Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 143 I Really Want to Meet Him

"Don't praise me, praise your value"

Looking at the fanatic lying on the ground, Lewis twitched his mouth and almost said what he was thinking, but fortunately he maintained his cold expression in time.

After trembling for a few minutes, the bartender who seemed to have a brain problem got up from the ground. The flesh on his face began to move and slowly changed into another ordinary appearance, just like a fisherman who made a living on the sea all year round.

Lewis watched this change without expression. This extraordinary person possessed the ability of the "Faceless Man". It was unknown whether it was due to his own sequence or if he had mastered some magical item.

To show a little sincerity, Lewis said:
"I heard from Mr. Red Dragon that you are a Sequence Five. Tell me the name of the potion and I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Lewis saw the bartender's face showing a fanatical expression again. The other party trembled and knelt down again:
"Please allow me to praise you, great Mr. Red Dragon!"

Lewis was quite helpless. They would kneel down as soon as they heard "Mr. Red Dragon". This was no longer just fanaticism. These servants were suspected of suffering from some mental illness.

This disease must involve supernatural powers. It is possible that "Mr. Red Dragon" has tampered with these people's subconscious minds in order to control them.

"Their subconscious has been tampered with, and they are no longer their true selves. This is terrible!"

After waiting for a few more minutes, the humble servant finally stood up, and Lewis continued the previous topic:
"Mr. Red Dragon..."

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Lewis rubbed his eyes. He would kneel down when this title was mentioned. It seemed that he could no longer mention the term "Mr. Red Dragon", which seriously affected his communication with the other party.

"What sequence and stage are you currently in?" When the other party got up again, this time, Lewis finally had a normal conversation with him.

"Sequence five, my stage is 'Shepherd', you can call me Paul." The gentleman picked up a half-high silk hat from the puddle and put it on his head with a cold smile on his lips.

Lewis suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a secret prayer. Paul's abnormal behavior seemed understandable.

After all, the true God of the secret prayer path is the real creator, a mad god who will unconsciously influence the low-sequence extraordinary people, causing all the extraordinary people in the entire sequence to be hidden lunatics.

"Perhaps, 'Mr. Red Dragon' is not that dangerous and is not enough to exert a spiritual influence on these servants." Lewis added in his heart with a little fluke.

However, this also means that Paul can never continue to advance. According to his current state, if he is promoted to demigod of this path, he will definitely become a complete lunatic, and even maintaining sanity will become a luxury.

"If you want to advance, my suggestion is to jump to the adjacent path. The 'Sun Path' and the 'Secret Prayer' paths are adjacent paths. I also happen to know the potion formula and ritual of Sequence 4 'No Darkness'."

Paul listened silently. Suddenly he flicked a coin and it fell into his hand. The head of George III was smiling.

This is obviously divination. The "shepherd" can shepherd seven spirits, and Paul is using the power of divination.

Lewis has the trait of anti-divination. He doesn't know what divination language is set up to avoid the uncertainty factor of Lewis.

"Now that I have confirmed that you are indeed a learned follower, I would like to exchange the potion formula of 'No Darkness' from you, and I am willing to pay the corresponding price for it." Paul bent down and bowed deeply to Lewis.

Without mentioning "Mr. Red Dragon", Paul's mental state gradually stabilized and became like a normal person. Lewis nodded and said, "I am looking for an opportunity to be promoted, and I need you to help me do something. If I get all the extraordinary materials, I will give you the formula of "No Darkness" and the promotion ceremony."

He asked Paul about some situations. Although he did not get the extraordinary characteristics of the disaster sea serpent, fortunately, he got the admission ticket and could participate in the "Deep Sea Auction" this Sunday.

The deal was done. After the two chatted for a while, Paul opened an illusory door. He stood in front of the door and said with a smile:
"If there is anything, you can summon my messenger. Each time you need to pay one silver coin..."

After saying that, Paul stepped one foot into the door and disappeared from sight.

Lewis silently memorized the messenger's prayer. When he was promoted to Sequence Six, he might be able to summon his own messenger, which would bring a lot of convenience to extraordinary communication.

Taking advantage of the night, Lewis returned to the cramped little hotel. The "Deep Sea Auction" was not stopped because of his report, and it was not known whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Fortunately, the "Deep Sea Auction" seems to have reached a certain understanding with the local Storm Church, and there is a high possibility that the extraordinary characteristics of the "Disaster Sea Serpent" will appear at this auction.

Unfortunately, human trafficking still occurs at auctions, and he is powerless to stop it.

This gang auction is suspected to involve the official church.

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On Friday morning, Lewis arrived at the Stronghold Bar early. He could hear the sound of balls being hit in the No. 2 billiard room. Miss Stephanie seemed a little impatient, and even her movements of hitting the billiard balls were much heavier.

After ordering a beer, Lewis pushed open the door of billiard room No. 2, picked up the cue, and played two games with the other party.

"Mr. Lewis, your skills are making it hard for me to keep up." Stephanie looked at the billiard balls going into the holes one by one, feeling nothing but shock in her heart.

In some ways, Lewis far surpassed ordinary people, which made her realize that ordinary people are vulnerable in the face of these extraordinary beings.

"Can you tell me what happened? No one would have the heart to leave a scar on a beautiful lady's face." Lewis wiped the club with chocolate powder. He wanted to know something that happened two years ago, so he decided to look for answers from Miss Stephanie.

"I have offended him. If you ask around, you should be able to hear the name 'Gray Wolf'. He is quite famous here." Stephanie clenched her palms subconsciously. The moment she attacked the "Gray Wolf", she realized the fragility of ordinary people.

In the face of these beings beyond common sense, knives and bullets are like children's toys.

"'Gray Wolf'?" Lewis frowned. He had just arrived at Enmat Port and was not familiar with the local forces.

The only thing that is certain is that Gray Wolf must have a very high status within the gang, otherwise he would never have occupied Miss Stephanie for so long. This requires a certain ability.

"If there is a chance, I really want to meet him." Lewis said hypocritically.

As they chatted, he turned the topic to the time two years ago when Miss Stephanie first arrived at Port Enmat.

(End of this chapter)