As Klein's words fell, one bluestone table after another rose from the ground, and several people present sat down.

Audrey and Alger didn't realize that they had mistaken the person until then, but they couldn't be blamed for all this, Klein was too inconspicuous compared to Lewis.

After all, who can say no to someone who is shiny and weird-looking?

No, maybe not man, it's God! It's not Him, it's Him!

Lewis looked at the pattern of the seat behind him, and his pattern was a tarot card representing fate, the wheel of fortune.

With Klein shameless declaring himself a fool, Audrey and Alger decide on their respective titles as Justice and the Hanged Man.

"Fate." Lewis spoke slowly, since he was following the path of fate, he naturally had to be called fate.

As Lewis shouted the word "fate", the Source Castle began to tremble, as if the Mysterious Lord hidden in the depths of the Source Castle was turning over. The golden light gradually peeled off Lewis's body, turned into a key shape and fell into Lewis's hand, burrowing into Lewis's spirituality.

Then, the light converged, and it was as if the key had never existed.

At this moment, Lewis's spirituality and the key converged, and he understood the usefulness of this magical object parasitic in the spirit.

Cycle: Within the area of influence of magical items, it can make a person's fate loop, and if it costs enough, it can even restart a person's fate.

Transfer: Briefly transferring the fate of one party to another, and the other person bears the consequences of fate.

Side effects: Desire for women occurs every three hours, and after six hours, the desire will be stronger and even difficult to contain.

In addition, if the ability fails to activate, it will also be counterattacked by fate, and it will be very unlucky within sixty minutes. Moreover, there is a high probability that he will die in an extremely hilarious way.

Lewis's thinking diverged, which can also explain the desire of the original owner Lewis, who could never be satisfied, and sure enough, it was all the fault of the world.

Miss Justice witnessed this miraculous scene with her own eyes, and she also affirmed the thoughts in her heart: today's master may be Mr. Fool, but Mr. Fate, he may be able to sit on an equal footing with Mr. Fool.

Oh my God, what a horrible organization you've joined?

There are immeasurable fools here, and there is a Mr. Destiny who makes Mr. Fool awe, all of which seem so mysterious and beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

Alger, the hanged man, tried not to show his panic, even though he had seen many transcendentals, he had rarely seen such a strange change, whether it was fate or a fool, it made him vigilant.

Klein's movements were the slightest, but he was the most uncalm in his heart, for a person living in modern society, all this happening today was strange enough, not to mention the Mr. Destiny who appeared without permission in front of him.

It seems that I have made a big mistake today, playing a drama in front of a truly mysterious existence. Fortunately, fate didn't seem to intend to expose him, and he seemed to have another purpose in sneaking here.

Gradually, Crane, who entered the Source Fort for the first time, couldn't hold it anymore, and he agreed on the next meeting time, and then cut off the connection between the Source Fort and several people.

Lewis sank into the gray mist, and as a frenzied murmur ended, he returned to the real world, a slight wind blowing in through the open door.

In order to prevent the fact that he had touched the Source Fort by Amon's doppelganger, Lewis prayed to the goddess again, and after making sure that he had been protected by the goddess, he left the church.

In fact, Lewis did not see the need to pray specifically for shelter, as the goddess would never have watched the Source Fort fall into the hands of Amun.

Lewis put on his top hat, straightened his suit, and headed to the brothel.

If he guessed correctly, his own becoming a transcendent was directed by Amun, and after becoming a transcendent, he might be able to hear Mr. Men's call and be able to confirm Mr. Men's current state.

For Amon, the appearance of the source castle was an unexpected joy, and Mr. Gate was what Amon had been calculating in order to become a god.

In order not to be discovered by Amon, Lewis does not intend to be easily exposed, he wants to live according to Lewis's lifestyle, while playing a lustful, lustful monster.

Walking under the Gothic-roofed building, Lewis knocked on the door, and the waiter who had come to greet him took the tuxedo suit and top hat from him and put them away.

It is a place where men indulge, the air is filled with a faint scent of lavender, and in the dim light, well-dressed gentlemen pick out the girls of their choice.

"Cherry, is she here today?" Lewis asked the waiter.

"Cherie has a guest, please wait."

Lewis frowned, there is a guest referring to that, although Cherie is from a poor background, she is really good-looking, so business is also very good.

Lewis, on the other hand, became a regular customer of Cherie two months ago, and often took care of the other party's business.

After a while, a bloated man came out of Cherly's room, and Cherie saw off the guest and welcomed Lewis into the room.

"Mr. Lewis, it's a pleasure to see you again, it's going to be a wonderful time."

There was a faint smell of rose oil in the room, and Cherie poured Lewis a glass of red wine, and Lewis picked it up, and he smelled danger on Chery.

The transcendent that the monster passes through is not good at supernatural abilities, but is extremely sensitive to danger, and if he uses this trait well, he can avoid most of them.

"I have a disease and the doctor told me to drink only milk for the last few days." Lewis put the red wine glass aside, only to see that Cherie had also put down the red wine, and her red lips were close to him.

"Cherry, let's talk about something else today, like the Tingen Morning Post recently." Lewis picked up the newspaper on the table and changed the subject.

Obviously he had already rejected Cherry's red wine, but for some reason, the smell of danger still hadn't gone away.

"Do you have a crush on another woman?" Cherie changed her words and complained, "Russell the Great is right, men are really animals who like the new and hate the old, Lewis, you are already tired of my body." ”

The corners of Lewis's mouth twitched, why did Russell the Great talk nonsense? The man is ruthless, he is really black even himself.

"Cherry, you know, I'm sick, I'm just feeling tired, I just want to talk to you about life in Tingen today." Lewis opened his mouth and weaved some lies, no matter what, he didn't want anyone around him to be suspicious.

"You're such a weirdo." Cherie muttered.

As Chery's words fell, Lewis felt the spirituality in his body cheer, knowing that after two generations of hard work, the potion had been nearly completely digested.

Cherie and Lewis made small talk, chatting and chatting, and Cherie inadvertently mentioned the witch Serra.