Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 234 Just Magic
Next, Lewis got to know the man again. From the man’s self-introduction, he learned that the other party was the heir of Viscount Ian. Since he had an outstanding elder brother, he had no chance to inherit the title and could only inherit a small part of the property.

Many times, the descendants of nobles also have many frustrations.

As it was just spring, some yellow, uncleaned hay could occasionally be seen on the lawn used as a golf course, and busy staff were cleaning it up.

Lewis played golf with Polly Ian. It was his first time playing golf, so both his hitting posture and ball holding posture were a little non-standard.

But with the power of the "machine", he can hit the ball at any angle without too much deviation.

"Boom!"

The golf ball flew out with the impact, and Lewis hit the ball very far, deliberately away from the hole.

After all, if he always hit a hole-in-one, the game would be boring. Ball sports are more interesting when the opponents are evenly matched. Being too strong or too weak will cause the opponent to lose interest.

Polly Ian also gestured at the ball and then hit it away. His technique was pretty good and he was closer to the hole than Lewis.

After playing ball, he said excitedly:

“Emperor Roselle is truly a genius. The sport of golf he invented perfectly fits my definition of a sport.

After a while, many noble ladies will come. The essence of golf is to hit the ball into the hole amid the admiration of those ladies."

Lewis walked to the spot where the golf ball landed and swung his second shot, agreeing:
“Yes, there is no point in playing a sport that cannot be appreciated.”

He believed that when Emperor Roselle copied this sport, he had the same mentality as Polly Ian, purely to show off among the nobles and get the opportunity to sleep with the ladies.

Three strokes later, Polly Ian won with a slight advantage, with a smug expression on his face.

Lewis complimented the other person casually. If he wanted to get into the upper-class circle, it was not enough to just find someone to play a game of ball with. He also had to demonstrate his own value.

Value exchange, this is the ticket to blend into Backlund's upper class society.

The Polly Ian in front of him happened to be the son of a viscount and was worth making friends with. He would try to give him some benefits in order to infiltrate the nobility.

Opening his pocket watch, Lewis realized that it was almost nine o'clock, which meant that Polly Ian's friends were about to arrive and he didn't have much time left.

"Mr. Polly, have you ever heard of alternating current?" Lewis took the golf club and retreated to the shade to replenish some water.

"Alternating current? What is that?" Polly Ian had no idea and asked directly.

You don't even pay attention to something that changes the times? No wonder you have no chance of inheriting the title.

Lewis rubbed his eyes, smiled, and said in a gentle voice:
“Alternating current is a new-age energy source. If it is used to light up the night, it will produce light dozens of times brighter than a gas lamp.

Even in the dark night, you can get the same experience as in the daytime. In Intis, this energy is loved by ladies and young ladies. "

Lewis' words seemed to arouse Polly Ian's interest. He looked at Lewis and asked:
"There really is such an energy source? I mean, it would certainly work best at a dinner party."

Of course, what he meant was to be able to attract those beautiful ladies so that he would have a chance to pursue the one he likes.

"You can try to collect some information about this." Lewis smiled faintly. Some things only need to be mentioned in one or two sentences. If you say too much, people will always suspect that you have ulterior motives.

Of course, he did have an ulterior motive. Not long after, at nine o'clock, a group of people appeared on the court. There were men and women among them, but most of them had extraordinary temperaments.

Polly Ian greeted Lewis and blended into the crowd. This was his team.

Lewis looked at the group of people and suddenly couldn't help but smile. He saw the familiar Viscount Greylint. Although it was the first time they met, he could recognize him at a glance based on his own characteristics.

However, Miss Justice Audrey was not among the crowd. Otherwise, he would go to the bathroom and pray to Mr. Fool, saying that Mr. Fate's favored one was in Backlund and needed Miss Justice's cooperation on some matters.

As noon approached, more and more people began to appear on the court, and Lewis left feeling a little depressed.

The bait had been thrown out, but it didn't have the desired effect.

"I'm going to find a butler and several male servants first, and then rent a house in Queens or the West Side that's big enough to show off my status."

After changing back into formal clothes, Lewis picked up his cane and thought about it in a bad mood.

He pushed open the door of the dressing room, but suddenly felt a sense of crisis. Viscount Greylint and several young ladies surrounded Polly Ian, looking at a loss.

"It hurts...ah!" Polly Ian screamed and rolled on the ground.

Viscount Greylint gritted his teeth, walked into the dressing room, and after a few seconds took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the other person, but the effect was not obvious.

"It's a curse, although I don't know which extraordinary person cast it."

The moment he confirmed the situation, Lewis rushed over. He patted Greylint lightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly:

"Let me do it. I can handle it."

As he spoke, Lewis pulled out a few strands of hair from Polly Ian's hair, and then tore off a piece of wood from a nearby chair.

He wrapped his hair around a block of wood and used the power of the "Key of Light" to temporarily change Polly Ian's fate.

"laugh……"

The wood block burst into bright blue flames and soon turned into a pile of ashes, but Polly Ian had stopped screaming.

Grellint looked at Lewis in surprise. As a Sequence Nine Pharmacist, he could easily guess that Lewis' actions involved the power of the occult.

It is obvious that Lewis is a transcendent who is at a higher level than him. I really don't know why such a transcendent would appear in the club.

Before this, this extraordinary person had been playing golf alone.

Polly Ian had stopped screaming. He looked around and asked:

"What happened just now? I clearly saw a piece of wood burning by itself."

"It's just a little magic." Lewis took off his hat and nodded slightly. It is always not good to expose extraordinary power to ordinary people. He chose to give all the credit to Greylint's potion.

Greylint was shocked. He watched Lewis enter the club's restaurant.

(End of this chapter)