Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 188 Have you heard of a windmill?
At this moment, the crimson full moon had just risen, and the light of the gas lamp was dancing, making the atmosphere in the room relaxed and comfortable.

By this time, Mr. Carmen might have died of a heart attack somewhere.

"Mr. Lewis, York's letter to you."

Miss Elana lowered her head, her tail wagging, and presented the letter with both hands.

Lewis took the letter and opened it casually.

"Mr. Lewis:

The magic potion you mentioned might be the one I took, a kind of bedding product used by the nobility, and you only need to mix some of it with wine or water to become a hero in bed.

However, after I became a superhuman, I discovered that the side effects of these drugs were far more terrible than I had imagined.

Once you stop taking it, your body will gradually lose control, and the feeling of emptiness and desire for depravity at night are enough to drive a person crazy.

Only by continuing to take it can you temporarily maintain normalcy, but the invasion of desire will become more and more intense. Once you are infected, you will never be able to completely get rid of it. "

It sounds as terrible as drugs, this is the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire...

Lewis burned the letter and picked up a pen, intending to ask York where he bought the potion.

The only thing that surprised him was that the Orthodox Church did not take any action against these potions. For example, Bonova's reaction was so cold that it was frightening.

The only answer he could think of was what the Orthodox Church was worried about.

……

In the morning, sunlight shone in through the clean glass windows. Lewis straightened his clothes, put on a half-high silk hat, and went downstairs to attend today's breakfast.

"Mr. Lewis, nice to see you." Mrs. Strong greeted Lewis with clear and bright eyes.

“I’m also very happy to see you and Miss Stephanie, the beautiful Ms. Slont.” Lewis took off his hat, flicked it, and threw it on the coat rack at the entrance.

How can I tell the wine to be made in a way that makes it look natural and doesn't offend Mrs. Strong?

Lewis ate his breakfast in small bites. As a true aristocrat, he could not talk casually during meals, as it would damage his image.

"Mrs. Strong, I have discussed winemaking with Mr. Lyle and know a lot of secrets. Maybe I can help you." After dinner, he suddenly reminded her.

Mrs. Slont smiled and said happily, "That's great. If you can make satisfactory wine, I will give you a satisfactory price."

Lewis put down his knife and fork and said with a smile:

"I need to sort out my thoughts. When I come back at noon, I will discuss this matter with you seriously."

“Mom, I want to stay with Mr. Lewis.” Stephanie said as she cut the food in front of her into small pieces and ate it quickly and elegantly.

Mrs. Strong naturally had no reason to refuse, so Stephanie and Lewis took a rented carriage and headed to Innis University.

"Mr. Lewis, how did you know how to make wine?" Stephanie asked curiously. She knew that Lewis didn't know her father Lyle.

Lewis smiled faintly, “I have tasted the wines of Mrs. Slonter and Mr. Lyle. I only need to use dream divination to get help from the spirit world and know everything about the winemaking process.”

Stephanie widened her eyes and said in surprise:
"Your ability is truly amazing. It is even more desirable than that of 'Grey Wolf'." "It can only be said that everyone has his own strengths. I am not good at fighting." Lewis spread his hands.

Seeing the carriage coming onto the street, he leaned out of the window and said to the newspaper boy, "An Intis Morning Post."

The boy brought the newspaper to him, and Lewis took out a penny and read it carefully.

After flipping through several corners of the newspaper, Lewis came across the news that Mr. Carmen had died at home due to heart disease.

"He could have been a good man."

Lewis sighed. After Mr. Carmen's death, if Mrs. Slont still couldn't make wine that the nobles would rave about, then Slont Manor would definitely go bankrupt.

He did not tell Stephanie the news immediately, believing that Stephanie would know it by the afternoon.

"Mr. Lewis, we have arrived at Index University." The coachman stopped the carriage and said to Lewis.

"I understand." Lewis got off the carriage and took Stephanie to Professor Esther's laboratory.

Pushing open the door, Professor Esther, with messy hair, was buried in a pile of manuscripts, with an instrument he made behind him for the electromagnetic induction experiment.

"Mr. Lewis, I have verified it, and your conclusion is completely correct."

Aisite looked at Lewis with burning eyes and asked, "However, how to make the electric motor move is still a problem. If we use steam engines to generate electricity, the electricity will rely on the steam engines and cannot be popularized on a large scale. The application of electricity will also be limited."

Lewis smiled calmly and asked, "Have you ever heard of a windmill? It's something that turns when the wind blows. It can drive the coil to cut the magnetic flux lines."

As he spoke, Lewis had already made a windmill using Esther's blank manuscript paper. He blew on it with his mouth, and the windmill began to turn happily.

Esther's eyes lit up, he snatched the windmill from Lewis, and murmured:

"What a genius design, Mr. Lewis. You actually thought of using windmills to generate electricity. It's really a genius idea. I want to apply to have this story included in the doctrine."

This is really good news. One day, when the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery open the doctrine, they will find that a large amount of space is used to describe Lewis.

Although he had a lot on his mind, Lewis still used the characteristics of the machine to pretend to be calm and said calmly:
"Mr. Esther, I told you before that you would recruit several craftsmen and managers. Have you found them?"

Esther put down the windmill in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Wait for me."

Esther pulled aside a pile of old newspapers, revealing a dusty telegraph machine. He rang the telegraph machine and notified the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"All right."

As soon as Professor Esther finished speaking, Lewis felt a creepy gaze falling on this small laboratory. He couldn't help but press his hat and lowered his head humbly.

"At this moment, I can sense the will of a hidden existence descending upon this place. This hidden existence is even more terrifying than Bonois Gustave."

Lewis' heart trembled. He quickly made a prayer gesture and whispered, "God of Steam and Machinery, may you bless your believers."

As Lewis's voice fell, the will seemed to move away from this place, and the creepy feeling disappeared instantly.

Lewis let out a long breath. Perhaps it was the emergence of alternating current that made the God of Steam and Machinery discover the changes in the world, so he appeared to take a look.

(End of this chapter)