Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 188 Have you ever heard of a windmill?
At this moment, the crimson full moon has just risen, and the light of the gas lamp is jumping, reflecting the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in the room.

At this time, Mr. Carmen may have died of a heart attack somewhere.

"Letter from York, Mr. Lewis."

Miss Elana lowered her head, her tail kept wagging, and she presented the letter with both hands.

Lewis took the letter and opened it casually.

"Mr Lewis:

The magical potion you mentioned may be the one I take. This potion belongs to the bedding among the nobles. You only need to mix it with some wine to become a brave man on the bed.

It's just that after I became a superhuman, I realized that the side effects of these medicines were far more terrifying than I imagined.

Once you stop taking it, the body will gradually lose control, and the feeling of emptiness at night and longing to fall is enough to drive a person crazy.

Only if you continue to take it, you can temporarily maintain normality, but the invasion of desire will become more violent every time, as long as you are infected once, you will never be able to completely get rid of it. "

As terrible as it sounds, this is the pollution of the mother tree of desire...

Lewis burned the letter, picked up a pen, and planned to ask York where he bought the potion.

The only thing that surprised him was that the Orthodox Church didn't take any action against these potions. Bonova's reaction was frighteningly indifferent.

The only answer he could think of was what the Orthodox Church was concerned about.

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In the morning, the sun shone through the clear glass windows. Lewis tidied up his clothes, put on a half-height silk top hat, and went downstairs to attend today's breakfast.

"Mr. Lewis, it's a pleasure to see you." Mrs. Slant greeted Lewis with clear and bright eyes.

"I'm also glad to see you and Miss Stephanie, the beautiful Ms. Slanter." Lewis took off his top hat, flicked it, and threw it on the coat rack at the entrance.

How do I tell the wine to be made in a natural way?Can't arouse Mrs. Slanter's disgust?

Lewis ate his breakfast in small bites. As a true nobleman, he couldn't talk casually during the meal, which would damage his image.

"Mrs. Slant, I have discussed wine making with Mr. Lyle, and I know a lot of secrets, which may be of help to you." After eating, he suddenly reminded.

Mrs. Slante smiled and said happily: "This is really great. If I can produce satisfactory wine, I will give you a satisfactory price."

Lewis put down the knife and fork and said with a smile:

"I need to sort out my thoughts. When I come back at noon, I will discuss this matter with you solemnly."

"Mom, I want to be with Mr. Lewis." Stephanie said, cutting the food in front of her into small pieces and eating it quickly and gracefully.

Mrs. Slant naturally had no reason to refuse. Stephanie and Lewis boarded a rented carriage together and headed for Innis University.

"Mr. Lewis, how did you know how to make wine?" Stephanie asked curiously, she knew that Lewis didn't know her father Lyle.

Lewis smiled faintly, "I have tasted the wines of Mrs. Slanter and Mr. Lyle. I only need to use dream divination to get help from the spirit world and know everything about the wine-making process."

Stephanie widened her eyes and said in surprise:
"Your ability is really amazing, which is more desirable than the ability of 'Grey Wolf'."

"It can only be said that each has its own strengths. I am not good at fighting." Lewis spread his hands.

Seeing that the carriage came to the street, he poked his head out of the window and said to the newspaper boy, "An Intis morning newspaper."

The boy brought the newspaper, and Lewis took out a penny and read it carefully.

Rummaging several corners of the newspaper, Lewis found the news that Mr. Carmen had died at home. The cause of death was heart disease.

"He could have been a good guy."

Lewis sighed. After Mr. Carmen's death, if Mrs. Slante couldn't make wine that won the praises of nobles, then Slante Manor would definitely go bankrupt.

He didn't tell Stephanie the news immediately, and believed that Stephanie would know it in the afternoon.

"Mr. Lewis, Innis University is here." The coachman stopped the carriage and said to Lewis.

"I see." Lewis got out of the carriage and took Stephanie to Professor Est's laboratory.

Pushing open the door, the messy-haired Professor Esther was burying himself in front of a pile of manuscript paper, behind him was an instrument he made for experiments on electromagnetic induction phenomena.

"Mr. Lewis, I have verified it, and your conclusion is absolutely correct."

Estel looked at Lewis with burning eyes, and asked: "However, how to make the electric motor move is still a problem. If a steam engine is used to generate electricity, the electric energy will rely on the steam engine to exist, and it cannot be popularized on a large scale. The application of electricity will also be affected. limit."

Lewis smiled lightly and asked, "Have you ever heard of a windmill? The kind of thing that can rotate when the wind blows, it can drive the coil to cut the magnetic induction line."

While speaking, Lewis had already made a windmill with Esther's blank manuscript paper, and when he blew on it with his mouth, the windmill started spinning happily.

Este's eyes lit up, he snatched the windmill from Lewis, and murmured:

"Genius design, Mr. Lewis, you actually thought of using a windmill to generate electricity. It's a genius idea. I want to apply to write this deed into the teaching."

This is really good news. One day, when believers of the God of Steam and Machinery open the teachings, they will find that a large amount of space is devoted to describing Lewis.

Although he thought a lot in his heart, Lewis still used the characteristics of the machine to pretend to be calm, and said calmly:
"Mr. Este, I told you how many craftsmen and managers you recruited, did you find them?"

Este put down the windmill in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Wait for me."

Esther pulled out a pile of old newspapers, revealing a dusty telegraph. He rang the telegraph and notified the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"All right."

As soon as Professor Est's words fell, Lewis felt a creepy gaze falling on the small laboratory. He couldn't help pressing his top hat and bowed his head humbly.

"At this moment, I can feel the will of a hidden existence coming here. This hidden existence is even more terrifying than Bonova Gustav."

Lewis's heart trembled, he hurriedly made a prayer gesture, and said in a low voice: "God of steam and machinery, may you bless your believers."

As Lewis' voice fell, the will seemed to be far away from this place, and the creepy feeling disappeared instantly.

Lewis let out a long breath. Perhaps it was the appearance of alternating current that made the god of steam and machinery discover the changes in the world, so he appeared to take a look.

(End of this chapter)