Since he didn't plan to believe in the goddess of the night, Lewis felt that he should convert to a more influential god, or else, the eternal sun.

Thinking of this, Lewis suddenly wanted to praise the sun, although the sun realm burned a little money, but correspondingly, the eternal sun should be very rich, after all, the authority of the true god has the identity of the god of contract and the guardian of commerce.

If the object of today's prayer was the eternal sun, maybe 10,000 pounds would have been in hand, rather than being thrown out of the ritual by the goddess.

"Forget it, in fact, the goddess is not bad, at least he saved my life, from the hands of Amon." Lewis felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and he decided to go to the Wharton Mansion to deal with a personal matter.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the carriage stopped in front of the Wharton Mansion, and Lewis got out of the carriage and walked into the mansion.

"Is Ms. Sierra here?" Lewis asked, tossing his coat and top hat to the waiter.

"Please go to Ms. Serra's room, I think she's been waiting for you for a long time." The waiter lowered his head slightly and said sincerely.

Lewis was a little impatient, and he suppressed the side effects of the magical item and went to Ms. Serra's room.

The mid-afternoon sun was shining in the room, and Serra was sitting at the dressing table, wearing a black silk tight dress, leaning forward slightly, and applying lipstick to her lips in the mirror.

"Welcome, Mr. Lewis." Seeing Lewis coming in with the waiter, Serra stopped moving.

"It's nice to see you again, Miss Serra." Lewis bowed slightly, and said hello with some excitement, Serra's figure is awesome, and she feels like she can give birth to a son.

"Sit down, let's play a game of Russell first, it's interesting." Sierra sat Lewis down and took out a box of 32 pieces, divided into black and white.

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth, isn't this thing chess? Russell the Great actually changed his name to Russell, he is really narcissistic.

Placing the chess pieces on the chessboard, Lewis almost subconsciously thought of various chess moves and ways to deal with them, as a "machine" of fate, he himself has extraordinary computing power, which is determined by his own characteristics.

Lewis knew he could easily win against Serra, but as a rational gentleman, he decided to maximize the benefits.

Serra moves her pieces confidently, she is a great admirer of Russell the Great, and she has studied Russell very deeply. In fact, she has played chess with more than one guest, and even real chess players have praised her skills.

As there were fewer and fewer pieces on the board, Sierra gradually realized that Lewis was extraordinary, and she thought that she had studied Russell well, but she could not win easily.

"Mr. Lewis, I won." After a clever release from Lewis, Serra won a hard-fought victory, and she announced the victory with a little joy, and the success of the ordeal is always exciting.

"Miss Sierra is really good at Russell, and I didn't expect to lose." Lewis sighed, a look of regret.

"Mr. Lewis is also very good." Serra poured two glasses of red wine, and she handed one of them to Lewis and said, "Let's toast Russell, to the great Russell!" ”

Lewis drank and moved with Sierra for more than three hours, staining the velvet quilt with the smell before leaving satisfied.

By the way, I don't forget to sigh again: Russell the Great is right, the taste of witches is fantastic!

After Lewis left, Serra tasted the wine to her heart's content, being a girl at the Wharton House helped to digest potions, and she was able to meet many nobles and celebrities, which helped to improve her status in the Witch Church.

Suddenly, Sierra licked the corners of her mouth and said to herself, "Mr. Lewis is wonderful, there are few men as knowledgeable and strong as him, and who share similar hobbies as me." ”

"Lady Serra, have your letter." A waiter burst in and handed Serra a letter.

Serra took the envelope and opened it, her face suddenly changed, and she muttered, "She actually wanted to do such a stupid thing!" ”

……

The afternoon sun was good, and Lewis always felt that the experience today was not too good, and Serra's chess game was very slow, as if he knew that his desire was strong, as if he was deliberately trying to whet his appetite.

"The core of the witch's path is to bring pain, and the pleasure witch is no exception, and the desire to indulge is also a kind of pain. Serra should have been acting just now, and if she can advance to sequence six, she will have some understanding of acting. ”

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth as he thought about the witch's nature, and when he himself was proud of his white prostitution, perhaps Serra was laughing at his innocence.

As he walked along the road, Lewis suddenly noticed a wave of tiredness, which was not fatigue after exercise, but a prompt from the spirit.

Sensing that someone was going to contact him, Lewis hurriedly got into the public carriage and took a nap in the carriage.

Passing through the pure white in front of him, Lewis saw the empty streets of Tingen, he took off his top hat, bowed slightly, and said:

"It's been a long time, Mr. Pales, and I thought you were hiding because you were afraid of Amon."

"Young man, I advise you not to try to provoke an angel." Parles snorted coldly, Lewis's taunt making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Lewis shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"I sense that you have defeated Amon's clone, and that deception charm must be returned to me." Parles. Zoroaster said solemnly.

Lewis's face sank, the deception charm was saved by him at the risk of his life, how could he return it?

It was one of the few powerful and practical transcendent items in his hands.

"Actually, I wanted to return that charm to you a long time ago, but the goddess is going to leave the charm, you know, this is a little reward for the goddess to save me." Lewis lied, and the nature of the "machine" made him lie without a red face and a heartbeat.

Paris's face was gloomy, how could the goddess of the night covet a deception charm, this was clearly a lie told by Lewis because he was unwilling to hand over the charm.

The old angel Pales was helpless, he wondered why the goddess had saved such a thing? And let this thing become a dependent.

"If nothing else I'll leave, Amon stole my sister Mandy. Harvey's fate, I must find my dear sister, after all, I am a person who values love and righteousness. Taking advantage of Pales' inattention, Lewis withdrew directly from the dream.

"Lewis. Harvey. "Parles remembered the name, if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't regained his strength, he would have stolen something from Lewis just now and taught the other party a lesson.

The carriage jolted, and Lewis slowly woke up from his dream, and he touched the deception charm placed close to him, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in protecting his property.