Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 38 The Witch of Pain
On the right side of the room, in the corner of the pillar, a graceful dancer gradually came into view. She was wearing an assassin's suit that fit her body tightly and a delicate and small sun hat woven with vines.

"What do you want to do? Ms. Sera, I thought our grudge was over." Lewis used the characteristics of the machine to suppress the fear deep in his heart and asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He hoped that Sera would be cautious; after all, he had boasted that he was a member of the Nighthawks.

Although the Witch Church is powerful, it is just a secret organization. In the Kingdom of Loen, secret organizations cannot compete with the power of the orthodox church.

Killing a superhuman from the Nighthawks is a very risky thing, and no secret organization would be willing to take the risk of retaliation if there is not enough profit to motivate them.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just miss Mr. Lewis. Doesn't Mr. Lewis miss me?" At the end of Sera's finger, the nearly transparent silk thread controlled Lewis' body, which forced Lewis to endure the unbearable desire, and the desire became stronger and stronger.

Lewis activated his psychic vision, and the witch Sera's astral body now showed a brighter red, brighter than when he first met her. This showed that Sera's magic potion had been further absorbed during this period of time.

It is very likely that Sera has completely digested the Sequence 6 potion and reached the standard for advancement to Sequence 5.

As the witch Sera approached, Lewis suddenly had an idea and thought of something.

"You want to be promoted to the next sequence, Witch of Pain?" Lewis forced himself to steady himself, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked in a condescending manner.

The more dangerous the situation is, the more you need to remain calm, which may help to scare the other party.

Sera stopped walking. She stood less than one meter away from Lewis. Her red lips looked bright red and charming. She said, "Mr. Lewis knows a lot. The next sequence of pleasure is pain. I only knew this a year ago."

"I know more than that. I even know that you need me to help you complete the promotion ceremony." Lewis tried hard to dig out his not-so-good memory. He hoped to find more useful information and use it to shock Sera.

I vaguely remember that the original novel did not mention the promotion ceremony for the Witch of Pain, but there was no doubt that to be promoted from Sequence Six to Sequence Five, not only potions were needed, but also a corresponding promotion ceremony.

For example, when Klein was promoted to Sequence 5, he needed the help of the mermaid’s singing to balance the side effects of the potion, otherwise his spiritual thread would be corroded by the potion.

Judging from the fact that Sera came to find me late at night, the ritual she needed might be related to me, and Sera did not seem dangerous, which also showed that the promotion ritual of the Witch of Pain was not to kill a person.

"Since you know the real ritual, you should know that I really have no ill will towards you. This matter will not be bad for both of us. It will be quick." Sera smiled lightly. She took back the silk thread from Lewis' hand, and her green fingers stroked Lewis' face without using the witch's ability again.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. Without the control of the silk thread, his mind immediately became much clearer. Only if he was clear enough could he gain a certain initiative in the confrontation with the witch.

"You are now Sequence 6, and I am Sequence 7. With my own abilities, I can barely guarantee that you won't kill me, but your promotion to Sequence 5 will break this balance." Lewis took off his hat and placed it on the coffee table. While bragging, he added, "I can help you, but I need a guarantee, a guarantee of absolute safety!"

"How can we guarantee that?" Sera's fingers paused in mid-air, and she looked straight at Lewis.

After the other party's reminder, she didn't dare to push too hard. After all, she was only here to seek the promotion ceremony. In addition, if she had a bad relationship with Lewis now, it would not be conducive to the promotion ceremony. This ceremony required the other party's perfect cooperation.

"A contract, a contract made by a notary. I believe that with Ms. Sera's ability, it won't be too difficult to get the contract." Lewis pretended to be calm in order to show that he really had the ability to fight against the witch Sera.

"I can agree to your condition, but in return, I hope Mr. Lewis won't play tricks." Sera's face darkened and he warned.

"Don't worry, I am well-known for my integrity even among the Nighthawks." Lewis said in a deep voice: "Also, prepare one thousand pounds as the price for my promotion for you."

As Serra disappeared, Lewis sat quietly on the cedar chair until a minute later, when he tossed a coin and saw the head facing up. Lewis slumped on the chair and let out a long breath.

"What exactly is the ascension ceremony of the Witch of Pain?" Lewis tried to pick up the pistol, but his hands were shaking and he failed to pick it up several times.

If the promotion to Sequence Five is to neutralize the side effects of the potion, then what are the side effects of the pain potion?
Lewis didn't know, and due to insufficient prerequisites, he couldn't find out through divination. All he could do was wait for Sera to bring the contract.

……

Finally, the day of the Tarot Club arrived. Lewis took a carriage to the Goddess Church as usual and asked the priest for a separate room for prayer.

Sitting on the chair on the fir tree, Lewis gradually calmed down. When three o'clock came, a deep red suddenly broke out in front of his eyes.

When the crimson faded, the world before them was gray fog. Klein was sitting at the head of a long table. He gently tapped the bronze tabletop with his fingertips.

This was Klein's habitual action, the purpose of which was to make it easier to open his clairvoyance under the watchful eyes of the Tarot Club members.

Lewis discovered the difference in this gathering. In addition to Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man, there was another figure at the scene this time, and judging from his body shape, he should be a teenager.

Lewis naturally knew that this young man came from the City of Silver. His name was Derrick Berg. He was a man with a special desire for the sun, and his title was also the Sun.

"This is a new member, named 'Sun'." Klein said in a steady voice.

After introducing Derrick, Klein introduced the members of the Tarot Club to him, "Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and... Mr. Destiny."

When mentioning Mr. Fate, Klein couldn't help but want to complain about his dissatisfaction. Thanks to Mr. Fate's followers, their Tarot Club has become a secret organization in the eyes of the Goddess Church and has been reported to the Holy Temple.

Being targeted by the church is not a good thing. After all, the highest leader of the Tarot Society is only Sequence Nine, a fortune teller who has just digested a potion.

(End of this chapter)