In the morning, Lewis, who couldn't wait to find strength, temporarily changed his itinerary for the day and went to St. Selena's Church first.

Following the hints in the dream, Lewis went to the hidden corner of the church, pulled out a bronze key from a crack in the wall, and opened the room.

Lewis's spirit cheered for joy, and he opened the package and found a temporary license and a pistol from the police department, twenty rounds of demon hunting bullets.

In addition to this, the package contained several sleeping charms, several silver rings, and some materials for the occult realm.

"What is this?" Lewis frowned at an intricately patterned charm, and he suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness, which was a revelation from the spirit.

After closing his eyes and falling asleep for a while, Lewis understood the usefulness of that particular charm.

It turned out to be a deception charm from the old man, and if he really couldn't get rid of Amon, then this deception charm could be used to deceive the rules and bring him back to life after dying once.

Since the place after the resurrection of the dead is not in Tingen, it does not matter if it is discovered by the god of deception.

Of course, resurrection after death comes at a cost, he will lose the potion of Sequence 8 and become Sequence 9 again, and he will also face the risk of losing control.

"Fraud a god of fraud has no chance of winning, so why not just cheat the rules?" Lewis smiled and placed the charm in the innermost compartment of his shirt.

It seems that in the mysterious world, the rules themselves are meant to be broken, because the underlying rules are too insignificant compared to those angels or true gods.

With everything in place, Lewis set up the ritual supplies and began to use the occult to test his ideas.

Regardless of whether or not the magical object parasitic within his spirit has the property of being alive, he should be able to point to the mysterious object through rituals in order to steal or use the power of the mysterious object.

However, the ritual should be cautious, if something goes wrong and points to an unknown existence, he may be in danger of his life.

Sketching out the prayer mantra in his mind a few times, Lewis lit the candle and prayed.

"Exclusive to Lewis. Harvey's Magical Items;

The key of light hidden in spirituality;

The great power to rewrite the torrent of fate. ”

As Lewis's incantation ended, he felt the spirituality surging up in his body, and it was clear that the incantation had successfully pointed to the magical item inside him.

The next step was to pray for a wish, and Lewis meditated on his needs, and soon, his spirit responded.

At the end of the ceremony, Lewis checked the silver ring on his hand with a dream occupation.

"Great, this silver ring is already a magical item, it can temporarily change a person's fortune, make the person wearing the ring temporarily become a lucky person or an unlucky person, and can also act as a medium for the key of light to locate the target.

However, once the ability is activated, each silver ring can only be used for five minutes, after which it needs to be recharged again, similar to how charms are used. ”

The ability was fed back, and Lewis prayed one more time, making a second ring, followed by a third.

However, when Lewis made his third attempt, the Key of Light did not give him further feedback, but instead turned into a speck of light that exploded in front of his eyes.

"My spirituality is depleted, so the prayer fails." Lewis put on his hat very tiredly, the magical objects hidden in his body did not reveal the nature of being alive, and every time he answered the prayer, it consumed his spirituality.

Storing the pistol and bullets in the compartment of his clothes, Lewis put the two silver rings on his right index and middle fingers, and got up and left the Church of the Goddess.

The pistol must be kept by his side at all times in order to play a role, and although he didn't want Amon to find out about his changes, he had to carry it with him.

Furthermore, is there anything wrong with a genius in fighting and shooting borrowing a gun in the Church of the Goddess? Even if Amon asked, he had a reason.

By nine o'clock in the morning when Lewis had left the church, he had just walked outside the door of St. Selena's Church when he suddenly stepped on a slimy lump and stumbled forward a few steps, barely a few centimeters before his forehead hit the corner.

Obviously, this was a side effect of the failure of the ritual just now, and the magical items parasitic in his spirit would bring bad luck for 60 minutes once they failed to exert their abilities.

"Unlucky!"

Lewis got up and looked around, and seeing that there was no one around, he shoved his shoes into the night herb garden by the side of the road, borrowed them to rub off the paste on the soles, and disposed of the smell with the juice of the night vanilla.

With the lesson of stepping on the lump before, Lewis even walked a lot more carefully, after all, he didn't want to die in a funny way at all.

If you think about it carefully, a strong man in Sequence Eight who died in a corner because he stepped on dog shit will definitely be in the Beckland Daily tomorrow, and then become the talk of gentlemen and wives after dinner.

Finally finding the carriage on the side of the road, Lewis carefully got into the carriage, gave the coachman sixpence, and said in a deep voice, "Go to the Wharton Mansion on Mink Street." ”

The carriage clattered along the road, the wooden rear wheels pressing against the cyan slate bricks and making a regular sound.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently, and Lewis sank first and then his heart, and he had a bad feeling again.

"Sir, the wheels have collapsed, please walk to the Wharton Mansion." The coachman gave Lewis a threepence, and Lewis had no choice but to get out of the car with the money.

"Unlucky!" As soon as he landed, the bluestone brick on the ground suddenly recessed into a piece, and a sharp iron nail faintly appeared in the depression.

Lewis secretly cursed a shitty magical item, and then chose the widest place to move forward, he was really afraid of any more accidents.

After more hardships than usual, Lewis finally arrived at the Wharton Mansion, and he handed his coat and top hat to the waiter, and asked in a state of exhaustion:

"Is Serra the White Swan there?"

The taste of witches is really unforgettable, especially the joy witch, and the intimate contact that morning completely changed his perception of life.

Lewis was completely unable to refute what Russell the Great wrote in his diary, and he even wanted to shout "Russell the Great has vision, and the taste of witches is indeed wonderful".

"Ms. Sierra has something very important to do today, perhaps, you can go to Miss Cherry's room and wait, after noon, Ms. Sierra may come." The waiter put Lewis's coat and hat away and reminded.

Thinking that it would be good to meet Cherry, Lewis walked to the door of Cherry's room and curled his finger, but the knocking on the door suddenly stopped in midair.

His spirituality was touched by danger, and today, Cherry's room was many times more dangerous than usual.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a second of hesitation, confirming that it was unlikely that he would actually be killed by Cherly, Lewis tapped the door three times and eagerly pushed the room open to confirm the situation.

The room was filled with a faint scent of lavender, and in addition to Cherry, there was a lady with a rather round face in the light of the window. Of course, the roundness of her face does not hide the charm of the lady in the slightest, and the combination of her gentle facial features can only make people feel an indescribable beauty and elegance.

"Don't forget what I reminded you." The round-faced lady glanced at Lewis, then put on a fine-mesh gauze hat and brushed shoulders with Lewis, whose shoulder was not quite right, as if she had been injured.

"I know, Ms. Triss." Cherry's face was not very good-looking, and she replied gloomily.

"Triss?" Lewis noticed the strange name, and it was no wonder that his spirituality had a familiar feeling, originally that it was Tris, the instigator, but now that it had become a woman.

Finally let him catch a big fish, Lewis does not intend to let it go easily, if he can grasp Triss's fate to a certain extent, he will have a good chance of changing the fate of passive.