At the stove, Amun, who wore a pointed bowler, complained of his grievances and quarreled over the trivial matter of drinking coffee.

"Yes, we're Amon too, and we're going to drink coffee too." Another Amon pinched his single-eyed glasses and objected, his hat was crooked, which was particularly eye-catching among the Amun.

Amun quarreled, and the sound of their quarrel fell to Lewis like a crazy whisper, terrifying and unpleasant.

Mandy, who was sitting at the table, pinched her mono-eyed glasses and suggested in a female voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you make good coffee and taste it together?" ”

As she spoke, Mandy tapped on the monocular glasses, and another table was released from the monocular glasses and placed next to them.

A group of Amuns seemed to follow the advice, and they acted methodically, some of them were able to generate flames, and they would be responsible for boiling hot water.

Some Amon is good at brewing coffee, so he takes care of it.

In less than ten minutes, Amun was busy, and steaming coffee began to be served.

The dim candlelight illuminated the small house, which lacked a wall, and Mandy, with her thumb and forefinger pinching the handle, said very ladylikely:

"Lewis, if I hadn't secretly helped your sister, she would be dead by now.

A person who has lost her fate, how is her life, don't you care? ”

Lewis frowned, the feeling of pain and torment tormented her heart, a person who has lost his destiny must not be able to live too well.

Especially, in this dark, terrifying, crazy and chaotic world.

"If Mandy were to talk about things, I don't think we would have much to talk about."

Lewis took a sip of his coffee, and even in his sleep, he could still taste the aroma and sweetness of the coffee.

He can't show his weaknesses, which will allow Amon to find opportunities.

Mandy smiled indifferently, she lifted her glasses, and added nonchalantly: "I can see that you care about her very much, otherwise you wouldn't have left Tingen and went to Beckland to seek promotion." ”

"No, I'm only seeking a promotion to live well for myself, and I've learned a lot." Lewis emphasized coldly.

Mandy leaned back in her chair and asked again, "Why don't you become my favorite?" Then you will be able to have a truly peaceful life, with your sister. ”

"No, you don't! I'm not going to bet my chances on your kindness. Lewist's intention to bring a relaxed smile and become Amon's favorant may have been the first step in Amon's plan.

If Amon's plan succeeds, he will be even more miserable than Mandy is now.

After a pause, Lewis suddenly asked, "Actually, you were looking for the first blasphemous tablet in the Godforsaken Lands, right?" ”

Mandy's expression stiffened suddenly, finding the first blasphemous tablet was indeed one of Amon's purposes, but Amon's purpose was not limited to that.

And there are not many who know Amun's purpose, in fact, there may only be one or two.

Mandy looked up at Lewis and chuckled, "It seems that what happened to you during this time is more wonderful than I imagined." No matter what kind of being you make a deal with, you can't threaten me with that. ”

"Perhaps, the next time we meet, you'll know if I'm threatening you." Lewis smashed the coffee cup, and he picked up the shard, leaving a deep scar on his arm.

Blood gushed out, and the pain spurred him to wake up from his sleep.

"Ha ......"

In the salty and damp room, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air.

The pain in his left arm remains, and the dream seems to affect reality.

He hurriedly put the suitcase at the head of the bed farther away, he could dream of Amon, it was possible that he had touched too many items related to Amon today, and it was also possible that the earrings in the suitcase had been tampered with by Amon.

"I'm going to seek a promotion as soon as possible, and I'm having to deal with a king of angels because of Mandy." Lewis got up from the single bed.

When he was not enough, he couldn't even trade with Amun, let alone take any initiative.

At least until he became a demigod, he would be able to deal with Amun.

At this time, there was still a long time before dawn, and Lewis had washed up and left the hotel.

By the time the first rays of golden sunlight lit up the sea, he had already wandered the port city, trying to find the transcendent.

The promotion of the transcendent requires all kinds of transcendent materials, as well as ritual items, and as long as the transcendent is found, it is possible to find a gathering of the transcendent.

After breakfast, Lewis walked into the "Stronghold Bar" and asked for a South Well beer.

In this era, bars were not only a place to drink, but also a place for information exchange, and many bars were inextricably linked to local gangs or officials.

If you want to know a city and want to know more about it, then the bar is definitely the best choice for outsiders.

"I'm out of town, I want to go to some parties, I don't know how to get these opportunities?" Lewis spoke with an accent closer to that of Beckland, and the locals could hear it even without pretense.

The bartender's hand paused, he glanced up at Lewis, and then continued to wipe his glass, as if he hadn't heard Lewis.

"Friend, if you could treat me to a glass of Southwell beer, I can tell you something." A few feet away from Lewis, a man dressed in sackcloth with a black mole on his mouth looked at him and interjected enthusiastically.

"Of course, my friend." Lewis smiled faintly, "Another South Wale beer." ”

Attending meetings may not necessarily lead to meeting transcendental beings, but as long as he attends such gatherings frequently, he will always attract the attention of some transcendental beings.

The man dressed in sackcloth with a black mole on the corner of his mouth took a long sip of beer and said, "According to my observations, there is an Intis woman who plays billiards here, and it is said that he is the pet of the local gangsters, and if you can get her to bed, you will definitely find many unexpected receipts." ”

Lewis nodded thoughtfully, and he saw the look of wariness and anger on the bartender's face, and even the movement of wiping the glass was unnatural.

Obviously, this person is not talking nonsense, and the stronghold bar may have something to do with the gang.

After all, it is not easy to open a bar in this world, ordinary people simply cannot rely on bars to make money, and only those gangsters or people with official connections can get involved in this industry.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll try." Lewis took a sip of his beer, and he noticed a beautiful woman walking in.

The woman had brown eyes and black hair, and wore a skirt with loose cuffs.

Behind her, followed by two sturdy men.

"That's her." Just then, the man in sackcloth reminded.

(End of chapter)