraordinary person, it would be easy for him to find the Storm Church to trade some extraordinary materials.

The problem is that he is a wild extraordinary being. If he goes to do business with the Church of Storm, he will most likely be captured and become an uncontrollable factor.

Although the "Hanged Man" Alger is a member of the Church of Storms, his apparent identity is a pirate. It is difficult for him to come into contact with the Calamity Sea Serpent, and he cannot obtain relevant materials from the Church of Storms.

"I can only rely on myself or my servants for this matter. I don't know when the servant from Enmat Port will be able to find me.

He travels the sea all year round, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to find the 'Disaster Sea Serpent'."

Without much hesitation, Lewis went to the stronghold bar, feeling the potion digesting while waiting for his fame to spread.

In the past few days, he has exposed his luck very clearly. I believe that any extraordinary person with vision will be able to detect something unusual when hearing what he does.

As the sun set and darkness crept over the harbor, Lewis headed directly to the dock area.

In this era, lighting is not a simple matter. The light of the gas lamp exudes the smell of money at all times.

Therefore, those short-sighted "curly-haired baboons" would not spend their gold pounds to install gas lamps in the huge dock area for reasons such as safety.

Walking around the warehouse area, Lewis found an elderly man with disabilities thanks to his excellent hearing.

The old man was wearing a gray-blue work suit and his right foot seemed to be amputated. He sat quietly in front of a warehouse and his face could not be seen clearly.

"I want to be a good sailor this week." Lewis cleared his throat and said an ambiguous sentence to the "warehouse manager".

The warehouse manager looked at Lewis, his cloudy eyes flashing with a strange look, and whispered: "Buy three tickets for the 'Airship'. 0 is the lucky number for sailors."

To an outsider, these words might have been meaningless, but Lewis immediately understood their meaning.

The number of tickets represents the day of the week, three means this Wednesday, the lucky number represents the party time, and as for the final "airship number", you have to find it yourself.

The party will be held on the "Airship" at midnight on Wednesday. If he wants to catch up with the party, he must take action tomorrow night.

(End of this chapter)