Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 89 Guilt

All day long, Lewis didn't dare to use any supernatural powers, including going out to pick up money.

Of course, he didn't dare to perform any extraordinary rituals.

Although he had confirmed that those official extraordinary people had left, he could not guarantee that there were no eyes watching them within his range.

As dusk approached, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency and prepared to spend some money on Miss Tifana.

Taking a double-decker tram, Lewis went to the nearby Eros Center and entered it.

In the dim light of gas lamps, the pink carpet and curtains highlight the ambiguous atmosphere, and the low-status dancers wear exaggerated bunny girl costumes to attract customers.

"I'm looking for Miss Tifana." Lewis found the waiter and said to him.

The waiter led the way respectfully. As Miss Tifana was one of the top dancers in the Eros Center, her guests naturally needed special care.

In the Eros Center, dancers at Miss Tifana’s level have a special name—Venus.

It seems that in the ancient myth of Intis, Venus is still the goddess of love and beauty.

"Just like the dancers at Wharton Mansion, high-ranking dancers can no longer be regarded as simple dancers. They are the celebrities of a certain city."

Lewis secretly complained about these dancers in his heart. With an additional title, their value could increase dozens or hundreds of times, and they even had the right to refuse to receive guests.

Following the waiter to Miss Tifana's room, Lewis saw a man who had just pushed open Miss Tifana's boudoir, led by another waiter.

"How embarrassing! As a ladybug, I am very unlucky to meet another ladybug." Lewis used his "machine characteristics" to suppress the slight changes in his expression. He gave the gentleman an awkward but polite smile.

"Are you here to see Miss Tifana too?" the gentleman asked with a barely perceptible anger on his face.

"Miss Tifana's beauty is well-known far and wide. I don't think this is anything to be surprised about." Lewis spread his hands. He felt even more embarrassed when the other party asked this.

"Mr. Lewis, Baron Bolton, I'm sorry, I can only entertain one more guest." Walking into the boudoir, Miss Tifana, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, first showed an expression of surprise, and then frowned her elegant and charming brows, looking quite embarrassed.

“This is not Miss Tifana’s fault. I think I can play a game of Roselle chess with this gentleman to decide who will spend the night with Miss Tifana today.” Baron Bolton was like a warm and caring gentleman. He hung his top hat on the coat rack and looked at Lewis with confidence.

Lewis's desire to fight was also aroused, and along with it, his sexual desires and a sense of vanity.

Realizing something was wrong, he took the opportunity to activate his psychic vision, through which he saw that Miss Tifana's astral body took on an unusual color.

"Ms. Tifana is a transcendent. My psychic vision can easily see through the astral body, which means she is lower than me. She can influence the mood of men with just a few words. She should be an 'instigator' or a 'fraudster'.

However, the 'instigator' or 'fraudster' is just a supernatural being of a lower level than me. There is no reason why they can easily influence me who was once a 'machine'. This shows that Miss Tifana should possess a higher level supernatural item.

Besides, my meeting with the baron was not a coincidence. It might have been arranged by Miss Tifana, who might be playing a role. "

Without thinking too much, Lewis nodded and agreed. Russell chess was what he was good at. He had no reason to give in to the baron, not to mention that Miss Tifana's secret was really a bit curious.

After the waiter had set up the Russell chessboard, Lewis and Baron Bolton sat down face to face.

“You can go first.” Baron Bolton took off his thin gloves and said politely to Lewis.

Lewis nodded. This Baron Bolton seemed to be an expert and had the confidence to give way first.

But as a transcendent on the path of destiny, as long as you give it your all, there is no reason to lose.

After all, the "machine" potion gave them calculation capabilities and calm thinking abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

Picking up the chess piece, Lewis made the first move.

Seeing the mediocre opening, Baron Bolton smiled confidently. He had reason to believe that Lewis was just a Russell chess enthusiast.

However, it only took twenty-three rounds for Baron Bolton to be forced into a dead end. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his hand holding the chess piece was shaking slightly.

In a duel between masters of Roselle chess, it usually takes thirty to fifty rounds to decide the winner, but today seems a little unusual.

"I lost." Baron Bolton tried hard to restrain his anger. He smiled and maintained his gentlemanly and elegant image.

Picking up his hat, he quietly left the room and closed the door.

Miss Tifana watched Baron Bolton leave in astonishment. She held Lewis's hand, her blue eyes full of admiration, and exclaimed:

"Mr. Lewis, you have surprised me again. I really want to know more of your secrets."

“In addition to billiards and Russell chess, I am also good at most board games, and I am even at the expert level in many of them.” Lewis suddenly showed vanity, and his tone raised a few notes, like a showing-off male peacock.

"Mr. Lewis, you are the most remarkable gentleman I have ever met." Miss Tifana praised in her captivating tone.

The night time is always memorable. As a person suffering from the side effects of magical items, Lewis persisted for two or three hours before he rested.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on his face through the gap in the pink curtains, Lewis slowly opened his eyes.

"I should control my desires, otherwise, as Blau said, depravity will bring trouble to my subsequent promotion." Lewis sighed, and he actually briefly felt guilty after indulging himself.

Looking at Miss Tifana who was sleeping sweetly, Lewis left thirty pounds. Suddenly, his eyes swept to the corner of the wall, which made him feel familiar.

Without pursuing the source of the familiarity, Lewis put on his trousers, put on his top hat, and left the Eros Center in a happy mood.

It would be great if Sera was here. Every time he had to pay the high fee of 30 pounds, he would always think of the beautiful and sexy Ms. Sera. The process of getting something for free is always more pleasant than spending money.

(End of this chapter)