Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 29 Witness of Fate

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lewis is a transcendent of a high level. Judging from your performance, you must be a lucky man who was passed by destiny. You have even digested the potion." Sera smiled faintly. She fiddled with the silk thread in her hand easily. Every time she fiddled with it, an expression of happiness and pain appeared on Lewis' face.

"If we were on the velvet bed in Wharton Mansion right now, I would be very happy to see you, Ms. Sera." Lewis stuffed the pistol into the gun bag. He was extremely panicked, not only because the pistol was out of bullets, but also because he was now facing a Sequence 6 transcendent.

Not to mention facing Sequence 6, even when facing Triss at Sequence 7, Lewis consumed two lucky charms, and both of these lucky charms had the best effect, which enabled him to not fall behind in a short period of time.

But if Vantris had thrown away the talisman he gave her, or if he had not used the lucky charm, he would definitely not have been the winner just now.

"Me too, Mr. Lewis. I am impressed by your strength." Sera chuckled and said in a deep voice, "But I can't let you kill Triss. She is very important."

Lewis spread her hands. She certainly knew that Triss was important. After all, this lady was the vessel for the advent of the original witch Chick.

Although he was terrified deep down inside, Lewis used the characteristics of the machine to show his calmness and seriousness, hoping that this would scare Sera, otherwise he would really have to use the fraud spell today.

"I'm just here to stop the ceremony. You know, as a member of the Nighthawks, I have an obligation to stop some extraordinary events. However, my captain and the others are already waiting nearby. I believe Triss will be caught soon." Lewis calculated the time closely. He hoped that he would be lucky enough to deceive Sera with a lame lie.

"I think this makes sense." Sera did not argue. She retracted the silk thread and disappeared completely into nothingness.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. The lame lie deceived Sera. Fortunately, it deceived Sera, otherwise he would be in danger.

After confirming Sera's departure using divination, Lewis entered the two-story blue building where Triss lived.

Walking into the first floor, the cold wind that was so cold that it would freeze people was blowing non-stop, and invisible and transparent figures wandered around blankly and numbly. However, as Lewis opened the door, the cold wind blew in all directions, and those figures were scattered in all directions with the wind.

Lewis knew that those invisible figures should be the lifespans collected by Triss. Now that the evil ritual had been broken, those figures should disappear.

He waited quietly for the figures to leave the altar and sighed silently.

"If someone could have discovered Triss's plan in advance, then wouldn't those people have to die? However, it's meaningless to lament about this now. I can only choose to be an indifferent witness to fate, just like a numb machine."

The dead cannot be resurrected, but those who are not dead yet and are being deprived of their remaining life should get better quickly.

As Lewis made his summary, he felt his spirit cheering again, and the machine potion digested further, now nearly three quarters of it had been digested.

"In three weeks at most, I will be able to completely digest the machine potion and qualify for advancement to Sequence Seven." Lewis couldn't help but feel satisfied with his digestion progress. It was time for him to look for the potion formula for 'Lucky Man'.

"Wait for the next Tarot meeting to be held and tell them that I have a follower who wants to meet a great figure in the School of Life..."

Lewis smiled. It was a good feeling to have dependents. He could brag about his own status and use his dependent status to do some unknown things freely.

He looked around the room. There were no valuable items left, only some ritual items that Triss hadn't had time to take away.

Lewis put the ritual items into the bag he carried with him, and even rolled up the curtains and sheets. After all, this kind of robbery does not happen often.

All in all, Lewis only got items worth less than ten pounds, which was not a satisfactory result. He threw out a few tarot cards and found Mr. Fool to take the blame. …

At the bottom of Iron Cross Street, a lady with a black scar at the corner of her eye was lying on the bed. Last night, when she returned to her room, she suddenly felt a sudden pain in her lungs.

Remembering the advice of the gentleman who had given her ten solis, she began to regret it. If she had gone to the workhouse to treat her lungs, would the pain have been less severe?
After struggling for nearly a day, the lady with the black scar at the corner of her eye suffered increasingly severe symptoms. Her vision began to blur and objects in the room appeared double.

Finally, she set her sights on her husband with a broken leg, on her child who was so ragged and thin that her ribs could be seen, and on the pile of unwashed clothes that had to be returned the next day.

She seemed to have seen the end of her family. After her death, her husband and children would be kicked out of their home because they had no money to pay the rent, and eventually starve to death on the streets.

The lady used up her last bit of strength to call the girl to come over to her. She reached out and stroked her face, which had turned yellow due to malnutrition. She forced an ugly smile, her eyes filled with tears, and she kept saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Suddenly, she felt her body lighten, her lung symptoms were alleviated a lot, and her strength returned.

"Praise the goddess!" The lady felt that this must be the blessing of the goddess of night, and she quickly tapped four times on her chest to outline the crimson moon.

……

Night has arrived, and the rushing Tussock River has turned into darkness, as if it wants to swallow up the surrounding buildings.

Klein had already divined that the evil ritual was related to a blue building by the river with an empty garden, just like in a ghost story.

While thinking about exploring the castle with Mr. Azik the day after tomorrow, Klein was looking for the room in his dream. He really wanted to know what Mr. Azik would look like after recovering his memory, so he made up a lie so that he could go with him.

"It's right here!" When he saw the blue two-story building, Klein's inspiration immediately realized that this was the place in his dream.

"Klein, go back and call the captain." Leonard said as they approached the target location.

He knew that at this time Klein was just a rookie who had just started fighting, and the opponent in the blue building would be a very ferocious opponent with extraordinary abilities.

“Wait, let me tell your fortune for you.” Klein flicked up the coin and silently recited the divination phrase. When the coin finally fell, the king’s head was facing up.

After confirming that the operation would go smoothly, Klein got on the carriage with peace of mind and rushed to the Blackthorn Security Company.

The poet Leonard and the corpse collector Fry carefully surrounded the house. Leonard noticed bloodstains around the outside of the garden, which meant that a battle had taken place here before they arrived.

"Leonard, what's going on here? I don't sense any evil aura." Approaching the second-floor blue building, the corpse collector Frye whispered.

"No matter what, we still have to wait for the captain to come." Leonard did not let his guard down. He had already noticed the abnormalities around the house.

(End of this chapter)