Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 33 About 31 pounds

Lewis ignored the half-crazy supernatural being. He looked around the underground trading market, looking for the stall that actually sold supernatural materials.

Following his excellent inspiration, Lewis found a unique shop that he had reason to believe had extraordinary materials.

Of course, the types of extraordinary materials sold here must be limited, only those officially recognized.

The boss is an old gentleman wearing a half-high silk top hat, a black tuxedo, and a black cloak, which makes him look very mystical.

"I want some extraordinary items, truly extraordinary items." Lewis walked closer and reminded.

"Extraordinary items? Then you have found the right person. I have real extraordinary items here, such as this talisman that can avoid disasters. It has been blessed by the goddess..." The shop owner took out a pure silver talisman and recommended it.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times and saw that the pure silver charm did not show any special features. He twitched his mouth and couldn't help but sigh that the boss was so bold that he dared to deceive him, a real extraordinary person.

If it weren't for Mr. Swain's sake, he really wanted to give the boss a silver ring, then shout the word "fate", and then sit aside and wait to see the punishment of fate.

“Maybe I didn’t ask clearly enough, but I hope you won’t deceive me with useless things.” Lewis reflected on himself and asked again in a deep voice: “Do you have a formula here? The formula to become a transcendent.”

When the shop owner heard the word "recipe", his face darkened. He tapped his chest five times with trembling fingers. It was obvious that he was a fake believer of the goddess.

“Goddess, how could I have those contraband items here?” The shop owner looked directly at Lewis and said in a firm tone.

“Well, maybe I shouldn’t ask this question.” Lewis sighed. He always felt that the shop owner should have some real stuff, otherwise he wouldn’t react so strongly.

"I'll just look around for now. It will take some time for me to digest the 'machine' potion, which gives me enough time to prepare."

"By the way, the Tarot Club will begin in a few days. By then, I will have a follower..."

Lewis couldn't help but curl his lips. Although there were very few truly extraordinary materials on the black market, there were indeed quite a few ritual items and general items. Lewis bought some symbolically so that he could use them during the ceremony.

Suddenly, Lewis felt a pair of eyes staring at him, and he looked to his right rear.

"Mr. Lewis, aren't you going to Wharton Mansion tonight? I really wanted to see you last night." Sera wore a top hat with a wide brim and a brightly colored feather on it. She looked at Lewis with ambiguity and teasing in her eyes.

"No, I haven't been feeling well lately, and the doctor advised me to drink more milk and do less strenuous exercise." Lewis declined politely. Before his identity was revealed, they could be a guest and a dancer. After his identity was revealed, he was really afraid that Sera would get excited one day and activate her assassin's ability when he was excited.

The Triss he defeated that day was an important believer of the Witch Church, and he almost took Triss's life if Sera had not appeared in time.

This was an insult that even the official organization could not swallow, let alone the witch who was good at cursing and revenge.

"But I think Mr. Lewis is very healthy." Sera came to the stall and discussed the price of the goods with the owner selling fairy flowers. Her tone was charming, and she quickly got the owner to give her a 50% discount.

Lewis took the opportunity to leave. He didn't understand what Ms. Sera wanted to do. It seemed that the other party didn't care much about Triss's life or death.

Returning to the Dragon Bar along the same route, Lewis saw the two burly men playing billiard again. One of them seemed very surprised to see Lewis come out, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Another burly man who was closer to the "seed player" patted his companion on the shoulder. The companion was very reluctant and walked to Lewis and asked, "Sir, do you want to... play a game of billiards?" Lewis raised his mouth slightly and asked, "The kind with bets?"

"Oh... of course!" The burly man who was speaking was unwilling to bet with Lewis, but thinking of Mr. Swain's instructions, he had to grit his teeth and agree.

"You start first." Lewis took off his hat and coat and challenged the two men.

The burly man who was in charge of playing with Lewis had a bitter face. He had a perfect start and scored five goals in a row, but he didn't score all of them at once...

Lewis got all the points again. Although he didn't know why these two fools gave him money, it was a good opportunity.

Half an hour later, Mr. Swain came back from outside. The burly man who was playing ball with Lewis forced out an ugly smile. He watched Lewis score the last goal and hurriedly said, "No more ball today. This is thirty pounds."

Lewis shrugged. He was in a good mood. He took the money and left the Dragon Bar.

The burly man who played basketball with Lewis came up to Swain and said, "Mr. Swain, we held Lewis back as you said. Now that you're back, you have to reimburse us for the money we lost!"

Swain was in a good mood. He had just consulted old Neil from the Nighthawks for divination. Lewis had written down a real potion formula. If given to Admisor, it would definitely free Admisor from his semi-crazy state.

Before leaving the bar, he asked the gatekeeper of the underground market to keep an eye on Lewis, so that if Lewis's formula was fake, he could find him first.

"How much money did you lose?" Swain asked as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"About... 31 pounds in total." The burly man included the initial one pound bet and emphasized.

“31 pounds?” Swain crushed the glass in his hand and roared, “It’s only been an hour since I left, and your IQ is lower than that of a curly-haired baboon?”

……

In the morning, Lewis rushed to Khoi University where Mr. Azik was as agreed. Today was the time to help Mr. Azik recover his memory.

As agreed, he will explore the town of Durham with Mr. Azik.

Well, I will also bring along Klein who is doing "archaeological research".

Lewis paid two pence for a public coach and rushed to Hoy University.

Walking into the empty Hoy University, Lewis found the history department office with ease and met Professor Azik who was arguing with Senior Associate Professor Cohen.

"Teacher Azik, Senior Associate Professor Cohen." Lewis took off his hat and saluted.

“You are such a polite young man.” Senior Associate Professor Cohen nodded to Lewis, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

(End of this chapter)