Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 128 It's Her

In front of the stove, Amon, who was wearing a pointed round hat, expressed his dissatisfaction and got into an argument over the trivial matter of drinking coffee.

"Yes, we are also Amon, and we also want to drink coffee." Another Amon squeezed his monocular glasses and raised an objection. His hat was crooked, which was particularly eye-catching among the other Amons.

The Amons started arguing, and the sound of their quarreling fell on Lewis' ears like crazy ravings, terrifying and unpleasant.

Mandy, who was sitting at the table, pinched her monocular glasses and suggested in a female voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you make coffee and taste it together?"

Saying that, Mandy knocked on the mono-orbital glasses, and another table was released from the mono-orbital glasses and placed beside it.

A group of Amons seemed to have followed the advice, and they acted methodically. Some Amons could generate flames, and they would be responsible for heating hot water.

Some Amons are good at brewing coffee, so they are responsible for the corresponding matters.

After less than 10 minutes, the Amons finished their work, and steaming coffee began to be served one after another.

The dim candle light illuminated the small house that lacked a wall. Mandy squeezed the handle with her thumb and index finger, and said very ladylikely:

"Lewis, if I hadn't been helping your sister secretly, she would be dead by now.

Don't you care about a person who has lost her destiny, how she lives? "

Lewis frowned, feeling pain and torment tormenting her heart. A person who has lost his fate must not live a good life.

Especially, in this dark, scary, crazy and chaotic world.

"If you talk about things with Mandy, I don't think we have much to talk about."

Lewis took a sip of the coffee. Even in his sleep, he could still taste the aroma and sweetness of the coffee.

He can't show weakness, which will allow Amon to find opportunities.

Mandy smiled lightly. She adjusted her spectacles and added indifferently: "It can be seen that you care about her very much, otherwise you would not have left Tingen and went to Backlund to seek promotion opportunities."

"No, I'm seeking promotion just to live a good life for myself. I know a lot of things." Lewis emphasized coldly.

Mandy leaned on the seat silently, and asked again: "Why don't you become my favored person? Then you can have a truly peaceful life, with your sister."

"No need! I won't bet my chance on your kindness." Lewis deliberately smiled relaxedly, and becoming Amon's favored person may be the first step of Amon's plan.

If Amon's plan succeeds, he will definitely be even more miserable than Mandy now.

After a pause, Lewis suddenly asked: "Actually, you were looking for the first slate of blasphemy in the Land Abandoned by God, right?"

Mandy's expression froze for a moment. Finding the first slate of blasphemy was indeed one of Amon's goals, but Amon's goal was not limited to this.

And there are not many people who know Amon's purpose, in fact, there may be only one or two.

Mandy raised her head to look at Lewis, and said with a chuckle: "It seems that your experience during this period is more exciting than I imagined. No matter what kind of existence you have reached a deal with, you can't use this to threaten me."

"Maybe, when we meet next time, you will know if I threatened you." Lewis broke the coffee cup, picked up the fragments, and drew a deep gash on his arm.

Blood spurted out, and the pain stimulated him to wake up from his sleep.

"what……"

In the room with a salty smell, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

The pain in the left arm still exists, and the dream seems to affect reality.

He hurriedly put the suitcase on the bedside farther away. He could dream of Amon. It may be that he has come into contact with too many items related to Amon today. It is also possible that the earrings in the suitcase were once touched by Amon. hands and feet.

"I'm looking for a promotion as soon as possible. Because of Mandy, I have to deal with a king of angels." Lewis got up from the single bed.

When he was not qualified enough, he couldn't even trade with Amon, let alone take any initiative.

At least until he became a demigod, he could deal with Amon.

At this time, there was still a long time before dawn, and Lewis left the hotel after washing up.

When the first ray of golden sunlight illuminated the sea level, he had already wandered in this port city, trying to find the transcendent.

The promotion of an extraordinary requires all kinds of extraordinary materials, as well as ritual items. As long as an extraordinary is found, it is possible to find a party of extraordinary.

After breakfast, Lewis walked into the "Stronghold Bar" and ordered a glass of Southwell beer.

In this era, bars are not only a place to drink, but also serve as a place for information exchange. Many bars are inextricably linked with local gangs or officials.

If you want to know a city and want to know more information, then the bar is definitely the best choice for outsiders.

"I'm from out of town, and I want to attend some gatherings. I don't know how to get these opportunities?" Lewis' accent was closer to that of Backlund, and the locals could recognize it even without a disguise.

The movement of the bartender's hands paused, he looked up at Lewis, and then continued to wipe the wine glass, as if he hadn't heard what Lewis said.

"Friend, if you can buy me a glass of Southwell beer, I can tell you some news." A few feet away from Lewis, a man in sackcloth with a mole on his mouth looked at him and interjected enthusiastically road.

"Of course, my friend." Lewis smiled lightly, "Have another glass of Southwell beer."

Attending parties may not necessarily meet extraordinary people, but as long as he attends such gatherings frequently, he can always attract the attention of some extraordinary people.

The man in sackcloth with a mole on the corner of his mouth took a big sip of beer and said: "According to my observation, there is an Intis woman who plays billiards here. It is said that he is a pet raised by a local gangster. If you can If you get her into bed, you will definitely find many unexpected rewards."

Lewis nodded thoughtfully. He saw the vigilance and anger on the bartender's face, and he didn't even wipe the glass naturally.

Obviously, this person didn't talk nonsense, and the stronghold bar might have something to do with the gang.

After all, it's not easy to open a bar in this world. Ordinary people can't rely on bars to make money. Only those gangsters or people related to the government can get involved in this industry.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll try it." Lewis took a sip of his beer when he noticed a beautiful woman walking in.

The woman had brown eyes and black hair, and wore a skirt with loose cuffs, in an Intisian attire.

Behind her, followed by two sturdy men.

"It's her." At this moment, the man in sackcloth reminded.

(End of this chapter)