Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 132 Lucky Mr.

Just a few minutes after one in the morning, Lewis felt the ship shake. The abandoned "Alfalfa" was heading away from the dock.

The "unloader" outside the compartment came in, put the funny ring in his pocket, sat down near the lantern, and announced: "Today's party begins."

As soon as the voice fell, a man in formal clothes said:
"Looking for the 'instigator' Tris, any clues or information will do.

If anyone will bring his body to me, I will pay him up to two thousand pounds, plus any other terms I can fulfill."

As he spoke, there was silence for a few seconds.

Then, the "unloader" next to the lantern said coldly:

“Try to accept reality and don’t be blinded by hatred!
Your deceased wife certainly wouldn't want you to be burdened by hatred, she would want you to live a better life.

What’s more, the official church has not been able to catch Tris, which shows that Tris must be in great danger.”

The man in formal attire did not reply. He glanced at the people present and said again:
"Just a clue, no need to confirm whether it's true or not, I'm willing to pay 100 pounds for it!"

Lewis frowned. Tris was still in Backlund at this moment. She was about to slowly become the vessel for the "Original Witch" to descend into the real world, and was currently being protected by the Witch Cult.

At Sequence Eight, he had fought with Tris. If he had not been stopped by Sera, he might have sent Tris to meet the "God of Death".

But now, Tris has acquired divinity, and those below demigod level will only become Tris's prey.

"No need to change it." After a brief thought, Lewis decided not to earn this little money against his will. He kindly advised: "You can't take revenge on Tris. Even the official can't do it."

The man in formal wear looked at Lewis, his eyes twinkling:
"You know where he is, don't you?
Tell me, just a clue, and I'll pay you a hundred pounds!"

Lewis ignored him. The poor man suddenly stood up and grabbed Lewis by the collar.

At this moment, the "unloader" sitting next to the lantern suddenly moved. His movements were so fast that after just a moment of fighting, the poor man was pressed to the floor.

“Calm down, this gentleman is trying to protect you.

Didn't you hear that even the authorities couldn't arrest Tris? You should have a deep understanding of how powerful the authorities are."

"Sorry." The poor man squeezed out a word from his mouth. He got up from the ground, sat back in his original position, and fell silent.

“It’s just that the authorities cannot take action against Tris right now. I can assure you that several powerful transcendents have already set their sights on him.

You may not have an intuitive feeling when I say this, but any one of these powerful extraordinary people can easily wipe out an official team."

After a pause, Lewis added that out of sympathy, he told a little more of the story.

Anyway, according to the subsequent developments, Triss will definitely die in the end. The murderer who caused the "Alfalfa Massacre" chose to sacrifice her life for revenge and love.

"I understand." The man in formal attire took out 10 banknotes and gave them to Lewis, saying, "This is what you deserve. I know the following words are just to comfort me. I have had the honor of seeing the power of the official extraordinary people."

Lewis took the money and did not refute it. In the eyes of most wild superhumans, official superhumans are like nightmares. If someone says that he can destroy an entire team by himself, he must be bragging.

The party continued, and the man who looked like a pianist spoke up and said:

"Looking to buy potion formulas. Spectators, readers, and apprentices are all welcome." "I have the potion formula for 'readers' here." Before Lewis could open his mouth, a man whose face could not be seen replied.

"Deal! Please ask Mr. Sailor to be the witness..." As he said this, the pianist looked at the "unloader" in front of the lantern.

The "unloader" nodded. After taking the potion formula, he used the funny ring to determine whether the seller was lying. He then took out a yellow crystal pendant and seemed to be doing divination.

Lewis watched the transaction quietly. Just as he guessed, there were both real extraordinary people and ordinary people who had just come into contact with extraordinary beings.

However, the level of the gathering did not seem to be as high as he thought. The vast majority of transactions among extraordinary people were at the level of Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight.

Seeing that the transaction had reached a certain level, Lewis intervened and said:

"I want to find a mermaid. Alive, of course."

As Lewis spoke, several eyes focused on him, as if the request was too shocking.

After waiting for about half a minute, no one present spoke. Maybe mermaids were really hard to find, or maybe the level of this party was really not high enough.

Although he was a little disappointed, Lewis still emphasized: "Does anyone know? If no one knows, this transaction request is invalid."

After confirming again, no one at the scene spoke, and Lewis understood that his request was most likely to fail.

“Maybe, I can give you news about mermaids at the next gathering.” The “sailor” sitting next to the lantern looked at Lewis and said.

"Looking forward to your news." Lewis nodded. There seemed to be an organization behind this "sailor". The organization could get the news that the "sailor" could not get.

As Lewis's request failed, the party continued in an orderly manner.

The subsequent transactions seemed rather boring. The levels of the party members were not high enough, and the transaction items tended to be low-sequence items such as Sequence 8 and Sequence 9.

Even if one or two magical items appeared by chance, they would hardly catch Lewis's eye.

After all, these magical items either have little ability or have serious side effects.

Lewis didn't see any items that interested him, so he didn't make any deals and just watched as a spectator.

At about two o'clock in the morning, the "sailor" looked at his pocket watch and said:

“I also have a commission today:
Looking for a lucky gentleman.

There is no specific target for this request. As long as you identify a lucky gentleman and I prove he is not lying, you can get a reward of 10 pounds! "

"Looking for Mr. Lucky? The servant of Mr. Red Dragon is this Sailor?
No, Mr. Red Dragon's servants only arrived at Enmat Harbor yesterday morning, so this sailor should have been hosting the party here long ago."

Lewis suddenly remembered the letter he had written. He disguised himself as a follower of "Mr. Red Dragon". His characteristics were luck and knowledge of many secrets.

Although he also wanted the 10-pound bonus, he suddenly felt that as a follower of a secret existence, he should maintain his status.

(End of this chapter)