Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 152 Level 1 Sealed Artifact
Audrey had thought that Mr. Fate would think about the problem for her. After all, Mr. Fate was a kind and benevolent god who always took good care of the members of the Tarot Club.

But she didn't expect that Mr. "Destiny" could directly peek into her destiny and tell her that she would get an opportunity in Psychological Alchemy!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fool, please allow me to praise Destiny in your kingdom of God." Audrey stuck out her tongue silently in her heart, feeling happy.

She lifted her skirt again and said seriously:

"Thank you, Mr. Fate. I think your advice must be my greatest gain today."

"You're welcome, Miss Justice." Lewis responded with a faint smile.

He got a lot of money from Audrey, so as a big customer, he would not be stingy with some necessary reminders.

Klein carefully analyzed the situation of the Psychological Alchemy Society and even thought about it carefully, but when "Destiny" spoke, he felt that he had wasted his thinking time in vain.

In the face of the existence of peeking into fate, any weighing of pros and cons seems foolish.

After coughing lightly, Klein added in a leisurely tone:
"Inside the Psychological Alchemy Society, there are some people planted by the church, such as informants of the Mandated Punishers and the Nighthawks. You must know how to hide and conceal yourself.

If you are having trouble, you can seek help from the Tarot Club.”

Audrey bowed again and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Fool."

After getting the advice she wanted, Audrey didn't rush to end the private conversation, but instead said:

"Mr. Fool, I have memorized two more pages of Roselle's diary."

“Very good.” Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table with satisfaction and helped Miss Justice materialize the diary.

However, when the diary came into his hands, his eyes suddenly froze.

Because today's Roselle diary was what he had seen at the Roselle Memorial Exhibition before. It was just Roselle's various complaints and novel experiences in the early days of time travel, and had no practical value.

As the individual discussions ended, the Tarot Club members began to communicate.

The Hanged Man Alger looked around and said as if he had already prepared a speech:

"I recently received an investigation mission, and I wonder if you have any relevant clues."

"The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun once transported a Level 1 seal from Intis to Loen, but two years ago, the seal was hijacked by pirates, and the person who transported it also disappeared."

"A level 1 sealed object? Two years ago?" Lewis' mind began to become active. Level 1 sealed objects themselves are quite rare. If they are formed by extraordinary characteristics, the corresponding sequence should be sequence four or sequence three, which is a demigod-level ability.

These pirates are really generous. They actually dare to intercept the seal of the Orthodox Church... Lewis sighed silently.

Seeing that no one could provide any clues, Alger temporarily gave up the request and said:
"You can try to collect the potion formula of 'Wind's Blessed One'. I will give you a reward that will absolutely satisfy you."

I have… Lewis almost blurted out, but he just smiled faintly, showing a gentle but polite smile.

In order to maintain his status, he would let his "Favored One" conduct the transaction afterwards, and let "The Fool" convey the magic potion formula of "The Favored One of the Wind" through prayer.

……

As the party ended, Lewis returned to reality again, the sealed spiritual wall was lifted, and the wind blowing in from the blinds swirled and stirred.

He took out his cane and blended himself into the darkness, then prayed to the Fool and explained that he had the formula for the Wind-Favored Potion and hoped to reach a deal with Mr. Hanged Man. In the end, the formula for the Wind-Favored Potion was sold for 2000 pounds.

……

Cohen Wharf is an official wharf in Enmat Harbor. It is generally controlled by the Loen government. Occasionally, the military will handle local affairs, so it is relatively safe.

The sea breeze at night is slightly cold, and the crimson moon is reflected coldly in the sea water, creating a hazy beauty.

Lewis used the power of his cane to hide in the shadows, his hearing and senses turned on to monitor every move nearby.

So far, the area around the dock has been very quiet, with only the rustling sound of rats tearing things apart, and occasional screams.

About ten minutes later, around 11 o'clock in the evening, Lewis heard footsteps, and a man with black hair and brown eyes naturally appeared in his mind.

The man was wearing a cloak, hiding his physical features beneath it, and it was obvious that the person who appeared was Bazel, and no one else had come.

Bazel walked in the dark dock, stopping and starting, and finally found the place where he had agreed to meet Lewis, and looked around.

Seeing that Lewis hadn't come yet, he started to wonder:
That gentleman couldn't possibly be afraid to come. If that were the case, tonight's operation would almost certainly be declared a failure.

It is basically impossible for me to rescue Miss Stephanie from the pirates and gangs with my own abilities.

Bazel lowered his head, looking a little lonely. He had done everything he could, hoping to rescue Stephanie.

Suddenly, a hand patted him from behind. Basel turned his head in fear, and then his fear turned into surprise.

Lewis' figure gradually emerged from the shadows, like a ghost, leaving no trace.

All these performances tell of Lewis's extraordinaryness.

"Mr. Lewis, I have handed over the 'Bile of the Disaster Sea Serpent' to Mr. Paul, and he will hand it over to you tomorrow." Bazel did not dare to bring the item directly over. It was an item for trading and also his only bargaining chip.

"I understand. Next, you just follow my instructions and don't try to do anything tricky, otherwise I will consider sinking you into the shallow sea." Lewis warned deliberately.

He has always been uneasy about the people of the Storm Church, otherwise he would not have chosen to let Bazel follow him.

The two men hid on the spot. At one o'clock in the morning, a small masted sailboat came from the dark sea and finally docked on the shore.

With his good hearing, Lewis could hear people walking onto the dock. They were talking about human trafficking and planning to have some fun after completing the deal.

In the shadows, Lewis approached the masted sailboat, trying hard to control his body so that he would not make any sound when walking.

Soon, he approached the transaction location.

With the help of spiritual vision, Lewis had a clear understanding of the number of people on the scene. The total number of people on both sides did not exceed ten, and most of them were low-sequence transcendents.

The "Gray Wolf" of Sequence 6 did not seem to come here, which made this operation much less difficult.

(End of this chapter)