Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 240 Letter to Miss Windsor

Lewis did not dwell too much on matters concerning external gods. At his level, he was not yet qualified to be exposed to these matters.

However, as long as he is promoted to Sequence Four, he will try to communicate with his ancestor, Mr. "Men".

"I just wonder if Miss Elana can just bring the generator here?

Forget it, let's wait for Esther and the others to deliver it by ship. Always relying on Miss Elana will cause trouble for her."

Just after five o'clock in the afternoon, butler Walsh had already made arrangements for the day. Today he would go to see houses in the West District.

The Tussock River in the distance sparkled golden in the sunlight as Lewis arrived at the house on the West Side.

This is a two-story villa with a small garden facing the house. The garden has long been overgrown with weeds, and some wild flowers grow along with the weeds, giving people a dilapidated feeling.

Butler Walsh introduced:
"This was originally the property of a baron. He was in urgent need of money, so he decided to sell the house, so he only needed four thousand pounds."

Lewis nodded and walked with the people from the real estate association. The location of this house was very good even in the West End, and four thousand pounds was indeed a bargain.

Passing through the small garden and entering the living room, Lewis turned on his spiritual vision.

In front of him, there was a man in tattered clothes with rotting flesh on his face.

No, the thing in front of him was not a human, but just a low-level vengeful spirit. Even if Lewis ignored it, it would automatically dissipate in half a month.

Looking to the side, there were many similar vengeful spirits, almost filling the living room.

"That's very interesting. Did they die here before they died, or did someone bring them here?"

Lewis bumped past the evil spirit, and the people from the real estate association opened the house and introduced it to Lewis:

“As you can see, the rooms here have very good lighting, and the people living around here are all well-known businessmen in Backlund.

There is no need to worry about security issues. This is the police's key protection target, and owners like you can also get special care from the police."

"Very good." Lewis took out a coin from his pocket and played with it in his hand.

He suddenly asked, "Are you hiding something from me? For example, someone has died in this room recently?"

The people from the Real Estate Association changed their expressions slightly and quickly explained:

"That's impossible! I know the house very well. It has been abandoned for a year, and no one has been able to come in during that time. I can guarantee it in the name of the real estate association."

Lewis flicked the coin. The staff member was not lying, and he didn't smell any breath or taste of death, nor did he find any signs of invasion from the underworld.

All this shows that the vengeful spirits here are from outside.

But why are there so many vengeful spirits, or what is attracting these guys?

"This house is indeed very cheap, but it does not meet my requirements. I think we should hurry up." Lewis rejected the house at the first opportunity.

Putting aside other things, the main thing is that with so many vengeful spirits around, it is very uncomfortable to live here, even though a transcendent like him is not afraid of vengeful spirits at all.

“Okay.” The people from the real estate association didn’t expect Lewis to reject this house so quickly. In his opinion, the property here is pretty good.

Lewis naturally didn't have time to care about those vengeful spirits. If he provoked some high-sequence monsters, he would be in danger.

However, he was very interested in the changes here. What on earth could attract so many vengeful spirits? Leaving the house, Lewis looked at a path not far away. He suddenly lowered his silk hat to cover his face.

Windsor looked through the carriage window, the corners of her mouth gradually curled up, and she nodded to Lewis in a good mood.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Lewis had to smile as a response to the other party.

"Ms. Windsor probably doesn't know that I've returned to Backlund. This encounter today was just a chance encounter.

But, doesn't she live in the Hilton District? Why did she come to the West District? Could those evil spirits in the house be related to her?"

Lewis already had a guess about Miss Windsor's identity. As a lackey of the Mother Tree of Desire, Miss Windsor should be from the Demon Path or the Prisoner Path.

“It’s a pity that I’ve never seen Miss Windsor display her extraordinary powers. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to determine more information and even figure out Miss Windsor’s true purpose.

Why not send her a letter? Now that she knows I've returned to Backlund, she'll come looking for me sooner or later."

Lewis watched Windsor go away. He looked at several houses in succession and finally chose to live in Queens.

This was once the residence of a banker. Although the house is a bit old, it is very clean.

There is also a piano in the study that was once there, and it is almost new.

Lewis readily paid the transaction fee of 6,000 pounds, and the butler and servants got busy cleaning the room.

"Sometimes, being lazy is fun."

Suddenly, the room became cold and gloomy. Lewis turned on his psychic vision and Miss Elana appeared with a letter.

"From Professor Elliott?"

Lewis took the letter, opened it and read its contents. It would only take less than a week for the small generator he needed to be shipped from Trier to Backlund.

This small generator can generate electricity using wind or human power. It is not very practical, but it is a necessary item for this banquet.

"Ms. Elana."

Before the messenger left, Lewis stopped him and asked:
"Can you provide me with some help? Of course, I mean in reality."

"Well." Elana looked away uneasily and asked softly, "What do you want?"

Lewis’s face turned cold, “Help me send a letter, and help me look after someone. Just take a look and judge her general situation. If you get in touch with her in depth, you may be in danger.”

"Then... I want a piece of your desire, and a piece of the extraordinary characteristics of a 'serial killer'."

The terms of the exchange were surprisingly simple, and I just happened to have both of them... Lewis agreed with a cold face. He was actually planning to sell these extraordinary characteristics, but it was difficult to sell them.

After exchanging the terms, he immediately returned to his study and wrote a trivial letter to Miss Windsor, the general meaning of which was that he missed her very much after not seeing her for half a year.

After finishing the letter, Lewis put it in an envelope and handed it to Miss Elana, saying in a mellow voice:
"I need to hear your most direct feelings about him, even if it's not delivered to you in the letter."

Miss Elana’s figure gradually began to become transparent, and Lewis couldn’t help but become nervous.

If Windsor insisted on pretending to be harmless, the other party would definitely not read the letter, let alone reply.

(End of this chapter)