Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 244 The real strong man

Lewis was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to get this answer.

Do you think I won't recognize you just because you're playing dumb? My inspiration is telling me clearly that I'm very familiar with you, and fate's guidance will never go wrong...

Lewis stood up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and threatened:
"We met before, in the basement of the church, when you were imprisoned and toyed with by Bishop Utravsky.

I have kept this secret deep in my heart, but recently I suddenly felt like telling it to the vampires."

Emlyn White seemed to be reminded of his sad past by Lewis. He raised his head, and a series of shameful past events came to his mind.

He was imprisoned and forced to listen to the scriptures of the Church of Mother Earth every day. He was even controlled by the "Nightmare Candle" and gradually accepted the fact that he had betrayed the ancestor.

"No! Don't try to threaten me, you despicable fellow. I will never give you the potion. Just give up."

Lewis originally wanted to use threats to make Emlyn submit, but he didn't expect the opposite effect. The only good news was that the vampire finally admitted his identity.

Finding that the threat had no effect, Lewis immediately thought of another way. Considering Emlyn's immature personality, fooling people is also a good idea.

“Mr. Emlyn, I really wanted to save you from the basement of the church. Do you know why I didn’t save you in the end?” Lewis suddenly relaxed and sat aside casually.

Emlyn didn't even look at Lewis. He continued to do his work. In such a monotonous life, he gradually felt at ease.

Lewis continued to fool around:

"In fact, I can tell at a glance that you are not an ordinary vampire. You have noble blood flowing in your veins, and you are carrying a heavy and great mission!"

Noble! Mission! ... Emlyn's body paused for a moment, his mind blank. He remembered that he had joined the Tarot Club with the mission of the vampire race, and that even though he was misunderstood by so many of his own race, he had to keep moving forward in the darkness.

He is a hero who is about to save the vampires, even though he is always misunderstood, destined to bear everything and struggle in the darkness.

Thinking of the past when he had been laughed at, Emlyn straightened up slightly, straightened his clothes, and said with a proud expression:
"I didn't expect you had some vision."

"Of course! I am a person who believes in the guidance of fate, and I can see some of your destiny." Finding that his deception was effective, Lewis immediately increased his efforts.

“You know, if the First Ancestor Lilith wants someone to take on a great responsibility, she must let him go through rigorous training to complete the transformation from his mind to his body.

Wild beasts always walk alone, while cattle and sheep travel in herds. Only when a person has experienced the seven levels of loneliness can he become a truly strong man! Only then can he shoulder the destiny of reviving the blood race! "

Emlyn suddenly felt his brain trembling. He remembered that he had always been friendless in the past, and remembered what Mr. Fool said: Anyone who wants to be a hero must accept the fate of not being understood.

He clenched his right hand tightly, letting his long nails dig into the flesh and the bright red blood flow down his elbow.

After a moment, Emlyn calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice:
"You said you could see through fate, how can I believe you?"

Lewis immediately gave Emlyn bad luck. He tapped the table with his fingers and said:

"In the next five minutes, you will encounter something very unlucky. Don't worry, this must be a test left for you by the ancestor of the blood clan."

The next moment, a candle suddenly fell from the candlestick. Emlyn hurriedly tried to hold it up, but his clothes were accidentally ignited.

Emlyn, who was afraid of fire, rolled on the ground without caring about his image, wailing as he put out the flames.

However, the bad luck was not over yet, as he saw the chandelier above his head loosen a little... Five minutes later, the scene was in a mess, and Emlyn's body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, but he was still not seriously injured.

At this moment, he laughed out loud. He was absolutely sure that the ancestor was guiding him, and he was absolutely sure that he was the strong man who had experienced the seven levels of solitude.

Then, Emlyn tidied up his tattered clothes, walked to Lewis, and stretched out his hand:
"Emlyn White, I am a noble vampire. You can call me Mr. Emlyn."

Lewis shook hands with Emlyn, opened his pocket watch, glanced at it anxiously, and said:

"In fact, I also bear a heavy fate, and now I must rush back to save someone."

Emlyn did not waste Lewis' time. He threw a bottle of potion to Lewis and said:

"Give him this bottle of medicine first. After I've dealt with the old man here, I'll go and treat him myself."

Lewis agreed and left his home address. He took the medicine, took the fastest subway, and arrived home half an hour later.

The study had long been sealed by a sealed spiritual wall, and Miss Elana was guarding the witch Shirley.

Shirley frowned hard. She was seriously injured and blood was still oozing out at a slow rate.

As if she heard a voice, she opened her eyes with all her strength and shouted to Lewis:
“Save…save me, I can…help you do anything.”

Lewis fed the medicine prepared by Emlyn to the other party. He could sense that the witch was temporarily out of danger.

"Ms. Elana, I will give you the characteristics of the serial killer in the evening. Now I have some things to do."

After settling the witch down, Lewis entered the bathroom and walked four steps backwards into the gray fog.

He placed the dagger he had obtained earlier in front of him and wrote down the divination statement:
"How to use this dagger."

Leaning against the chair and falling asleep, Lewis passed through the pure white in front of him and saw the dark corridor.

The witch poured her strength into the dagger and swung it with force. In an instant, a storm rushed out and broke the wall.

One screen turn:
In front of me was an ugly man, his body squirming, his mouth opened and he shouted silent words, and then blood and flesh exploded.

The witch held the dagger across her chest, and a wall appeared in front of her, blocking the impact of the explosion. However, a deep gully had been blown into the ground in front of the witch.

Waking up from his sleep, Lewis set about building a file.

Name: Dusk Dagger

Guardian Shield (Ability 1): Infuse power into the dagger and use the side to block, which can summon an unbreakable wall. It is rarely broken by those below the high sequence. Even if it is hit by artillery, it can block it as long as it is not concentrated fire.

Light Storm (Ability 2): After infusing it with power, swing it hard and a storm will sweep in the specified direction. It can directly destroy the human body, and can also eliminate resentful souls and evil spirits.

Side effects: Just holding it will cause severe pain in the body. The more you use it, the more blurred your mind becomes, and you will gradually become crazy.

(End of this chapter)