Lewis affixed the stamp to the envelope and wrote down the address of the Wharton Mansion in Tingen, and as for the sender's address, of course, it was the current hotel.

Suddenly, his inspiration was struck.

Blinking three times to open the vision of the right eyelid, a shark swam out of the wall, clutching a letter in its jagged teeth.

As the shark opened its mouth, the letter fell into Lewis's hands, and the shark passed around Lewis and eventually sank under the floor.

The letter was opened, and inside was a straw-yellow piece of paper.

"Dear Mr. Red Dragon,

I arrived at the port of Enmat this morning, but I still have no idea how to get promoted.

It's too difficult for ordinary transcendents to cross that line.

Of course, for you, crossing that line may be just the beginning of becoming a strong one.

I will work harder to get into what you said about sniping the demigods as soon as possible.

Please allow your humble servants to send you your sincerest greetings. ”

Lewis sat at his desk, lightly tapping the cedar table, Mr. Red Dragon's servant had come to Port Enmat, and a Sequence Five was looking for an opportunity to be promoted to a demigod.

Sequence 4 belongs to the high sequence, and the transcendents of this sequence can already use the mythical form for a very short time, and their life level can already be listed as "gods".

No matter which sequence of transcendents it is, Promotion Sequence Four is a qualitative improvement, and its promotion difficulty is several levels higher than that of the middle and low sequences.

"Maybe I should help him and use what I know." Lewis couldn't help but think that the servants who helped Mr. Red Dragon were also helping themselves.

After all, the current Mr. Red Dragon is himself, and Mr. Red Dragon's servants are his own servants.

What's more, he might be able to exchange some resources from these minions, and if all goes well, he could even have these minions form a simplified version of the Tarot Society.

"It's really difficult for you to get promoted.

I have an unknown relative, who knows a lot of things, and is currently seeking a promotion in Nmatt Harbour, and if you can find him, you may be able to find out about it.

He's a very lucky guy who knows more secrets than you might think. ”

Racking his brains, Lewis briefly mentioned himself that he was going to appear as a relative of "Mr. Red Dragon", and the fact that he could not be discovered by the other party was "Mr. Red Dragon".

It's a bit difficult, he can't tell the other party the truth, but also let the other party find himself.

Listing the letter as a draft, Lewis went to an advertising agency, printed it out on a printer, and delivered it by courier.

With that done, he began to wander the streets, looking for an opportunity to digest the potion.

Not far away, huge steamships shuttle through the harbor, bringing with them goods from all over the world, including the specialties of the Southern Continent as well as the culture of Intis.

As the second largest port in Rune, the port of Emmatt is a great contribution to the development of the port city with more than a dozen steam ships docked on the shore every day.

"The port of Enmat is a port city, and I might be able to meet Miss Intis here and experience the atmosphere of Intis." Lewis walked along the dock and occasionally looked up to see if there were any beautiful street girls on the side of the road.

The Intis girl he met at the bar this morning gave him a strong sense of shock, whether it was her generous and enthusiastic personality or the confidence she showed all the time, she was obviously different from the women of the Rune Kingdom.

Suddenly, Lewis stopped, and he searched his surroundings with his senses, until he made sure that no eyes were directed at him, and then he lowered his head, and picked up the £5 note as he pretended to lift his shoes.

"If I just want to be an ordinary person and rely on the ability to pick up money, I can make a good living." Tucking the five pounds into his pocket, Lewis had the illusion of taking advantage.

Suddenly, his feet slipped and he fell onto the bluestone brick-paved road, and a cloud of horse manure could be faintly seen in front of his vision.

Lewis stood up quietly, patting the dust off his body, thinking that his luck had probably run out of luck lately.

"It's still too slow to digest potions by picking up money, I should go to the bar more and participate in the 'dog with a mouse' gambling activity, lucky needs feedback......"

Thinking silently about this, Lewis crossed this street and turned onto another.

At the entrance to the street, a little girl was handing out a flyer, and Lewis took it, flipping through it to see if it was a bounty for Tris.

"In the port of Enmat, there are still people offering a reward for the murderer of the Alfalfa tragedy, Tris.

Also.

After all, the port of Enmat was the first port where the Alfalfa docked, and the instigator who single-handedly caused the tragedy did not know how many families were destroyed. ”

With a light sigh, he tossed the bounty slip away.

Perhaps, this world is so unfair, although Triss is not having a good time, he has become Triss and a puppet of the witch sect.

In the future, she has another chance to burn herself for love, for her own prince.

……

The morning sun shone on the city of Tingen as usual, and although the tragedy of the Black Thorn Security Company shocked many people, it did not last long.

Dunn is a hero who saves the city of Tingen, and he's also a wretched creature who always fights danger and madness.

Few people knew what Dunn had done, and there was no media hype, which made the Heir of the Evil God incident buried in official documents and in the memories of the night watchers.

Miss Sierra took the letter from the waiter, opened it, and took out from it a piece of stationery and a bottle the size of half a thumb.

In the letter was Lewis's handwriting, which detailed the feelings of longing.

"Mr. Lewis, he's in Port Nmart, he's looking for a promotion, he's showing me his affection!" A look of joy appeared on Serra's face, her fingers trembling slightly, even with the letterhead.

Opening the blue vial, a smell of roses came to her face, and she carefully sprinkled some on the back of her hand, sniffing the taste, looking intoxicated.

A moment later, she took out a pen and wrote a reply letter:

"Mr. Lewis:

Thank you for your letter, I miss you very much and want to go to your side.

I love the Intis perfume you gave me, I love the smell and the color.

Looking forward to your promotion soon, I don't want to stay at the Wharton House anymore, I just want to be your exclusive dancer. ”

After writing the letter, Serra presented a blank postcard with a tall Indys plane tree printed on it.

She sealed the letter and filled it with the address Lewis had left behind, looking forward to its early arrival at the port of Emmatt.

(End of chapter)