Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 113 Commission
The air in Backlund was not very good in the early morning. The smog was still floating in every corner of the city, and the visibility was less than 100 meters.

Of course, apart from the smog factor, Backlund can indeed be called a livable city. Not only does it have the most convenient transportation, but you can also taste food from many countries, and even the quality of the street girls is very high.

Standing on the side of the road, Lewis bought a copy of today's Backlund Morning Post. When the public horse-drawn carriage arrived, he took it, sat in the last row, and started reading the newspaper.

The extraordinary person suspected to be from the "Rose School" dared not make too much noise during the day, and at night, he would live next to the Harvest Church, which could ensure that he would only be watched but would not encounter too much danger.

While reading the newspaper, Lewis paid attention to the gazes looking at him. He noticed that the gazes staring at him were gone, which made him a little confused.

"Maybe I lost him again. After all, the extraordinary people of the Rose School are usually not good at tracking." After comforting himself, Lewis bought another sandwich and ate it on the public carriage.

About an hour later, the carriage arrived at 19 Ort Street, where Lewis got off.

The door of the detective agency was still closed. He opened the mailbox and saw two letters without stamps or addresses.

Taking out the letter, Lewis became puzzled.

"One of the letters should be a commission from Blau. Who could have given me the other letter?"

With trepidation, Lewis opened the envelope and saw a familiar line of handwriting appear in front of him:
“Mr. Lewis, the £1000 reward offered by the police has arrived. Please arrive at the last meeting at 10 a.m. on Saturday.

There, I will distribute the reward money among the detectives according to their contributions."

Lewis heaved a sigh of relief when he found out it was a letter from the famous detective Isengard Stanton. At least it wasn't sent by some dangerous person.

After putting the letter away, Lewis opened another letter. This letter was bulging and seemed to contain a lot of things.

The first thing taken out of the letter was a portrait. In the portrait was a thin man with unhealthy red pupils and long, pointed nails. Just standing there gave people a sense of danger.

"He is from the Rose School. I have met him before."

Lewis' mind moved, and he looked through the contents of the letter:

"The man in the portrait is Shaw Mickle, a member of the Rose School, a Sequence 7 'Vampire', and he is suspected to be holding a powerful seal in his hand.

Your task is to kill him. The commission fee is the potion formula of the 'Disaster Priest' and all the items on Xiao Mik.

Be sure to show up at West Street in Hilton District tomorrow night and join everyone before taking action."

Lewis put the letter away, opened the door of the detective agency, went in, made a cup of black tea and started to taste it.

This mission is indeed somewhat dangerous, but Lewis is confident that he can complete it.

Boom boom boom!
A familiar knock on the door sounded, and his mind immediately pictured a beautiful girl wearing intricate patterns with a faint smile on her face.

"Please come in." Knowing that the person standing outside the door was Miss Windsor, Lewis did not pretend to read the newspaper seriously, but casually tasted the black tea.

"Mr. Lewis." Windsor greeted him and then sat down at the coffee table, opposite Lewis.

“Miss Windsor, what can I do for you?” Lewis avoided looking directly at Windsor. He stood up, brewed a cup of black tea and handed it to her.

"It's nothing, I just noticed that Mr. Lewis is not in the detective agency recently, so I'm a little worried." Windsor picked up the teacup, took a sip of black tea, and said absent-mindedly.

"I do have some things to deal with recently. You know, we detectives are always busy. After all, many investigations are not easy."

Lewis subconsciously glanced at the expression on Windsor's face. Just a glance, he felt hot in his lower abdomen again. Moreover, this time the reaction seemed to be stronger than before.

“Perhaps, I should use my psychic vision to look at Miss Windsor again.

The last time I used clairvoyance to observe her, I was still a Sequence Eight, and the potion had not been fully digested, so the ability of my clairvoyance was limited.

Now that I am at Sequence 7, I may be able to see what is wrong with Miss Windsor."

Blinking his right eyelid, Lewis sensed an unprecedented sense of danger, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Inspiration told him that this matter was very dangerous, and if he just took a look at it, he might suffer an unprecedented crisis.

"Just one look will lead to death?"

Once this thought appeared in his mind, he couldn't get rid of it. Lewis knew that only when the status of the two parties was huge enough would death occur after just one glance.

It was obvious that his spirituality was telling him that he and Miss Windsor were not at the same level of life.

Demigod, Miss Windsor should be a demigod, or have a very high level seal.

Lewis immediately came to a conclusion. He squeezed out a slightly stiff smile, adjusted his expression and asked, “Miss Windsor, would you like a refill of black tea?”

“Thank you.” Miss Windsor still maintained her sweet smile, but Lewis no longer dared to appreciate this beauty.

He refilled Miss Windsor's cup of tea and sat quietly. His body was still stiff and tense, but he did not dare to show any abnormality. This highly nervous state continued until Miss Windsor left.

As his body suddenly relaxed, Lewis breathed a sigh of relief and slumped in his seat.

"Perhaps, I should really leave Backlund. There are too many dangers here."

Silently looking at the direction where Miss Windsor left, he put on a half-high silk hat, left the detective agency, and planned to conduct a final investigation on Sealed Artifact 0-08 in preparation for obtaining this sealed object next time.

After locking the door of the detective agency, Lewis subconsciously went to the Eros Center. The desire that was aroused by Miss Windsor before was somewhat difficult to suppress.

In fact, this desire was much stronger than when he first met the other person.

"Sir, how can I help you?" As I walked into the Eros Center, a well-dressed waiter came to greet me.

Lewis had seen the waiter several times, and he chuckled and said, “I’m looking for Miss Tifana.”

"plz follow me."

The waiter led Lewis up to the second floor and to Miss Tifana's room at the end of the corridor.

Boom boom boom!
Lewis knocked on the door, and Miss Tifana’s inviting voice came from the room.

"Miss Tifana, you are still so beautiful." Lewis walked into the room and hung his top hat on the coat rack.

"Welcome, Mr. Lewis." Tifana bowed and said, "I'm very happy to see you again, but I can't accompany you today. I think I'm leaving here soon."

(End of this chapter)