In the city of Tingen, the dragon bar in an intricate room.

Svein, the barkeeper in a navy suit, added the last of the auxiliary herbs to the container, and the glass suddenly boiled, the liquid turned a disgusting yellow, and bubbles appeared out of thin air from the bottom, churning upwards.

"Old Neil, use your divination to see if this potion has succeeded." Svein set his eyes on an old man with gray hair and a classical black robe.

Old Neil took out the pendant, and he silently recited the divination three times, and then his spirit gradually emptied.

"There's nothing wrong with this potion." Old Neil glanced at Ademisor, who was huddled in the corner of the wall, his mouth emitting unknown words, and confirmed in an old voice, "Are you really going to let him drink this potion?" Even if you know he's not in the right state. ”

"That's right, this is a once-in-a-decade opportunity, and for Ademisole, it's more likely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Svein sighed and added, "With Ademisol's current state, how long can he last even if he doesn't drink potions?" ”

Old Neil fell silent, he clearly understood that Ademisor was on the verge of losing control now, and even if he didn't drink the potion, it would only be a matter of time before he lost control.

Svein walked to the corner and saw Ademisor's empty eyes by the light of the gas lamp, and the other man's body was trembling at the moment.

"Dead Man...... The dream was full of blood, and the ground was full of dead people, and among the dead people was me...... Haha......" Ademisore laughed maniacally, curling up in the corner, as if only there could bring him safety.

An irascible Svein punched Ademisor in the face, then grabbed his opponent's hair and poured the configured "monster" potion down.

Ademisor reluctantly drank the potion, and white scales began to appear on his body, and then he lay on the ground and rolled over, making a "whine" sound in his mouth.

"Imagine a mouse in your head, repeating it over and over again." Old Neil repeatedly reminded him that this was the beginning of the meditation method.

Gradually, the white scales on Ademisor's body grew more and more, until they spread to his neck, and he let out a sudden roar of rage, and then passed out.

Old Neil took out the pendant again, and after he silently recited the divination sentence, the chain turned clockwise.

"Even if he absorbs the potion, he will be considered Sequence Nine when he wakes up, but I must tell you that he can't be promoted again in this life. Even if he becomes Sequence 9, he is always in a state of semi-madness, and at most occasionally sober. ”

"I understand that it was a very fortunate result." Svein replied in a deep voice.

……

It was getting late, so Lewis took the key and went back to 19 Aort Street, and when he opened the glass door, the shop was not very large, less than fifty square meters.

Fortunately, on the second floor was an attic with shabby furniture and beds provided free of charge by Mrs. Gallaher.

It was already completely dark, and Lewis turned on the gas lamp and cleaned up the room by the light of the gas lamp, barely enough to live in it.

"Perhaps, I should find a maid." Lying in bed, Lewis couldn't help but think that with his current standard of living, he could afford to hire a maid.

Of course, this is not a mature idea, as a transcendent person, his life has too many secrets, and hiring a maid can be too much inconvenience.

Suddenly, Lewis sensed an indescribable feeling of tiredness and found that someone was trying to contact him with dreams, and he fell asleep.

Through the pure whiteness in front of him, Lewis saw the streets of Tingen again, and the old angel Pales, who still looked so serious.

"What's the matter? Mr. Parles. Lewis asked expressionlessly.

"I sense that you have left the city of Tingen, which is really good news." Parles looked at Lewis and said sincerely.

Lewis felt the old angel's deep disgust, and he frowned, suddenly remembering something.

"Dear Mr. Pales, do you know anyone from the School of Life? I'm about to be promoted to Sequence 7, and if you will help me, I will definitely repay you in the future. Lewis smiled faintly and proposed.

"I warn you, don't try to get anything out of me again!" Parles said coldly, "I contacted you because I felt something disgusting in you. ”

"What's that?" Lewis subconsciously looked at what could make an angel feel disgusting, and this thing was probably not simple.

"I can't say, but I'm sure you can understand. Finally, don't look for me again, after all, I'm just an old man. Pales's voice fell, and the dream shattered.

"Rub!" Lewis sat up from his sleep suddenly, he just wanted to scold people now, and he obviously contacted him, but what did he mean when he said it?

"Can't say it, or don't you dare to say it? Or maybe you're just trying to scam me? Lewis couldn't help but think, then shook his head and fell asleep again.

What is the use of something that can make an angel jealous, even if he knows it? It's nothing more than lying down and waiting to die.

Lewis can still think about it, he is just a sequence eight, even if he knows what is really abnormal, that is, what to do, by the way, pray that those hidden beings spare his life, and even at the critical moment, he can consider revenge on the goddess's thigh, because he is the most devout believer of the goddess.

In the morning, when it was getting dark, Lewis woke up. He boiled water, brewed some black tea, sat by the window and drank it.

Suddenly, Lewis felt a rather uncomfortable sense of disobedience, and vaguely remembered that a few days ago, he was also sitting by the window of the detective office, with a pen and letter in his hand, as if he wanted to write something.

"I have to do a divination."

Lewis wrote down the divination phrase "Forgotten Memory" and then fell asleep holding it.

After about five minutes, Lewis opened his eyes, and he rubbed his forehead, only secretly feeling the strength of the seal 0-08.

"Because I wanted to try to save Dunn. Smith, which led Ince. Sensing that his script was in danger of being destroyed, Zangwell used the contamination to force me to forget that part of my memory? ”

After thinking about it, Lewis found the envelope and the stamp again, and he realized that he couldn't possibly rewrite the script for Seal 0-08.

Now, the script for Seal 0-08 is not just Ince. What Zangwilli wants to achieve is what the gods who are watching the city of Tingen want to achieve.

"But maybe I can look for a little bit of change." Lewis didn't write anything on the letterhead, but took the two silver rings from his left hand, put them in two separate mails, and threw them into the mailbox outside the door.