Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 146 He Doesn't Look Like a Madman
In the afternoon, the salty and humid sea breeze is mixed with a bit of biting coldness, and only the sunshine can bring a warm and comfortable feeling.

Lewis sat in front of the window, with a corner of the letter paper in front of him blown up by the sea breeze. He wrote on the letter paper:
"I heard that the Church of the Night has captive mermaids on the local Night Vanilla Beach. Have you heard about this? If possible, I would like to know some detailed information. Those mermaids may give me the opportunity to be promoted.

Also, is there any news about the extraordinary properties of the Calamity Sea Serpent? If there is any news, please let me know as soon as possible."

After writing the letter, Lewis stuffed it into a blank envelope and then chanted the spell:
“The spirit that wanders in vanity;

A creature from the upper world that is driven by humans;
Paul Saxon's exclusive messenger..."

As the spell was finished, a hole seemed to appear on the floor, and inside the hole, blue sea water was constantly surging.

Suddenly a shark emerged from under the floor, with only half of its head exposed and its mouth open, as if waiting for Lewis's delivery.

That’s right, this shark is the one summoned by the bell, but it does not belong to Mr. Red Dragon, but to Paul.

"wipe!"

Lewis hastily pulled his hat down over his face and retreated into the shadows, completely hiding his image.

When he sent the letter before, his identity was Mr. Red Dragon, but when he sent the letter now, his identity was Mr. Red Dragon’s follower.

This was not a good thing. If the messenger told Paul about this, he could easily imagine the other party turning against him.

“It shouldn’t be possible to be discovered. There aren’t many spiritual beings that can speak human language. Klein’s messenger is already unique.

Every messenger with high intelligence is rare, and their owners are also very important.

Besides, I have dealt with this messenger several times before, and it did not recognize that I was not the real 'Mr. Red Dragon'. It should be the kind of messenger who can only deliver letters but has no brains."

With a fluke mentality, Lewis stuffed the letter into the shark's mouth and tried to speak in his original voice:

"That one denarius will be paid by Paul."

The shark did not move. It waited quietly, as if it would go on strike if no silver coin was thrown.

After a stalemate with the messenger for about a minute, Lewis still threw a silver coin with a distressed look. The value of this silver coin could be exchanged for about 10 soli, which was already quite expensive.

However, the performance of this messenger made Lewis feel a little relieved, because it really had no brain and could only follow the pre-arranged procedures.

Lewis walked out from the shadows only after the messenger left. His figure gradually appeared in the sunlight, and he sighed silently:
"It seems that the messengers summoned by the bell are servants of Mr. Red Dragon. Although those messengers only follow the rules, I'd better be careful."

Lewis was a little helpless. Many times, having too many identities is not necessarily a good thing.

In order to maintain these identities, he must be extremely alert.

After sending the letter, Lewis went out to the stronghold bar and continued to participate in the "dog and mouse" game.

He was very concerned about the extraordinary person he met at the Deep Sea Auction House yesterday. The other party used Tarot cards as weapons and launched an attack on him.

Of course, the end result was that he dodged the attack and took the opportunity to experience the feeling of the potion being digested.

However, the opponent's ability reminded him of the "Magician". The extraordinary people in this sequence not only have superb fighting skills, but also have a variety of extraordinary abilities. If they meet head-on, he may not be able to win.

The sunlight was golden in color. Inside the bar, some loaders who had already gotten off work had gathered here, occupying almost all the seats in the bar.

For them, a glass of beer and a gamble after a busy day is the meaning of life.

"Sit here, lucky gentleman!"

As soon as Lewis entered, a porter near the door immediately gave up his seat and said to the bartender, "I want a half and half, I'll pay."

The so-called half and half is a kind of wine that these poor porters like. It costs only two pence and is a mixture of inferior beer and high-concentration liquor.

This kind of wine is cheap and easy to get drunk with, and you can spend a small amount of money to experience the joy of drinking.

Lewis took that seat, and just by sitting down, he could feel the signs of the potion digesting, which meant that many people in the bar knew his reputation.

However, this is not good news. The more people know him, the less money he makes, after all, fewer people lose money.

After taking a sip of half and half, Lewis felt spicy and bitter in his mouth. The taste of this wine was really average, and it was even difficult to enjoy.

"Please buy number 2 for me." Lewis handed the loader a soli note. The loader took the money happily and bet on himself a 5 soli note, which was all the cash he had.

The "dog and mouse" game officially began, and soon, dog No. 2 caught the mouse.

Lewis accepted the winnings. He only won 1 soli with 1 soli, which was a bit bleak compared to the first time.

“It seems I have to find another way to gain luck. After a few days, when my reputation becomes known to everyone, it will be difficult to make money.

Then even the lucky gentleman will no longer be lucky.”

However, the worker who gave up his seat to Lewis was very happy. Just participating in the game was worth two days' wages.

"Would you like another beer, lucky gentleman?" the stevedore asked again.

Lewis did not answer, he just handed the worker 1 soli again and asked him to bet on Shepherd No. 3.

The stevedore again happily took the money and bet heavily on number 3…

After betting on three games in a row, Lewis stopped participating in the game. He could still feel the progress of digesting the potion, but it was a little slower than the previous few days.

While drinking, Lewis paid attention to the movements in the billiard room. Generally speaking, Miss Stephanie would come here to play billiard every morning.

However, he didn't meet the lady again for two consecutive days.

Suddenly, Lewis was inspired. He put down his beer glass and entered an empty card room.

Then he locked the door and created a sealed spiritual wall.

On the wall, a shark poked its head out, a letter tightly gripped in its teeth.

Lewis took the letter and the shark went back into the wall.

After opening the letter, I could see a yellowed letter paper with the official language of Loen written on it:

"Mr. Favored:
I have heard about the extraordinary characteristics of the Sea Serpent of Disaster. Someone is willing to trade for the 'Bile of the Sea Serpent of Disaster', so I introduced you to him.

If it's convenient, go to Warehouse No. 18 at the dock tomorrow night and you will see him.

As for the mermaid at Night Vanilla Beach, I advise you not to go after it. There is a witch guarding there, so it will be difficult for us to achieve our goal."

His thoughts were very clear, and he didn't even want to be an enemy of a spirit witch, which was not like a "shepherd" at all... Lewis was a little surprised. He thought that all the secret praying people were hidden lunatics, but now it seems that Paul is not the case.

Only when mentioning "Mr. Red Dragon" does this "shepherd" show his crazy and persistent side.

(End of this chapter)