Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 257: News from the Witch

In the tall palace that looked like a giant's residence, Lewis stood under the light gate, prepared the items needed for the spiritual ceremony, and chanted the prayer:
“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord;
Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang God;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. "

After reciting the name of the Lord of Mysteries, Lewis immediately stated his request:
"I beg you, I beg you to let me communicate with the spirits of the dead inside the altar."

As the voice fell, an illusory soul figure floated out from Gavin's body. The figure was so solid that Lewis even had the illusion of seeing a real person.

Unlike the empty and numb eyes he had encountered before, this illusory figure had sharp eyes, as if there was still hatred in them.

Lewis walked forward facing the terrifying look and reached his hand into the spirit.

Suddenly, his palm paused for a moment. The demigod's spirit was even more powerful than he had imagined, and his palm even felt a little sluggish when it sank into it.

"The tomb of George III..."

After silently reciting the divination sentence seven times, Lewis closed his eyes, and the scene he saw a few days ago appeared in front of him:
There were dead branches and leaves all over the ground, and bare trees above their heads. Several slaves, tied up, walked forward and went into the cave.

Entering the cave, you will see a carved stone staircase in front of you. The rough surface has no aesthetic appeal at all, and the only sound you can hear is "ding-dong-dong", the sound of metal hitting stone.

There are countless carved holes on both sides of the stairs, with candles burning in the holes, and the light of the candles illuminates the surroundings.

The candlelight brought some light to the dim cave. Walking down, the view suddenly became clear and a pointed-roof building like a pyramid came into view.

"Sure enough, this is one of the tombs of George III."

With the help of dream divination, Lewis continued to look towards the belly of the cave. The mausoleum gradually revealed its full appearance. The slaves busy in the dark showed their skinny faces, adding bricks and tiles to the mausoleum with numb expressions.

Following the slaves into the mausoleum, Lewis saw the magnificent architecture, exquisite murals, and the tomb full of mysterious beauty prepared by George III.

The picture suddenly broke off, Lewis opened his eyes, and saw the floating spirit again.

"Is this the end? A demigod only knows this much news?" Lewis pulled his hand out of the spirit in disappointment. George III had taken very good protective measures for the mausoleums. Even his demigod subordinates only knew about one of them.

However, he did not see any signs of the witch sect's activities in this mausoleum, nor did he see any women.

"The deal with the Witch Cult..."

Lewis silently recited the divination sentence again, closed his eyes and tried to find more information.

The picture reappeared:

This is an ordinary house in the Cherwood district. A beautiful woman sits opposite Gavin. Her beauty is so extraordinary that it makes people want to take it.

Strangely, Lewis felt a sense of familiarity with this woman.

The woman held a porcelain cup filled with black tea in her hand and said calmly:

“Don’t worry, we will give you a very important witch as a hostage, her name is Triss.

Correspondingly, since you proposed cooperation, you must also give us enough sincerity, otherwise, how can I trust you? "Gavin stood up, looked at the woman with disdain, and said in a deep voice: "Prince Edsak, I believe this hostage has enough weight."

"I admire the royal family's approach. His Majesty the King will surely achieve his wish." The woman hesitated for a moment. She smiled and said seductively, "Happy cooperation!"

The scene changed, and after that, Gavin met the witch several more times, and they only exchanged a few words each time.

Suddenly, a scene caught Lewis' attention. In Gavin's residence, a witch in a cloak appeared from the darkness. Her figure flashed by, and her voice was cold:

"Mr. Gavin, we need a catastrophe to cover up our failure. Otherwise, the Orthodox Church will come knocking on our door sooner or later..."

Lewis came out of the dream, with countless questions flashing through his mind. He was almost certain that he definitely knew the witch in the last scene. She was the dancer Cherry, whom he often visited when he was in Tingen City.

"Wasn't Cherry investigating missing persons cases before? Logically, her position should be against the Witch Cult and George III, so why did she become a member of the Witch Cult?
We must contact Triss. Cherry is a witch trained by Triss. Triss should know something."

Lewis removed the ceremony, and his body instantly appeared on the golden nanmu chair, tapping the table and thinking continuously.

The witches seen in dream divination all belong to the witch sect. If you can find one of them, you can most likely find the headquarters of the witch church.

“Especially the first witch. She is qualified to negotiate with the demigods, so her status in the witch sect must be quite high.

As long as I can find her, I will definitely be able to dig out the layout of the Witch Cult in Backlund, and even find Ince Zangwill easily."

Suddenly, Lewis felt his body sink, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already on the big bed in the room.

……

The chimneys in the distance were emitting thick black smoke, and men and women in dirty and torn clothes were wandering the streets, moving their bodies like zombies.

Outside the door of the workhouse, there was a long queue, and the eyes of these people were full of numbness and pain.

This was the East District of Backlund. Even though many people had died in the smog, scenes like this could still be seen everywhere.

A lady wearing gauze leaned her head out of the carriage, took out a coin and bought a newspaper on the street.

The newspaper boy stared at the lady for a few more seconds and uttered an unclear exclamation.

Triss looked at a corner of the newspaper, and a piece of news caught her attention:

"The wealthy businessman Gavin Lambert was attacked at home last night and disappeared. His whereabouts are unknown."

After a brief shock, Triss slowly raised the corners of her mouth. No one would easily break into a demigod's home and attack, except for that madman, Leonardo Dicaprio.

“This is really exciting news. Mr. Leonardo has the strength to fight against demigods.

Perhaps I should give Mr. Leonardo more information, so that he can get the items he wants and, by the way, help me complete my revenge."

She originally didn't believe that Leonardo could bring much trouble to the Witch Cult, but now it seems that as long as she makes good use of Leonardo, it is not impossible to kill Ms. Despair.

(End of this chapter)