Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 177: Former Residence
Lewis looked at Elana, he did have a request when he summoned the other party this time, but the desire for depravity could not be paid in vain.

"I don't have any letters that require your help this time, but I have a desire for depravity for you. You owe me that, and you must give me a corresponding reward in the future." Lewis pointed at the man lying on the bed.

Elana walked up to the man and brushed her tail lightly over him, and he immediately calmed down, his breathing becoming steady.

"Ms. Elana, you may leave now."

Seeing that the matter was handled, Lewis sent Elana away and looked at the man lying on the bed.

At this time, the painful expression on the man's face had disappeared. He struggled to get up from the bed and said sincerely:
"Thank you, what's your name?"

Lewis opened his spiritual vision again, and the brown lines on the man's body had disappeared, but the human-shaped shadow on his chest was still there.

Miss Elana only temporarily took away the desire for depravity, but the actual problem remained unsolved.

If you want to solve the problem completely, you may inevitably have to deal with some dangerous existence.

Lewis took off his half-high silk hat, bowed slightly, and said:

"Lewis Harvey, I'm a businessman from Loen. Because I love Intis culture, I decided to stay in Trier temporarily."

The man got out of bed and put on a simple robe:

“I’m York, a well-known wine taster.

Mr. Lewis, please try some of my wine collection."

Lewis wanted to refuse, but York had already taken action. He used a corkscrew to pull out the oak cork, and the ruby-red liquid was poured into the glass.

After flicking a coin and doing some simple divination, Lewis sat down and tasted the wine recommended by York.

The taste is very soft after entering the mouth, with a light fruity aroma, and the aftertaste turns into the scent of petals.

Even though Lewis knew nothing about wine, he knew that this was a very good drink.

"This is the highest quality wine produced by Slonte Estate ten years ago. However, it has been out of stock in recent years, so every bottle we drink is one less," York explained.

“It is indeed a rare wine,” Lewis agreed, even though he knew nothing about wine.

Seeing Lewis's enjoyment, York took the opportunity to propose a condition:
"Mr. Lewis, can you introduce me to the lady who just handled the problem for me?"

"He can see Elana, he is also a transcendent?"

Lewis looked at York in surprise. Perhaps it was the curse on the other party that prevented him from realizing at the first time that York was a transcendent.

Or maybe York is not a supernatural being at all, but the curse on York allows him to see things that he shouldn't see.

"Are you a transcendent?" Lewis asked directly.

"Yes." York showed a surprised expression on his face, then smiled and explained: "I once took a potion called 'Monster'."

A Sequence Nine, a weak transcendent, provoked a being that should not be provoked.

Lewis commented on York and kindly told York the way to summon Elana. As long as he sent a letter, Elana would receive the decadent desire, and York would be able to temporarily relieve the feeling of pain.

However, he could already foresee that in the next few days, he would receive many meaningless letters from York.

Hiding in the shadows and returning to his residence, Lewis paid attention to the room where the lady's panting sound came from before, and sighed leisurely. The gentlemen's ability was somewhat insufficient, and less than fifteen minutes had passed.

"I suddenly have an idea of ​​where to invest. If I can find a large number of 'pharmacists' from the School of Life Sciences, have them make potions that can enhance that ability, and then sell them in large quantities in Intis, I will definitely make a fortune.

Perhaps, by then, we won’t have to worry about the resources needed to advance to Sequence 5 and Sequence 4.”

This thought only appeared for a moment before he immediately dismissed it. The number of extraordinary people was already very small, and it was unrealistic to find a large number of pharmacists to make that kind of medicine for him.

Lewis sighed, and when he passed the corner of the stairs on the third floor, he subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

It seems that there are still strong and lasting gentlemen, although they are still no match for him.

……

The next morning, Lewis ate the breakfast brought by the waiter and took Miss Stephanie to the place where she used to live.

Unlike Backlund, which is relatively conservative, women's lingerie shops can be seen everywhere on the streets of Trier, and the variety of styles is dazzling.

In addition to lingerie shops, there are also an outrageous number of opera houses along the road.

"Emperor Roselle's classic tragic work, Romeo and Juliet?"

When Lewis saw the colorful posters posted outside the theater, he once again cursed inwardly, "shameless."

This fellow, Russell, relying on his identity as a time traveler, plagiarized other people's things to the point of being insane, and he always had the audacity to put his own name on them.

Stephanie saw that Lewis was in a bad mood, so she asked curiously:

"Mr. Lewis, you also like Emperor Russell's plays. Have you seen Romeo and Juliet?"

"Of course." Lewis kept smiling, but in another world, "Romeo and Juliet" was written by another famous playwright, definitely not the shameless Russell Gustave.

Without continuing to discuss this topic with Stephanie, Lewis walked into a clothing store and chose a noble long dress with a bustle and a lace fan for Stephanie.

As a businessman who likes the style of India, the female companion beside him naturally has to dress like an India lady. Of course, this "lady" only refers to the daytime.

About half an hour later, Stephanie found a luxurious house based on her memory.

The house has stone arcades, a Gothic spire, and a tall Indian plane tree in front of the house for shade.

The whole house was surrounded by a tall iron fence, with withered vines climbing on it.

Stephanie on the side grabbed Lewis' arm with a little more force, and seemed a little nervous.

"Mr. Lewis, do you think my mother and the others are still here?"

"We have to see it first to know." Lewis smiled calmly. He approached the building and saw a waiter waiting at the entrance next to the fence. It seemed that there were corresponding arrangements.

"Hello, sir. May I ask what can I do for you?" When the waiter saw Lewis coming towards him, he bent down and performed perfect etiquette.

Lewis stood up straight. For a wealthy businessman, it was quite rude to return the gift to the waiter, after all, he had a noble status.

Under Stephanie's nervous gaze, he asked:
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Lyle Slonte's residence?"

(End of this chapter)