Inside the bar, Lewis and Stephanie played a few games of billiards.

Around eleven o'clock in the morning, a thug called Stephanie away, and Stephanie's face was not very good-looking, maybe something had happened.

"A pet kept in a cage by a gangster figure? Or the Intis. Lewis was playing billiards with no interest, and Stephanie was not like a local who had lived in Port Enmat for a long time, not only because her accent had not integrated into the local area, but also because of her habits.

Compared to the Rune, the Intis have a more sensual feel, and they often speak with exaggerated body movements.

Stephanie's dressing style, accent, and speaking habits are quite different from the natives of Port Enmat.

After 4 p.m., the game of "Dog with Mouse" is about to begin, and the dog trainer has prepared six dogs, as well as a "roulette" wheel for betting.

Lewis came in from outside and sat at the bar, where he saw that the number of customers in the bar was starting to increase, and many of them were drinking beer and discussing which dog was braver.

Until Lewis sat here, a few eyes looked at him, as if expecting his movements.

As soon as the game time was up, Lewis casually tossed a coin with a susor, and the coin was thrown into the groove, which was a bet on the number of dogs.

At the same time, Lewis saw someone following him and making a bigger bet than he did.

This man is the same unloader who advised Lewis not to bet on Hound No. 5 yesterday, and he is here today.

Seeing Lewis's gaze, the unloader smiled and silently took back half of the bet amount so that his amount was less than Lewis's.

The banker also has his eyes on Lewis, who was unusually lucky in yesterday's game.

Lewis didn't take these things to heart at all, and "betting on dogs" here could only make a small amount of money, maybe not even a pound a day.

This amount of money is enough for ordinary people to survive, but for transcendents who want to be promoted, it can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

His main purpose was to digest the potions and find a way for Mr. Red Dragon's minions to find him.

As luck always, Lewis bet on five games in a row, all of which were all hits.

Many drinkers moved their eyes to him, and the feeling that the potion was beginning to be digested began again, and according to the current progress, maybe in another half a month, the "lucky one" potion could be completely digested.

Next, instead of continuing to participate in the game, Lewis used the money he earned today to buy a glass of Southwell beer and feel the sensation of the potion being digested.

"Friend, why don't you participate in today's game?" The unloader approached Lewis and asked.

He had won five games in a row with Lewis before betting on him, which brought his earnings to more than a pound today.

This money is enough for him to spend in the bar for a month, and it is not a small amount of money.

But as Lewis stopped betting, he lost another 5 soles in just two games after betting alone, which is also not a small amount of money.

"Temporary luck doesn't mean permanent, I'm just here for fun." Lewis smiled faintly, he put down his glass, and left the bar.

"He's so lucky!"

The unloader looked at the back of Lewis leaving and couldn't help but sigh.

Gradually, Lewis's fame spread in the "stronghold bar", and many people who often "bet on dogs" heard of such a "lucky gentleman".

And Lewis didn't get nothing, he sensed that the potion was being digested at an accelerated pace, and his role was in line with the code that luck needs to be recognized.

……

The last rays of sunlight were swallowed up by darkness, and the steamships in the distance docked to the shore with the sound of whistles, and the workers on the docks began to disperse in preparation for today's rest.

Lewis closed the window, shielded from the salty sea breeze, and paced the hotel alone.

If he's not mistaken, it's probably a blood moon tonight, and he'll have to go above the gray mist to avoid Mr. "Gate's" whispers.

For him at this stage, Mr. "Door's cry for help" is the most terrifying time, and the curse that remains in his blood will make him suffer pollution until death.

"Mr. 'Door' didn't shout for too long, no more than 10 minutes, but the level of my life with Him was so different that it was hard to hold on to it for just 10 minutes.

No, the monster's senses are too sharp, and I can hold up for up to 8 minutes.

If you are promoted to Sequence 6 or Sequence 5, it may only last less than 5 minutes.

Hiding above the grey mist to avoid the whispering of the full moon is the only way I know of it so far, but it runs the risk of failure, as there are precedents for failed prayers. ”

Under the light of the gaslight, Lewis took out a lead box, opened it, and found a tuft of deep, sea-blue hair.

During the time of Mr. "Gate", if he can't enter the gray mist, he can only try to contact the pollution of the "Chaos Sea" to fight against Mr. "Gate's curse".

It's just that the pollution of the Chaos Sea may be even stronger, and he may end up as a wandering black object that merges with the Chaos Sea.

The crimson moonlight shone through the cracks in the window, staining the table top crimson, and Lewis's spirit tensed.

Suddenly, he heard a terrifying and crazy voice in his ears, and Mr. "Door" was coming!

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun;

Fusheng Xuanhuang God;

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. ”

Following the method prepared in advance, Lewis hurriedly prayed in Hermetic language.

A gray-white mist appeared in front of his eyes, and other whispers rang in his ears, which, although equally crazy and terrifying, were not as damaging as Mr. "Door", and were barely acceptable.

And these whispers belonging to "Source Castle" helped him to reduce Mr. "Door's" whispering, and his mental condition was eased.

He slowly passed through the gray mist, and he could already see the palace like a giant's dwelling, the tall door of light, and the tables and chairs of golden silk nanmu.

Just as Lewis was about to sit down on the chair made of golden silk wood, he felt his body quickly retreat, exiting the castle above the gray mist, and also exiting the gray mist.

Suddenly, Lewis opened his eyes, and he was still sitting at his desk in the hotel, and the whispers in his ears were clearer.

Silvery-white scales appeared on his hands and legs, and the scales grew more and more, almost covering his entire body.

Consciousness is gradually being stripped away, his mind is gradually occupied by two thoughts, destruction and madness, and the precursors of loss of control are increasing.

After a moment's hesitation, Lewis opened the lead case, and a handful of blue hair was reflected in front of him, and he stretched his finger towards the handful of blue hair, trembling.

Unable to escape above the gray mist, he is now either killed by Mr. "Gate" or trying to contaminate the pollution of the Chaos Sea to resist Mr. "Gate's life-seeking curse".

(End of chapter)