In the dark depths of the sewers, Lanrius expertly rolls and jumps, dodging attack after attack.

After confronting Sesima, he managed to get rid of the tree seed left on him by the true Creator and escaped into the sewers.

For some reason, in his escape route, there was a man in a mask who was already waiting here and tried to kill him.

The clown had a deck of tarot cards in his hand, and that deck was like a sharp knife, scratching his skin again and again, causing him to flee in confusion.

"Damn, why is this stupid clown here, he shouldn't be the night watchman."

Lanlius expertly walked over the garbage piled up in the sewers, and suddenly, his figure paused slightly, and the next moment the scene in front of him changed, appearing a few meters behind, muttering the same words:

"Damn, why is this stupid clown here, he shouldn't be the night watchman."

Unbeknownst to him, Lanrius walked past the pile of garbage, and his figure abruptly appeared again where he had been a few seconds ago.

Crane stopped, leaving the tarot card that was about to eject in his hand, and he looked nervously at Lanrius, repeating the meaningless act over and over again.

It was as if time had been reset, and Lanrius himself was unaware of it.

Suddenly, Crane heard someone walking in the sewers, using his psionic vision, he could see the spiritual brilliance of the other person, but he couldn't see the more specific appearance.

"Who are you?" Crane's body tensed, and he stared at the figure in front of the sewer, nervous to the extreme.

Lewis didn't expect that he had just woken up and would be able to meet the scene where Crane was chasing and killing Laneus, and he was still in the sewer under his feet.

However, since he met, he didn't sit idly by, just to stabilize his personality for Mr. "Fate".

"Mr. 'Destiny' asked me to witness the rise of a legend, and I think I have already done so." Lewis smiled at the corner of his mouth and asked, "Why don't you take advantage of the moment to deal with him?" ”

The power of the magical object was too strong, and he maintained this state, and every moment he could feel his spiritual power draining rapidly.

In less than two minutes at most, he will have to deactivate the magical item due to spiritual exhaustion.

Crane seemed to come to his senses, and he threw out several tarot cards, which slashed through the fragile parts of Lanrius, nearly slicing off his head.

The next moment, Laneus finally crossed the pile of garbage, blood gushing from his whole body, and he fell a few meters away, his head rolling down and falling into a filthy puddle.

Seeing that the matter was taken care of, Lewis turned around and walked slowly towards the far side of the sewer.

Klein's tense body moved, and after witnessing that scene, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back.

Obviously, Lanerus is also a transcendent person with a high order, but in front of that gentleman, he was played with like a doll, and he didn't even understand what was going on, so he died like that.

Mr. "Fate" is a god who has witnessed ancient history, and just a person has such incredible means.

Klein straightened his back, and the scene of Tingen flashed before his eyes, and he began to cry, and then the cry was mixed with laughter.

"Hahaha......"

Klein kept venting, and after a while, the laughter stopped, and he squeezed his left eye into the darkest part of the sewer, and muttered to himself:

"Captain......

You see, once again we saved Rune......"

Immediately, Crane left the sewers, unable to recover all the tarot cards he had thrown out as weapons, nor did he dare to psychic Lanerus.

Only a badge was found on the corpse, and the badge had the words "Possess this item, you can join".

Dealing with the stains on his shoes, Crane ran out of the sewers in one go, and didn't relax until he reached Black Palm Street.

Then, in the rented one-bedroom house, a quick ritual to summon oneself was held, and all the clothes and items used tonight were carried on the gray mist with the spirit state.

"The guy who helped me tonight."

With a round-bellied pen and parchment, Crane wrote down the divination statement, which he silently recited, leaning back in his high-backed chair, and a gray scene appeared in front of him.

In this gray scene, there was a figure that seemed to be condensed, but at the moment it was about to appear, it was immediately shattered.

Crane forced his way out of the dream, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"That's right, the person I met today is Mr. 'Fate'''s dependent, perhaps because Mr. 'Fate' is blessing, his dependents cannot be divined.

However, Mr. 'Fate''s family should be like this in itself.

They cannot be divined, they only appear at the moment of 'fate'. ”

……

Lewis cautiously left the East End, changed his clothes, and quickly returned to the unattended inn opposite Harvest Church.

Today this incident told him that Seal 0-08 was too terrifying.

Just divination, just looking for news related to the seal 0-08, he was drawn into an almost mortal event.

If it weren't for the fact that the Lord of Mystery had opened a back door for him to enter the gray mist, he suspected that he would be a corpse by now.

"No, maybe it's not a corpse, but a monster out of control, and who knows what the hell will become of the transcendent of the 'Destiny Path' when they get out of control?

In short, it will definitely damage my handsome appearance. ”

Lewis shrugged his shoulders, and he went above the gray mist to "detoxify", which could avoid being divined.

……

In the morning, the morning sun shone down again, and Lewis woke up from his sleep, grabbed his handbag and a lottery ticket, and went to the lottery redemption point.

The employee at the prize point wore a black vest and took the three tickets from Lewis.

"Sir, is it your first time buying a lottery ticket?" The employee asked curiously, and he looked at Lewis's face and felt a little embarrassed.

"Yes." Lewis lifted his top hat and smiled lightly.

"You're a lucky gentleman, the prizes add up to £230, which is not the luck of many people who come to buy lottery tickets regularly."

Lewis was slightly stunned, he felt the spirituality in his body cheering, and the potion was showing signs of further digestion.

"Luck also needs feedback, or rather, there is no measure of luck, it's just that I seem lucky compared to others, so I'm 'lucky'."

Summing up, Lewis was a little excited, and perhaps he would be able to digest the potion easily before he had gathered all the materials for the Priest of Calamity.

The employee sighed and then put the ticket away and exchanged it for a £207 note to Lewis, which was a little less due to the 10% tax.

Lewis accepted the money, and he felt the digestion of the potion again, a symbol of luck.

For the role of "lucky one", he has a further understanding.

(End of chapter)