Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 32 The Taste of Decadence

"If I remember correctly, this is your first time here. What's going on?"

It was not until he entered the billiard room that Lewis was stopped by a burly man holding a billiard cue. The burly man looked at Lewis with a slight warning in his words. Another burly man also stared at Lewis with a slight vigilance in his eyes.

The underground trading market is not difficult to enter, but not everyone can enter. Lewis guessed that these two people should be equivalent to auditors, and they will let in as long as their identities are confirmed to be correct.

"I'm looking for Mr. Swain. I think I have a big business to discuss with him." Lewis took off his hat and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He had very little money, or even very little, but Swain had taken in a "monster", so perhaps the other party could buy the potion formula that the "monster" passed by at a high price.

"Mr. Swain?" The burly man who blocked the road frowned. He handed the club in his hand to Lewis and said, "Play a round with me. The bet is one pound. Mr. Swain will be here soon."

As the gatekeepers of the underground trading market, betting with newcomers is their usual practice. They can always make some money from this opportunity, and Mr. Swain does not object.

Lewis nodded. He thought this should be a test. After all, Mr. Swain was an extraordinary person and not everyone could meet him.

"I'll tee off first." Lewis was not polite. He picked up the cue, and the moment he saw the balls on the table, the paths of each ball immediately emerged in his mind. This is the characteristic of "precise calculation".

After finishing all the shots, Lewis put down the club in front of the other party's surprised eyes, flexed his wrist, and asked, "Can I see Mr. Swain now?"

The burly man was stunned for a moment, then he took out a one-pound note and slapped it on the edge of the table. This was a real master, and losing a pound should be regarded as a lesson.

"Another game? You start first this time." Lewis didn't expect the other party to actually give him money. He took the pound of banknotes without hesitation and immediately became interested in betting on football.

"Mr. Swain will be here soon." The burly man didn't give Lewis a good look. He put down the cue and slowly rearranged the billiard balls.

By the time the burly man had set up the balls, Mr. Swain had walked in from the small door at the back of the billiard room. He was wearing a naval officer's uniform, had messy brown hair, and reeked strongly of alcohol.

"You have something to talk to me about? Young man, I hope your matter is important enough, otherwise I will consider teaching you a lesson!" Swain said in a deep voice. He was very dissatisfied with Lewis for being interrupted from drinking.

"Do you really want me to say it here?" Lewis suddenly became more inspired. This can be regarded as a kind of communication between extraordinary people. Of course, it is only for those extraordinary people who are more sensitive.

Swain felt a hint from his spirit. He could not help but re-examine the young man in front of him and said softly, "Follow me."

Through the small door at the back of the billiard room, you can see many intricate rooms. Swain invited Lewis into one of them and lit the gas lamp in the room.

"I understand that you are a more powerful transcendent than me. You know, I am not good at inspiration." Swain's tone softened a little, and he asked again: "Now, can you tell me about the important matter?"

Looking at the flickering flame of the gas lamp and the other party's solemn expression, Lewis was overwhelmed by the sudden seriousness. He maintained his "machine" acting state and said in a deep voice; "Actually, I want to sell you a potion formula. The name of Sequence Nine is 'Monster'."

"Monster, how did you know I wanted the monster potion?" Swain blurted out. It was the first time he met Lewis, but Lewis knew him very well and even knew that he wanted the 'monster' potion. This approach clearly belonged to the School of Life. "How much do you plan to sell this formula for?" After a moment of silence, Swain asked in a solemn tone.

"220 pounds. I think you should know the value of the formula. It's a good deal to exchange 220 pounds for an extraordinary subordinate." Lewis smiled indifferently and tried to convince the other party.

“180 pounds! This is my final price.” Swain’s face darkened and he said in a cold voice, “It takes a lot to judge the authenticity of a formula. This is the highest price I can afford.”

Of course, the price might not be very high, because he could ask old Neil for divination, as long as he was willing to waive some of the interest for the old guy.

"Okay." Lewis agreed calmly. He had already prepared himself mentally. After all, Tingen City lacked the necessary notaries, so it was a bit troublesome to verify the authenticity of the formula.

Lewis wrote down the potion formula and handed it to Swain. Swain put away the formula and forced a smile on his wrinkled old face.

"Welcome to the underground trading market, Mr. Lewis." Swain said enthusiastically.

Lewis shook hands with Swain and asked, "Do you have any deals on potion formulas?"

"How could there be a trade of potion formulas here!" Swain said with certainty: "You have to know that many formulas are strictly controlled by organizations and officials. I don't want to attract those people."

Lewis nodded. This made perfect sense. After all, Mr. Swain was an official extraordinary person. If he openly sold potion formulas in the underground market, local forces would have investigated him long ago.

Lewis had no expectations for this place in the first place. He calmly walked through the doors one after another and finally arrived at the underground trading market.

As soon as he stepped in here, he felt a strange phenomenon on the left. Someone was whispering something, and the other person inspired him.

Guessing that the other person should be the "monster" of the bar, Lewis turned his head and saw a pale young man wearing a worn linen shirt and gray-blue trousers. This person was Admisol, a born "monster".

After making eye contact, Admisol walked over, his eyes wide open with bloodshot eyes, and laughed crazily.

"Haha, the smell of depravity! Depravity... and disgusting!"

Lewis smiled faintly, it was not surprising that he had the smell of corruption on him. After all, he had tasted the taste of the witch more than once, and it was inevitable that he would be tainted with some of the witch's smell during this period.

Although he was affected by the magical items in his body, there is no doubt that his behavior was corrupt, and the witch was also corrupt.

Dodging Admisor, Lewis walked towards the stalls in the trading market.

Suddenly, Ademisol collapsed to the ground, his body twitching, and he suddenly felt a brief desire that was not supposed to belong to him...

(End of this chapter)