Before he had time to think about it, Lewis had already taken the first step.

"Dear Lady Triss, you are like the warm sun in the cold winter, dispelling the ice and snow in my heart." Lewis removed the silver ring from his index finger, placed it on Triss's left ring finger, and kissed the back of his hand like a disciple.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, I think, I don't hate it." Triss smiled faintly, she despised this disciple who was looking for true love in a brothel, but she subconsciously accepted the ring.

Play with Lewis and meet the witch's play. This makes Triss subconsciously not resist, but has a sense of pleasure in wanting to ruin someone, she wants Lewis to be a family man, that will be more fun.

"I really hope we still have a chance to meet, thank you Goddess for letting me meet you." Lewis did a full set of plays, and finally gave away the spell that could change the tide of the battle.

Pretending to be reluctant to send Triss away, Lewis returns to Cherry's room again and continues acting.

"Mr. Lewis, you're getting more and more disagreeable, and the witch Sierra can't satisfy you anymore?" Cherie stared at Lewis, feeling more and more dangerous.

Lewis doesn't know what to say? This is, jealous? No, it should be called jealousy, Cherie is a girl, very good at jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I subconsciously, it seems that there is a mysterious force controlling me just now." Lewis quibbled that he was not wrong, that the key of light parasitic within the spirit was controlling his actions in a covert way.

"There's no need to quibble, it's to be expected that men change their minds, and Triss is more attractive than I am." Cherie bowed her head abruptly, whining like a resentful woman.

Lewis shook his head, Triss is beautiful, but the other party was a man a few days ago, and now he is still a man psychologically. Although Lewis is affected by magical items, he still has a bit of a psychological shadow on this pseudo-girl.

As a veteran of brothels for many years, Lewis naturally knows how to comfort Cherly, but he doesn't want to be a bad guy because it's not in his interest.

Moreover, he and Cherie are only a business partnership, and they are not obligated to do anything superfluous at all.

"Miss Cherry, how did you meet Miss Triss?" When Cherry's jealousy had partially disappeared, Lewis asked impatiently.

He thought that he had grasped the origin of Cherry's sense of danger, and that was Triss. Chick!

Cherry's melancholy came to an abrupt end, a moment of pain flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly, "No, you won't want to know." ”

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth, he really wanted to shout I want to know, I want to know!

As Cherry's mood stabilized, Lewis sensed that the aura of danger was gradually waning, and eventually returning to his usual appearance.

Lewis, who was affected by the magical item, accompanied Cherie for a long time, and when it was past twelve, he left the Wharton Mansion again.

With Triss, the original witch's container, he no longer needs to worry about Serra, the witch of Sequence 6, everywhere, although Serra's taste is indeed great and unforgettable.

"My current focus should not be on having fun, but I should use various methods to enhance my strength to fight against Amon's clone, and when I become Sequence Seven, I should have the ability to have a showdown with Amon." Lewis suddenly thought of it, and couldn't help but think: "It's better to call the night watchman team again, and report it to several churches in Tingen City in advance on the day of the confrontation against Amun, and say that my sister was possessed by an evil god during the ritual." ”

After a cheap lunch on the high street, Lewis hurried to the church of the Goddess, where he listened to the bishop's gentle sermon and dozed off in the midst of a crowd of devout believers, all of which was the cause of spiritual overconsumption.

In the past few days, Lewis has discovered the benefits of the Church of the Goddess, where he can temporarily avoid the maddening gaze, or temporarily accept the protection of the Goddess, and at the same time, the voice of the bishop's sermon is very contagious, suitable for sleep to restore spirituality.

"Sir, sir!"

Lewis heard the nun knocking on the table, and he opened his eyes to find that the believers had left.

"I'm sorry, but the bishop's voice is so contagious, I listen to it too much." Lewis put on his top hat and turned to leave.

"Do those who really listen to God sleep?" The nun complained about Lewis, and the other party could tell this kind of lame reason, this person must not be a devout disciple of the goddess, maybe an undercover agent of another sect.

……

On the outskirts of North City, after a period of strength training, Lewis has developed a deeper understanding of martial arts.

Speed and strength are the foundation of martial arts, while skill is the compensation for strength and speed.

"Lewis, it's up to me to put you to the test today and beat me with all my might."

Lewis pauses his strength training, and the 50-kilogram barbell is easily lowered by him, and the sweat on his body glistens in the yellowing sun.

"Then I'll be rude, Mr. Gawain."

Lewis took a step back and took a single leap to bully Gao Wen, waving his right arm towards Gao Wen.

Gawain was amazed by Lewis's explosiveness, and the distance between the two was more than five meters, but Lewis only jumped to get closer.

But brute force alone wasn't enough to panic a battle-hardened knight, and he raised his left arm to block Lewis's blow.

Lewis still wanted to take advantage of the victory, but suddenly saw Gawain retreat to avoid his attack, fists approaching his Adam's apple.

Subconsciously, Lewis took half a step back, and he was able to dodge Gawain's "fatal" blow.

This is one of the abilities of the "machines", and sometimes, they are able to foresee some fragments of the future and thus avoid danger, which is not the same as divination.

"The response was very good, you know, I ended the lives of a lot of megalomaniacs with this trick." Gawain was a little surprised that after just one week of training, Lewis was able to reach this level.

Lewis didn't say much, just attacked again.

Gawain parryed while keeping an eye on Lewis's movements, both in terms of strength and speed, Lewis was above his former knight.

Even if he happened to see Lewis's flaws, he couldn't keep up with the speed and couldn't effectively attack Lewis.

"It seems that I am really old." Gawain couldn't help but think back to the eventful years of his youth, if he had been twenty years younger, he would have had a way to fight back.

Poof!

Gawain accidentally tripped over a barbell thrown by Lewis and fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but think of what Russell the Great said, "Time is unforgiving."

The wisdom of Russell the Great is truly breathtaking.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Gawain." Seeing that the victory was decided, Lewis stopped his attack.

"You're doing that to your martial arts teacher." Gawain stretched out his hand and complained, "You idiot, don't help me up." ”

Lewis stretched out his hand to Gawain, who slashed horizontally with his other palm as he stood up, and finally put it in front of Lewis's eyes, laughing.

"You are still too young, remember, a good knight will not use weapons against the weak, nor show mercy to the enemy's men."

Lewis nodded slightly, and agreed, "Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Gawain." ”

"Very good, you can't beat me yet, but you're strong enough to deal with most fighters." Gawain pinched his sweat, he was so witty, not only saved face with a sneak attack, but also taught Lewis the most important lesson.

That's right, it's witty! Russell the Great was a genius who could invent such an apt word.