For a whole day, Lewis didn't dare to use any supernatural powers, including going out to pick up money.

Of course, he didn't dare to perform any transcendent rituals.

Although he had confirmed the departure of the official transcendents, there was no guarantee that there would be no eyes watching him beyond his perception.

As dusk approached, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, ready to go and spend some time on Miss Tifana.

Riding in a double-decker public carriage, Lewis made his way to the Eros Center, a short distance away, and entered the place.

In the dim glow of gaslights, pink carpets and curtains accentuate the ambiguous atmosphere, and low-status dancing girls attract guests in exaggerated bunny girl costumes.

"I'm looking for Miss Tifana." Lewis found the waiter and said to him.

The waiter respectfully led the way, and Miss Tifana, as one of the top dancers in the Eros Center, naturally had to take care of her guests.

In the Eros Center, the dancing girl of Miss Tifana's level also has a special name - Venus.

It seems that in the ancient mythology of Intis, Venus is still the goddess of love and beauty.

"Just like the dancers in the Wharton Mansion, high-status dancers can no longer be regarded as mere dancers, they are the stars of a certain city."

Lewis whispered in his heart about these dancing girls, with one more title, it may increase the value of dozens or hundreds of times, and even have the right not to receive guests.

The attendant came to Miss Tifana's room, and Lewis saw a man who had just pushed Miss Tifana's boudoir open, led by another waiter.

"It's so embarrassing, as a ladybug, I met another ladybug, which can be said to be very unlucky." Lewis suppressed the slight change in his expression with "machine characteristics", and he smiled awkwardly but politely at the gentleman.

"You're here for Miss Tiffana, too?" The gentleman asked, with an imperceptible look of anger on his face.

"Miss Tifana is famous for her beauty, and I don't think it's surprising." Lewis spread his hands, and when the other party asked, he felt even more embarrassed.

"Mr. Lewis, Baron Bolton, I'm sorry that I can only entertain one more guest." Walking into the boudoir, Miss Tifana, who was dressed up, first showed a surprised expression, and then frowned elegantly and charmingly, looking quite embarrassed.

"It's not Miss Tifana's fault, I think I can have a game of Russell with this gentleman and decide who will spend the night with Miss Tifana today." Like a warm and caring gentleman, Baron Bolton hung his top hat on a coat rack and looked at Lewis with confidence.

Lewis's desire to fight was also provoked, along with that desire and a fluttering sense of vanity.

Sensing that something was wrong, he took the opportunity to turn on the psionic vision, and under the psychic vision, Miss Tifana's astral spirit took on an extraordinary color.

"Miss Tifana is a transcendent, and my psionic vision can easily see through astral spirits, which means that she is lower than me. She can influence the mood of men in a few words, and should be 'instigator' or 'fraudster'.

However, the 'instigator' or 'fraudster' is only a transcendent being of a lower level than me, and there is no reason why it can easily affect me as a 'machine', which means that Miss Tifana should be in possession of a higher-level transcendent item.

Moreover, my meeting with the baron should not be a coincidence, it is possible that it was arranged by Miss Tifana, and what role she might be playing. ”

Without thinking too much, Lewis nodded and agreed, Russell chess is exactly what he is good at.

He had no reason to let the baron, and besides, Miss Tifana's secret was a little curious.

The waiter set up Russell's chessboard, and Lewis and Baron Bolton sat down facing each other.

"You can go first." Baron Bolton took off his thin gloves and said politely to Lewis.

Lewis nodded, this Baron Bolton seems to be a master, and he actually has the confidence to give way first.

But as a transcendent person who is the path of fate, as long as he goes all out, there is no reason to lose.

After all, the "machine" potion has given them far more computing power and the ability to think calmly than ordinary people.

Picking up the chess pieces, Lewis took the first step.

Baron Bolton smiled confidently at the unremarkable start, and he had reason to believe that Lewis was just a Russell enthusiast.

However, it only took twenty-three rounds for Baron Bolton to be cornered, sweat on his forehead and a slight tremor in his hand holding the piece.

In Russell chess master duels, it usually takes 30 to 50 rounds to decide the winner, but today seems a little unusual.

"It's me who loses." Baron Bolton struggled to restrain his anger, and he smiled, maintaining his gentlemanly image.

Picking up his top hat, he silently exited the room and closed the door.

Miss Tifana watched Baron Bolton depart, stunned, and took Lewis's palm, her azure eyes full of admiration, and exclaimed:

"Mr. Lewis, you have surprised me once again, and I would like to know more of your secrets."

"In addition to billiards and Russell, I am also good at most board games, many of which are even at the expert level." Lewis suddenly showed vanity, and he raised his voice a few points, like a male peacock showing off.

"Mr. Lewis, you are the most amazing gentleman I have ever met." Miss Tifana complimented in her breathtaking tone.

The night was always evocative, and as a man suffering from the side effects of magical items, Lewis persevered for two or three hours before resting.

In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the pink curtains on his face, Lewis slowly opened his eyes.

"I should temper my desires, or I will be depraved, as Blau said, and my subsequent promotion will be in trouble." Lewis sighed, and he briefly felt guilty after the indulgence.

Looking at Miss Tifana, who was sleeping sweetly, Lewis left thirty pounds, and abruptly, the corner of his eye swept to the corner of the wall, a position that gave him a sense of familiarity.

Without pursuing the source of the familiarity, Lewis put on his pants, top hat, and left the Eros Center in a happy mood.

It would be nice if Serra was there, whenever he had to pay a hefty fee of 30 pounds, he would always think of the beautiful and sexy Lady Serra, and the process of prostitution was always more pleasant than the process of spending money.