Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 133 Promoting Luck
The commission of the "sailor" attracted the attention of the party members. Just submitting a piece of news about the "lucky person" will be rewarded with 10 pounds. Such commissions are too rare and the price is very high.

"Sailor" didn't explain too much, he glanced at his pocket watch again, and asked:

"Is there anyone else who needs to make a deal? If not, today's party is over. The 'Black Pearl' will return to the port at four o'clock in the morning. You can leave on your own."

Suddenly, a man hiding in the shadows spoke. This man had brown eyes and his face was completely covered by the cloak on his body.

"I want to investigate one thing, to investigate what happened to Wells Mond in this port. The accident happened two years ago." As he spoke, the man threw out a photo, which was exposed to the light of the lantern.

In the photo is a man with black hair and brown eyes. He has two mustaches, but he looks very handsome.

"Sir, you should go to those private investigators to investigate people or things. I believe they will be very happy." The gentleman who seemed to be a pianist glanced at the photo and interjected.

"No, ordinary detectives are not competent, he may have encountered extraordinary events." The man in the cloak explained.

Lewis could tell at a glance that the person in the photo was an Intis man. In terms of dress, the Intis man was obviously different from Ruen.

They admire romance, so they like to wear some fancy decorations to attract women.

With the end of the commission to find someone, the party was quiet again for about a minute.

Under the lantern, the "sailor" glanced at the people present, and said: "This is the end of the party, and you can move freely on the 'Black Pearl' for the rest of the time, but please don't make any suspicious moves."

The words of the "sailor" were more like a warning, and Lewis didn't pay much attention to it. He took advantage of this time to come to the deck.

The sea surface at night is crimson, and the moonlight reflects it quite strangely.

Some residual bloodstains can be vaguely seen on the deck. These signs tell of the tragedy that happened on the "Clover" before, and even make people suspect that there may be ghosts on board.

At this time, the "Clover" had already begun to return, and Lewis could vaguely see the pier in the distance, but the ship did not travel in a straight line, but deliberately avoided ports with a lot of traffic.

A man in a formal suit walked onto the deck. He leaned against the railing, revealing a young but vicissitudes of face under the crimson moonlight.

"Ever since I learned the truth about the 'Clover' incident, I've been looking for 'Instigator' Tris."

Lewis did not speak. With this person's current ability, even if he found Tris, it would be nothing more than courting death.

Seeing that Lewis ignored him, the man left the deck with a heavy sigh.

The crimson moon rose into the sky along its trajectory, and Lewis only felt that the moon tonight was extra round and bright.

"Isn't it? Tomorrow is the full moon again. It's only been less than two weeks since the last full moon."

Lewis couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, but fortunately, he can go to Origin Castle now and temporarily escape the ancestor's "Death Curse".

For the descendants of the Abraham family, the most terrifying time period for the full moon raving should be in the middle sequence.

At low sequence, the curse engraved in the blood is not that powerful. At high sequence, the level of life itself has been sublimated, and it should be able to barely resist the ravings of "Mr. Door".

Time gradually approached four o'clock in the morning, and the "Clover" docked at an almost deserted pier. Lewis disembarked and pressed the peaked cap on his head hard, hiding himself in the shadows.

It is true that today's gathering did not yield much, but it cannot be said that there is nothing to gain.
Turning on the gas lamp in the hotel room, Lewis took off his thin gloves. On his right hand, the indelible black marks still remained.

Taking out the "sun phalanx" from the lead box, Lewis silently recited the Hermetic word corresponding to "purification", and a few drops of golden liquid dripped on his hand, making a "chi chi" sound.

The black lines seem to have consumed some power, retreating a very short distance towards the back of the hand.

"The pollution from the ground should be the sea of ​​chaos. These pollutions can only be sealed, not even the gods can completely eliminate them.

Even if I have only a very small amount of pollution, it takes a lot of time to fight. "

Lewis was a little fortunate. Fortunately, the death knight had a history of nearly 100 years, so he was not polluted by the residual "Chaos Sea" characteristics, but only left "tattoos" on his hands.

However, the extraordinary characteristic of the "Wind Blessed One" can no longer be used, and can only be used as a "source of pollution".

After resting for a while, Lewis left the hotel before ten o'clock in the morning, and continued to look for the opportunity to digest the potion.

"I still go to the 'Strongpoint Bar' today, not only to digest the potion, but also to let that servant find me."

Lewis smiled lightly. He wanted to play a lucky enough gentleman and let people publicize his luck.

At this time, the bar has just opened for business, and the game of "dog and mouse" will not start until the afternoon.

"A glass of Southwell beer." Sitting in front of the counter, Lewis deliberately looked at the bartender's face.

The bartender he saw today was exactly the one he saw when he came here for the first time, but the bartender's face had a thin layer of blood scab, which looked like it was scratched.

"Yesterday's friend didn't brag, he really beat up the gang members." Lewis suddenly smiled, he took the beer from the bartender, and walked towards the No. [-] billiard room.

Today, the Intis girl came and was playing.

"Ms. Stephanie, don't you feel bored playing alone?" Lewis glanced at the billiard room, ignoring the two thugs, and smiled lightly.

"Welcome, Mr. Lewis, if you are here to play billiards." Stephanie didn't wear a black leather jacket today, but she has a great figure, even in a low-cut dress, she is still pleasing to the eye.

"I really like playing billiards." After entering the billiard room, Lewis put the remaining half glass of beer aside, picked up the cue, and hit it.

Immediately, the white ball hit a half-colored ball on the table, and the half-colored ball hit the table repeatedly, and finally entered the hole accurately.

"Mr. Lewis, your skills are still amazing. The most powerful professional billiards player I have ever seen is not at your level." Stephanie looked at Lewis with undisguised admiration in her eyes.

"Maybe it's just my luck." Lewis said modestly.

As a "lucky guy" of the fate path, his athletic ability has long surpassed that of professional athletes by several blocks. Of course, athletic ability is only a small part of the "lucky guy"'s ability. In addition, he is also good at various This complex calculation has luck and senses far beyond ordinary people.

Although the extraordinary ability of the fate path is not weird enough, it can turn an ordinary person into a genius in many aspects and reach the pinnacle of life.

Of course, the premise is not to stay at the "disaster priest" stage.

(End of this chapter)