Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 67 Mr. A
As Lewis blew the Azik copper whistle, a skeleton messenger about four meters tall emerged from under the floor. The messenger leaned forward in front of Lewis and stretched out its claws.

"Every time I deliver a letter, I feel anxious and worried. You can never guess which messenger will deliver the letter today. It's like opening a blind box." Lewis silently complained about this group of skeleton messengers in his heart. He handed the written letter to the other party and suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking downstairs.

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It was already completely dark, and Blau was resting on the sofa.

Along with the sound of the copper whistle, he felt a chill coming over him, which subconsciously made him activate his spiritual vision.

I saw a huge monster crawling out from the ground. It was nearly four meters tall, and the upper part of its body had already passed through the ceiling of the first floor. Its huge bony hand seemed able to crush me to death easily.

"escape!"

After just one look at the bone monster, Blau immediately made a decision. Judging from its size and aura, the level of the bone monster must not be too low and it was not something he could deal with.

“I really don’t know why Lewis would offend such a guy. He is my first student and the key to my promotion to Sequence Five. But now he has offended the wrong guy, and I can only wish him good luck.” Blau muttered to himself as he fled the detective agency and watched from afar.

After a minute, Blau found that the cold breath disappeared, and Lewis seemed to be still in the room. He instantly understood something.

"The monster just now was a messenger."

Pulling a coin from his pocket, Blau bounced it up, and it was not until he saw George III smiling at him that he realized he had made a mistake.

"The messenger is of such an exaggerated size. Lewis mentioned that there is a person beyond demigod behind him. That messenger should be that person. He is indeed an existence beyond demigod. This can be judged from the size of the messenger." Blau pressed his hat. He had to think about how to explain to Lewis when he returned that he ran away because of fear.

Suddenly, Blau missed his step and fell into the sewer.

It was more than ten minutes later when Blau returned to the detective agency. His clothes were tattered and gave off a special stench that only belonged to the sewer.

"Good evening, Lewis. Backlund's night is so fascinating." Seeing Lewis coming downstairs, Blau threw his top hat on the coat rack calmly.

"Backlund's night?" Lewis looked out the window.

The night in Backlund was very different from that in Tingen. Due to the haze, he could only see the hazy moon and a few stars.

There is no doubt that Backlund's night is not at all entertaining, except for the streetwalkers soliciting business.

"Well... I mean... I'm in a good mood because I'm about to get promoted." Blau explained guiltily.

"I wish you a promotion soon." Lewis wished sincerely, and in order to save money, he turned off the gas light.

“By the way, you have to pay for the broken glass.” Lewis seemed to suddenly remember something and added while standing on the stairs.

……

In the afternoon, Lewis, who had no business, changed his clothes and went out to a house in Queens. According to the information provided by Alger, he knocked on the door.

This is where Mr. A organizes gatherings.

"Squeak."

The main door slowly opened, and Lewis saw a number of people sitting scattered inside the house. Some of them were trying to cover their faces in various ways, such as using hoods and masks, while others didn't care and frankly exposed their facial features.

Lewis naturally would not choose to expose his appearance in such an occasion. He put on a mask prepared in advance and then walked in with Blau.

Almost the moment he entered, Lewis noticed the man in a black robe sitting on the single sofa. The man also wore a hood, hiding his face in the shadows. He stared at the visitor quietly and silently, giving people a sense of looking down from a high position.

"It's Mr. A, the organizer of this party, the messenger of the Aurora Society, a believer of the true Creator, and a Sequence Five strongman." Lewis's mind naturally emerged with information about Mr. A, but he didn't care and walked into the house on his own.

After adjusting to the light of the gas lamp for a while, Lewis saw two blackboards standing in the front, on which the needs of the party members were written.

As people from the party arrived one after another, Lewis sensed a familiar feeling, and he looked towards the two ladies sitting at the coffee table.

One of the ladies was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a beige, ruffled stand-up collar dress, with slightly curly brown hair, and holding a cigarette in her hand.

The other lady was only about 1.5 meters tall, but had delicate and soft features and messy, rough shoulder-length blond hair.

"It should be Xio and Miss Fors. The reason why I noticed them should be thanks to the magical item on Fors, which belongs to the Abraham family and has the ability of a 'gate'."

Lewis did not go to see Hugh and Fors again. He wrote down his needs on a piece of paper and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter took the note and asked everyone at the scene one by one. After a while, he had a lot of similar notes in his hand.

"It's the crystal snake scales you want. I have them here." After waiting for about ten minutes, a lady followed the waiter and found Lewis.

Lewis thought for a moment and asked, “What is your expected price?”

He was not worried about fakes appearing at the party because Mr. A would be responsible for these issues and the other party would not allow fakes to appear in the trading market.

Moreover, he can also determine the authenticity of an item through divination.

"720 pounds, that's the reserve price!" the lady replied in a high-pitched voice.

"Deal!" Lewis immediately handed over the money and took the crystal snake scales packaged in a lead box.

Although Sequence 7 extraordinary materials were a bit expensive and even almost consumed all of his family assets, as long as he was promoted, he would be able to live a lucky life.

After the transaction was completed, Lewis kept an eye on the transactions on the spot to see if there were any useful magical items that he could buy. However, until Mr. A announced that it was time for a break, Lewis had not seen any practical magical items.

"This shows that the number of magical items is still too rare. This is normal. After all, there are too few wild 'craftsmen' and most of them are under the control of the church." Lewis couldn't help but think.

Suddenly, Lewis saw a man not far from him lift up his clothes. He said proudly, "Yes, this is the mystical writing invented by Emperor Roselle. They have special powers when combined together. These symbols are exactly what I saw in a noble's house and asked a tattoo artist to do."

"Do you feel any difference after getting these tattoos?" asked a woman whose face was covered.

"Of course! I feel like I'm even stronger in that area!" The man puffed out his chest.

Lewis couldn't help but curl his lips. He saw two simplified Chinese characters tattooed on the man's back - mentally retarded.

By the way, I did some trading with py before.

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