In the morning, Lewis woke up and had breakfast, trying to ignore the distorted, malicious gaze.

"Sister, maybe you should think about getting married, after all, you are not young." Lewis ate his characteristic sandwich and pretended to be normal and chatted with Mandy.

Mandy got up and spun around, her white dress was like a blooming lotus, and she smiled faintly, "Then when you grow up a little more, how about my sister talk to you about marriage?" ”

"We're brothers and sisters." Lewis swallowed, his expression captivated by the beauty.

"Damn Amon, stealing Mandy's identity and messing with my mind." Lewis secretly cursed Amon and the other party's doppelganger in his heart, and shoved a sandwich into his mouth.

"We are not related by blood, you and my parents have passed away one after another, and you are my only important family." Mandy sat down, seemingly in a state of sadness.

Lewis didn't say much, as a gentleman, if he behaved too well, it was easy to arouse Amon's suspicions.

Out of the Night Vanilla Block, Lewis got into a public carriage, and he wanted to go to the Church of the Goddess to see if the real Mandy was still alive, but remembered that Crane's party was usually scheduled for three o'clock on Monday afternoon.

"Take a trip to the Wharton House on Mink Street." Lewis told the coachman that he would strengthen his time to move, going to the Wharton Mansion in the morning to chat with the young ladies, and in the afternoon to pray in the Church of the Goddess.

The coachman muttered a word of envy and jealousy, and then drove the carriage to Mink Street, and parked the carriage in front of the Wharton Mansion.

Lewis paid sixpence and entered the place of nostalgia.

The waiter took the clothes and gloves from Lewis, and Lewis entered Cherry's room as usual.

The rising morning sun shone in through the east window, making the room less dim, and Lewis focused, perceiving the distorted, malevolent gaze beside him, but without the sense of danger.

He rubbed his temples, sat in the sun and read the daily Bakeland newspaper, and noticed the secret call for the gathering of the old gentleman of the "Eyes of Wisdom".

After a few moments, Cherie pushed the door open, and Lewis frowned slightly, sensing a sense of danger again.

It stands to reason that Cherie should have no reason to harm him, but it can only be that Cherie herself has a problem.

"Mr. Lewis, you're here so early today." Cherie closed the curtain in the corner, changed into a dancer costume, and put on makeup.

Lewis barely suppressed his unquenchable desire, he poured two glasses of red wine, and handed one over when Cherie had changed her clothes.

"The doctor said that my condition has improved a lot, and I can drink some properly." Lewis explained.

"Cheers to Mr. Lewis." Cherie smiled sweetly as she drank the wine.

It wasn't until he watched Cherie drink the red wine that Lewis drank it, confirming that Cherie really didn't have any intention of harming him.

"Mr. Lewis, do you want to play something new today?" After drinking the red wine, Cherry's cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit Lewis's ear and asked softly.

Lewis's heart beat a little faster, and under the side effects of the magical item, his desire turned into a flood beast and almost drowned him.

Perhaps, it is not bad to indulge once now, just to deceive Amon.

However, he can't indulge in gentleness, and getting rid of Amon as soon as possible and rescuing the real Mandy by the way is what he has to do now.

"Let's talk about Serra the Witch, you know, I'm not well." Lewis opened the pocket watch on his chest, glanced at the time, and reminded.

Chelie sat on the edge of the bed and complained, "I knew you had a change of heart, but Sierra doesn't spend the night casually." ”

"So, what about the conditions for Serra's overnight stay?" Lewis immediately became interested, to be honest, it was indeed important to get rid of Amon, but the taste of witches, he also wanted to give it a try.

According to Russell the Great, the taste of witches is an indescribable beauty.

"It seems that it's not bad to indulge once in a while, it's all the fault of the magical item anyway, and I don't know when I'll die at the hands of Amon." Lewis secretly comforted himself that it was all Amon's fault, it was all mysterious's fault, and it was all the world's fault.

"Sierra likes men with strength and prefers men with talent. If you're a poet or a champion, it's a lot easier."

Lewis suddenly felt that he had hope, and as a transcendent, he could become a martial arts master in a short period of time; As a traverser, he has a rich reserve of poetry.

Thinking that his treatment didn't seem so bad, Lewis thought about how to write a classic poem that would make Sierra welcome him with her ass dangling.

Cherry's face gradually fell, she found a black book from the shelf, slapped it in Lewis's hand, and said, "Perhaps, you need a copy of Russell's Selected Poems, which Serra prefers." ”

"Unlucky!" Lewis seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, and he suddenly forgot that there had been many time-travelers in this world, such as the 360-degree Russell the Great.

Flipping through the thick selection of Russell's poems, the more Lewis looked at it, the more worried he became, basically some famous poems, Russell the Great plagiarized them, and for a while he was left with emotion.

It seems that wanting to taste the taste of a witch is not something he can do with a sequence eight without a background.

"Giggle......" Seeing Lewis's frustrated appearance, Cherie covered her mouth and laughed, as if taking revenge.

As soon as noon passed, Lewis went to the bathroom.

The most important part of playing Lewis is that unquenchable desire, if he always suppresses himself, sooner or later he will be discovered by Amon's clone.

So, find a way to get to know Serra, pretending that you have a higher pursuit, and you don't look down on those vulgar fans anymore.

If it was really a real witch, she might be able to help him deal with Amon's doppelganger at a critical moment, under his own calculations.

Lewis shook his right hand, if Amon who was spying on him was just a doppelganger of Sequence Seven, with the magical item, he might have a chance to get rid of it.

Inadvertently, Lewis's eyes flashed into the middle of a dark night, and Mandy carried him around with a high fever looking for a doctor; remembered that when his adoptive parents died, Mandy hugged him tightly and comforted him that everything would be okay; remembered that Mandy was obviously more sad than anyone else, but she was holding on to her body to support the lives of the two.

Lewis rinsed his palm, and as the memories of the original owner of the body fused further, Lewis was emotionally affected by memories that did not belong to him, and Mandy was an important relative.

Although they are not related by blood, they are a part of Lewis's life.

Leaving the lavatory and asking for a top hat from the attendant, Lewis put on and rode to the Chapel of the Goddess in a carriage.