Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 134 He's So Lucky

In the bar, Lewis and Stephanie played a few rounds of pool.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, a thug called Stephanie away. Stephanie's face was not very good, maybe something happened.

"A pet kept in a cage by a gangster? Or an Intis." Lewis hit the billiards in a dull manner, and Stephanie didn't look like a local who had lived in Enmat for a long time, not only because her accent didn't blend in Local, even living habits.

Compared with the Loen people, the Intis people give people a more emotional feeling, and they often have exaggerated body movements when they speak.

Regardless of her dressing style, accent, or speaking habits, Stephanie is quite different from the locals in Port Enmat.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the game of "dog and mouse" is about to start. The dog handlers have prepared six dogs and the "roulette wheel" for betting.

Lewis came in from the outside and sat at the bar. He saw that the number of customers in the bar began to increase. Many people were drinking beer while discussing which dog was braver.

Until Lewis sat here, several eyes looked at him, as if expecting his action.

When the game time came, Lewis casually tossed a one soli coin, and if the coin was thrown into the number groove, it was a bet on the number dog.

At the same time, Lewis saw that someone followed him in a bet, and the bet amount was larger than his.

This is the unloading worker who advised Lewis yesterday not to bet on the No. 5 Hound, and he is here today.

Seeing Lewis' gaze, the unloading worker smiled and silently took back half of the bet amount, so that his amount was less than Lewis's.

The people who sit in the bank also set their sights on Lewis. In yesterday's game, Lewis' luck was not normal.

Lewis didn't take these things to heart at all, and he could only make a small amount of money by "gambling on dogs" here, maybe not even a pound a day.

This amount of money is enough for ordinary people to survive, but for extraordinary people who want to be promoted, it can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

His main purpose was to digest the potion, and to find a way for Mr. Red Dragon's servants to find him.

The luck was as good as ever, Lewis bet 5 games in a row, all of which were hits.

Many drinkers turned their eyes to him, and the feeling that the potion was beginning to digest began again. According to the current progress, maybe in half a month, the "lucky guy" potion will be completely digested.

Next, Lewis did not continue to participate in the game. He used the money he earned today to buy a glass of Southwell beer, feeling the feeling of being digested by the potion.

"My friend, why didn't you participate in today's game?" The unloading worker approached Lewis and asked.

Before betting with Lewis, he won 5 games in a row, which made today's income more than one pound.

This money is enough for him to spend in bars for a month, and it is not a small amount of money.

But as Lewis stopped betting, after betting alone, he lost 5 soli in just two rounds, which is also not a small amount of money.

"Momentary luck doesn't mean permanent, I just come here for fun." Lewis smiled faintly, put down his glass and left the bar.

"How lucky he is!"

The unloading worker looked at the back of Lewis leaving, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Gradually, Lewis' fame spread in the "Stronghold Bar", and many people who often "gamble with dogs" heard of such a "lucky gentleman".

And Lewis didn't get nothing, he felt that the potion was being digested faster, and his performance conformed to the rule that luck needs to be affirmed.

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The last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by the darkness. The steam ship in the distance docked on the shore with the sound of its siren, and the workers on the pier also began to disperse, preparing for today's rest.

Lewis closed the window to block out the salty sea breeze, and walked alone in the hotel.

If he guessed correctly, tonight is probably a blood moon, and he must go above the gray mist to avoid Mr. "Gate"'s ravings.

For him at this stage, Mr. "Gate"'s cry for help was the most terrifying time, the curse remaining in his blood would cause him to be polluted until he died.

"Mr. 'Gate' shouting time will not be too long, no more than 10 minutes, but my life level is too different from his, and it is difficult to persist for only 10 minutes.

No, the monster's senses are too sharp, and I can last up to 8 minutes.

If you advance to Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 in the future, you may only be able to last for less than 5 minutes.

Hiding above the gray mist to avoid the ravings of the full moon is the only way I know so far, but this method has the risk of failure, after all, there have been precedents of failed prayers. "

Under the jumping flames of the gas lamp, Lewis took out a lead box, opened it, and there was a lock of sea-blue hair with a deep breath inside.

During the period when Mr. "Gate" was raving, if he couldn't enter above the gray mist, he could only try to contact the pollution of "Chaos Sea" to fight against Mr. "Gate"'s curse.

It's just that the pollution of the Chaos Sea may be even stronger, and he may eventually become a wandering black object, merging with the Chaos Sea.

The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the gap in the window, dyeing the tabletop crimson, and Lewis' spirit was tense.

Suddenly, he heard a terrifying and crazy voice coming from his ear, the ravings of Mr. "Gate" came!

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable;
Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang God;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. "

According to the method prepared in advance, Lewis hurriedly prayed in Hermes.

Gray mist appeared in front of his eyes, and other ravings sounded beside his ears. Although these ravings were equally crazy and terrifying, they did not do as much damage as Mr. "Gate", barely within the acceptable range.

And these ravings belonging to "Origin Castle" helped him reduce Mr. "Gate"'s ravings, and his mental state eased.

He walked slowly through the gray fog, and he could already see the palace that looked like a giant's residence, the tall light gate and the golden nanmu tables and chairs.

Just as Lewis was about to sit on the chair made of golden nanmu, he felt his body retreat quickly, exiting the castle above the gray fog, and also exiting the gray fog.

Suddenly, Lewis opened his eyes. He was still sitting at the desk in the hotel, and the raving in his ears became clearer.

Silver-white scales appeared on his hands and legs, and there were more and more scales, almost covering his whole body.

Consciousness was gradually being deprived, his mind was gradually occupied by two thoughts of destruction and madness, and there were more and more signs of loss of control.

After a little hesitation, Lewis opened the lead box, and a strand of blue hair was reflected in front of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers towards the strand of blue hair, trembling.

Unable to escape above the gray mist, he is now either killed by Mr. "Gate", or trying to be contaminated by the pollution of the Chaos Sea, so as to resist Mr. "Gate"'s death curse.

(End of this chapter)