Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 142 First meeting

Sighing silently, Lewis had to admit the helplessness of the wild superhumans.

As a wild supernatural being, it is difficult for him to obtain a large amount of supernatural materials, nor is it easy for him to obtain powerful seals. He may even suffer hatred from the authorities.

The party continued. After nearly a minute of silence, a man with his face covered by a cloak spoke in a mellow voice:
"Investigate what happened to Wells Mond in Enmat Harbor two years ago.

I will reward you for any valuable clues you provide.”

As he spoke, the man threw out the photo, which still showed the gentleman with a moustache.

No one took up the investigation mission last time, so at this party, the man commissioned it again.

In other words, no matter if anyone accepts the job or not, this man will continue to entrust the job until the truth comes out.

Miss Stephanie’s sigh appeared in front of Lewis’ eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"I am somewhat interested in this matter. If I find any clues, how can I contact you?"

The Intis man handed Lewis a small note and said, "You can contact me according to the address above."

Lewis accepted the note, which was considered as acceptance of the commission.

Seeing that no one spoke, he paused for a moment and asked in a low voice:
"I want to participate in the auction of 'Deep Sea Auction House'. If any of you have relevant channels, I am willing to pay for it.

Of course, I'm talking about auctions involving supernatural powers."

After the words fell, Lewis looked around.

After waiting for about a minute, no one at the scene responded to his request. It was obvious that this auction was stricter than he had imagined.

Without further questioning, Lewis fell silent.

In the gloomy atmosphere, the "sailor" clapped his hands and announced: "This party is over. Please do not walk on the deck to avoid disturbing the gentlemen and ladies at the dance. The 'Flying Boat' will dock at three o'clock in the morning."

Lewis sat quietly in the compartment until three o'clock in the morning, when the Flying Boat docked at the shore. He passed the A-class and left the ship.

On the deck, the gentlemen and ladies who had been dancing before were gone, and the musicians had also left long ago, as if nothing had happened before.

He ignored this strange phenomenon and went straight back to the hotel, taking out the parchment that seemed to contain supernatural powers from his pocket.

If we really pick up an extraordinary item, this party will be a great success.

However, when he began to look for the uniqueness of the parchment, he found that the object seemed to have lost its extraordinary power and became just an ordinary piece of paper.

"This is a special 'talisman' that contains 'hidden' powers, but these powers have disappeared."

Lewis sighed deeply, regretting that he didn't get a bargain.

……

On Thursday afternoon, Lewis participated in a game of "dog and mouse" at the Stronghold Bar, earned some money for drinks, digested some potions, and then left.

Night is about to fall, the warm sunshine is moving away from this land, the coldness is coming, and it suddenly starts to rain from the sky, freezing cold rain.

Lewis quickened his pace and entered an alley, which was a shortcut back to the hotel. Suddenly, Lewis slowed down his pace again. He felt a gaze behind him. This gaze did not contain any malice, but more like observation and scrutiny.

Silently flipping a coin, Lewis saw that the king's head was facing up, which meant that the other party had no intention of taking action.

"Mr. Red Dragon's minions are trying to find me. I must act normal, and preferably mysterious."

Thinking of this, Lewis silently recited a prayer:
“A magical item that belongs only to Lewis Harvey;
The key to the light hidden in spirituality;
The great power to rewrite the course of fate..."

As he finished his prayer, the entire alley seemed to be affected. The returning seabirds flying through the sky seemed to be captured in fragments, lingering around. The rain seemed to stop for a moment, and fell again after a second.

This large-scale use of supernatural powers made Lewis feel that his spirituality was rapidly draining away. He immediately took out his pistol, walked to the end of the alley, and found the gentleman in a suit.

The moment he saw the other person’s face clearly, Lewis frowned.

Because this man looked a little too familiar, he was one of the two bartenders in the base bar.

However, Lewis could confirm that the person in front of him was definitely not the bartender himself, because the bartender was just an ordinary person, and the person in front of him was a genuine extraordinary person.

As long as you open your spiritual vision, you can see how dazzling the other person's spiritual brilliance is.

Without giving it much thought, Lewis quickly deactivated the magical item's power and put the gun to the other man's head.

"You can change your appearance?" Lewis asked coldly, removing the ability of "loop".

The man who looked like a bartender was stunned for a moment. He didn't even know what was happening before someone put a gun to his head.

This is enough to show the other party's extraordinaryness. The person in front of him is most likely the follower of "Mr. Red Dragon".

The bartender raised his hand and smiled:
"Don't be impulsive, my friend. I just want to meet a 'lucky gentleman'."

"Why are you looking for me? If you don't give me a reasonable answer, I will consider blowing your head off!" Lewis threatened. Even if he knew that the other party was his servant, sometimes he had to pretend that he knew nothing.

This is the self-cultivation of an actor. Through this approach, he can completely separate himself from the identity of "Mr. Red Dragon".

"Okay, I'll tell you everything." The man who looked like a bartender smiled, with rain running down his cheeks, and said, "I want to ask you something."

He couldn't be sure that Lewis was the follower of "Mr. Red Dragon", so he didn't directly reveal the name of "Mr. Red Dragon".

"What's the matter?" Lewis still had a cold face, and the revolver against the other's forehead seemed to be pressed a little harder, as if it would go off at any time.

"About the method of promotion, the method of promotion to demigod!" Noticing Lewis' nervousness, the man who looked like a bartender no longer concealed it and hurriedly spoke.

Lewis' pupils suddenly shrank, his fingers trembled a few times, and then he put the revolver into the gun bag and said in surprise:
"I see, it was Mr. Red Dragon who asked you to come.

I do know how to become a demigod, but I never do business at a loss, understand?"

Hearing the words "Mr. Red Dragon", the bartender's body suddenly trembled, and a fanatical and obsessed expression appeared on his face. Like a fanatic, he knelt down in front of Lewis, completely ignoring the mud on his clothes.

"Please allow me to praise you, the great 'Mr. Red Dragon'!"

In the rain, the bartender's voice trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)