Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 93 Identity
Suddenly, a clip appeared in front of Lewis:
In the dream divination, the sealed item 0-08 wrote down the script of Tingen City. In these scripts of Tingen City, there was a sentence:

All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

Lewis was shocked. At this moment, Tianzun's consciousness was still in a dormant state, but the subsequent measures left by Tianzun were still affecting countless people.

That gift from fate might actually be a gift from the Heavenly Master.

As for the price, the price required by an old man would never be too simple.

"I am only Sequence Seven, and I cannot afford the price I paid in the past. The Celestial Lord might be planning something." Since nothing could be changed, Lewis simply relaxed his mind and tried to materialize a table and chairs.

Boom!

With a slight tremor, he saw tables and chairs made of golden nanmu wood with a golden luster being pulled up from the ground.

He sat here, materialized a silver pen and parchment, and wrote down the divination statement:
"Miss Windsor's identity."

Holding the paper tightly, Lewis lay on the table and closed his eyes.

Passing through the pure white in front of him, Lewis saw the pitch-black space, pure black, suffocating black!
There, Miss Windsor, with a faint light all around her, was kneeling on the ground, as if praying to some existence.

Suddenly, Lewis seemed to hear the sound of flesh and blood squirming, a paragraph of words whose meaning was completely unclear, crazy and evil.

For some reason, Lewis did not detect any malice in the voice. Instead, he felt a sense of comfort, as if he wanted to indulge in it forever.

Boom!
Lewis's palm suddenly slapped on the table made of golden nanmu wood. He forced himself to wake up from the dream divination.

"hiss……"

A pain penetrated deep into his bones. A large area of ​​decay appeared on his left hand, and a large piece of skin was missing. There, flesh and blood vessels were wriggling together, as if it were alive.

But this was just an external manifestation of spirituality. With the help of meditation, Lewis quickly repaired the ulcerated skin.

"The space on Sefirah Castle should have the function of isolating external forces. What is that thing? Just a glance at me through the dream made me almost give up the desire to live."

Due to insufficient preconditions, he couldn't think of the result, nor did he dare to think about it.

Suddenly, a feeling of fatigue came over him, and Lewis sank into the gray fog without any warning.

Passing through the dense whispers, he returned to reality again, raised his head and looked out the window. The round blood moon was emitting a crimson light.

Mr. Door's mumbling had ended. He opened his pocket watch and took a look. Twenty-five minutes had passed in reality.

"Is it because my spiritual energy is too depleted to stay there? Or was I kicked out of Sefirah Castle by Klein or the sleeping Celestial Lord?"

Without thinking any further, Lewis lay down on the double bed and rested quietly.

When the existing strength is unable to uncover the secret, choosing to temporarily forget it may not be a bad option.

……

In the Eros Center, inside Miss Tifana's boudoir.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
There was a regular knock on the door. Baron Bolton straightened his back and asked in a soft voice, "Miss Tifana, have you rested?"

"Baron Bolton, I'm very sorry, I'm feeling a little unwell and it's difficult for me to receive you in the next few days," Tifana responded.

Her voice was soft, like the singing of a lark. This voice reached Mr. Burton's ears, and he couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy, and at the same time, his desire for Miss Tiffana became stronger.

"Please have a good rest. I will come back in a few days." The footsteps of Baron Bolton gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

In the room, Tifana gently rubbed the papers in her hands, her eyes revealing undisguised admiration.

Although, the words on the paper are all printed.

“This is the first time Mr. Red Dragon has sent me a letter. He is asking me about the progress of my potion digestion. He is concerned about me.

Oh my god, the last time I received instructions from Mr. Red Dragon was a year ago. He just asked me to find sacrifices with special requirements and report regularly.

But in the past year, I have never found a qualified sacrifice, and I have never been able to complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Red Dragon.

Ah, great Mr. Red Dragon!
I just want to kneel down before you, trembling, and lick the dirt off your shoes, just like when we first met."

Although Tifana never remembered what Mr. Red Dragon looked like, it was that man who rescued her from the darkness.

Not only did he force her to drink the potion, he also taught her how to act, so that she could become Venus, the center of the god of love.

……

The morning sun shines on the body, bringing a warm feeling. Lewis has already brewed the black tea and is quietly enjoying the leisurely time.

"I need to digest the 'Lucky Man' potion as quickly as possible to make myself stronger. This will be helpful for me to master the magical item in my spiritual body.

Maybe, in addition to picking up money, I should also buy some lottery tickets and participate in some activities that require luck.

Even more, I need to occasionally use up all my luck and let bad luck appear, so as to prepare for the next stage of promotion to the 'Disaster Priest'. "

Lewis felt a little regretful. Perhaps, when Brown was here, he should have found a way to get the potion formula of the "Priest of Disaster", so that he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of looking for it himself.

"Perhaps what I need more is money. With my current financial resources, even if I get the potion formula from the Disaster Priest, I can't afford those expensive extraordinary materials."

After all, the income of a detective is limited. It is enough to support the life of an ordinary person, but as a supernatural being, the money required for each promotion is an extremely huge sum.

As the sunlight gradually shifted, the temperature in the room did not rise significantly. Backlund in late autumn was already feeling chilly.

Seeing the staff stuffing today's newspaper into the mailbox, Lewis stood up, left the detective agency, and opened the mailbox.

In the mailbox, besides today's Backlund Morning Post, there was also a letter.

Someone sent me a letter? I don't know anyone in Backlund. There's no stamp on the letter, and there's no sender's address...

Taking the letter and newspaper back to the detective agency, Lewis opened the letter and saw familiar handwriting.

“…I am pleased to tell you that the serial killer has been found and shot dead on the spot.

The police department believes that our work is worth at least half of the reward, which should be sent to me this week. When the time comes, I will invite you and other friends to come and share the reward."

"It was sent by the famous detective Eisinger Stanton. He is well-informed. The serial killer was dealt with by the authorities just yesterday." Lewis thought happily.

The last chapter, I will make up for it tomorrow, I can’t write it today…

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(End of this chapter)