"I can't imagine that Mr. Lewis is still a transcendent of no low rank, judging by your performance, you must be the lucky one of fate, and you have even finished digesting the potion." Sierra smiled lightly, and she easily played with the thread in her hand, a mixture of pleasure and pain on Lewis's face with each flick.

"If it's the big velvet bed at the Wharton Mansion at this moment, I'd be glad to see you, Ms. Serra." Lewis slipped his pistol into his pouch, flustered in his heart, not only because the pistol was out of ammunition, but also because he was now facing a Sequence Six transcendent.

Not to mention facing Sequence Six, even facing Triss of Sequence Seven, Lewis also consumed two lucky charms, and these two lucky charms had the best effect, which allowed him not to fall behind in a short period of time.

But if Vantrice had lost the charm he had sent, or if he hadn't used the lucky charm, he wouldn't have been the winner.

"Me too, Mr. Lewis, I am impressed by your strength." Serra chuckled and said in a deep voice, "But, I can't let you kill Triss, she's important." ”

Lewis spread her hands, of course she knew that Triss was important, after all, this lady was the vessel for the arrival of the primordial witch Chick.

Deep down, Lewis used the machine's nature to show his calmness and seriousness, hoping that this would deter Serra, otherwise he would really use that deception charm today.

"I'm just here to stop the ritual, you know, as a member of the Night Watch Squad, I have an obligation to stop some otherworldly events, but my captain is already waiting nearby, and I'm sure Triss will be caught soon." Lewis counted the time closely, hoping that he was lucky enough to trick Sierra with a lame lie.

"I think it makes sense." Serra didn't dwell on it, she gathered the thread and disappeared into nothingness.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief that the crappy lie had deceived Serra, and luckily he had deceived her, otherwise he would have been in danger.

Using divination to confirm Serra's departure, Lewis entered the small blue building on the second floor where Triss lived.

Walking into the first floor, it was so cold that people would be blown by the wind that would never stop, and the invisible, transparent figures wandered blankly and numbly in every place. However, as Lewis opened the door, the cold wind blew in all directions, and the figures scattered in all directions.

Lewis knew that those invisible figures were supposed to be the lifespans that Triss had collected, and now that the evil ritual had been broken, it was time for those figures to dissipate.

He waited silently for the figures to leave the altar, and let out a silent sigh.

"If someone could have discovered Triss's plan in advance, wouldn't those people have to die? However, now that there is no point in lamenting this, I can only choose to be an indifferent, witness to fate, like a numb machine. ”

The dead cannot be resurrected, and those who are not dead and are being deprived of the rest of their lives should get better quickly.

As Lewis summed up, he felt his spirituality leap for joy again, and the machine potion was further digested, now nearly three-quarters of the way through.

"In three weeks at most, I'll be able to completely digest the machine potion and be eligible for promotion to Sequence Seven." Lewis couldn't help but be satisfied with the progress of his digestion, and it was time for him to look for the potion recipe for the 'lucky one'.

"Waiting for the next tarot meeting, let's just say that I have a dependent, and he wants to get acquainted with the big names of the School of Life......"

Lewis smiled, it was good to have dependents, to be able to brag about his own personality, and to be free to use his status as dependents to do something unknown.

He looked around the room, and there were no valuables left, only some ritual items that Triss hadn't had time to take with him.

Lewis put the ritual items in the bag he carried with him, and even swept away the curtains and sheets, after all, this kind of robbery is not common.

When it was all over, Lewis got less than ten pounds worth of items, which was not a satisfactory receipt. He spilled a few tarot cards, and Mr. Fool, who was behind the pot, was found.

……

Down Iron Cross Street, the lady with a black scar at the corner of her eye was lying on the bed, and last night, when she returned to her room, she suddenly felt a sudden pain in her lungs.

Remembering the advice of the gentleman who had given her ten soles, she began to regret that if she had gone to the workhouse for treatment of her lungs, would it not have hurt so much?

After struggling for almost a day, the woman's physical symptoms with black scars at the corners of her eyes became worse and worse, her vision began to blur, and everything in the room appeared ghosted.

Eventually, she set her sights on her husband with a broken leg, on the ragged, emaciated child who could see ribs, on the pile of unwashed clothes that would be returned tomorrow.

It was as if she had seen the end of her family, and when she died, her husband and children would be kicked out of their homes because they could not pay the rent, and they would eventually starve to death on the streets.

With the last of her strength, the lady summoned the girl to her, and she reached out and stroked the other man's face yellowed from malnutrition, squeezing out an ugly smile, her eyes filled with tears, and she only said "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Suddenly, she felt lighter, the symptoms in her lungs were much lessened, and the strength in her body returned.

"Praise be to the Goddess!" The lady felt that this must be the blessing of the goddess of the night, and she hurriedly tapped four times on her chest to outline the crimson moon.

……

Night has arrived, and the rushing Tasok River has turned into darkness, as if it wants to swallow up the surrounding buildings.

Crane had already predicted that the evil ritual was related to a blue building by the river, with an empty garden, just like in a ghost story.

Thinking that he would explore the castle with Mr. Azik the day after tomorrow, Crane searched for the room in the dream, and he wanted to know what Mr. Azik would look like when he regained his memory, so he made up a lie so that he could go with him.

"This is it!" When he saw the blue two-story building, Klein's inspiration immediately recognized that this was the location of his dream.

"Crane, you go back and call the captain." Approaching the target location, Leonard said.

He knew that at this time, Crane was just a rookie in martial arts, and the opponent in the blue building would be a very vicious opponent with extraordinary abilities.

"Wait, I'll do the divination for you." Crane flicked the coin and recited the divination phrase, and finally the coin fell with the king's head facing up.

Confirming that the operation would go well, Crane got into the carriage and rushed to the Black Thorn Security Company.

The poet Leonard and the corpse collector Frye carefully surrounded the house, and Leonard noticed that there were blood stains on the periphery of the garden, indicating that there had been a battle here before they arrived.

"Leonard, what's going on here? I don't feel any evil breath. Approaching the small blue building on the second floor, Frye, the corpse collector, whispered.

"Anyway, we still have to wait for the captain to come." Leonard didn't let his guard down, he had long noticed the anomaly around the house.