"Don't praise me, you should praise your worth"

Looking at the fanatic lying on the ground, Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth, almost saying what was in his heart, but fortunately he maintained a cold expression in time.

After shaking for a few minutes, the bartender, who seemed to have a brain problem, got up from the ground, and the flesh on his face squirmed, slowly turning into another ordinary appearance, like a fisherman who had been begging for a living at sea all year round.

Lewis watched the change with no expression, the transcendent had the ability to be a "faceling", and it was not known if it was due to the sequence itself, or if it had magical items.

To show a bit of sincerity, Lewis said:

"I heard 'Mr. Red Dragon' say that you are a sequence five, tell me the name of the potion, and I will ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lewis saw another fanatical expression on the bartender's face, and the other party's body trembled, and he knelt down again:

"Allow me to praise you, great Mr. Red Dragon!"

Lewis was a little helpless, he was able to kneel down as soon as he heard "Mr. Red Dragon", this was no longer fanatic, these servants were suspected of suffering from some mental illness.

This disease inevitably involves supernatural powers, and it may be that "Mr. Red Dragon" has manipulated these people in their subconscious in order to control them.

"The subconscious mind has been tampered with, they are no longer their true selves, this is terrible!"

After waiting a few more minutes, the humble servant finally stood up, and Lewis continued the topic earlier:

"Mr. Red Dragon......"

Thump!

Lewis rubbed the corners of his eyes, and he could kneel down at the mention of this title, and it seemed that he could no longer mention the term "Mr. Red Dragon", which seriously affected his communication with the other party.

"What stage are you currently in?" Wait until the other party gets up again, and this time, Lewis finally has a normal conversation with the other party.

"Sequence five, I'm in the stage of 'shepherd,' you can call me Paul." The gentleman picked up a half-height silk top hat from the puddle and put it on his head, with a cold smile on his lips.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a secret prayer channel, and Paul's unusual behavior seemed understandable.

After all, the true god of the secret path is the true creator, a mad god who unconsciously influences the transcendents of the lower sequence, causing the transcendents of the entire sequence to be hidden madmen.

"Perhaps, 'Mr. Red Dragon' is not so dangerous that it is not enough to exert a spiritual influence on these minions." With a bit of luck, Lewis added inwardly.

However, this also means that Paul must not continue to be promoted, and according to his current state, if he is promoted to a demigod in this way, he will definitely become a complete madman, and even maintaining his sanity will become a luxury.

"If you want to be promoted, my advice to you is to jump to the adjacent path, the 'Sun Path' and the 'Secret Invoker' path are adjacent paths, and I also happen to know the potion recipe and ritual of Sequence 4 'The Darkless'."

Paul listened silently, and suddenly he flicked a coin, and the coin fell in his hand, and the head of George III was smiling.

Obviously, this is divination. The "shepherd" could herd seven souls, and Paul was using the power of divination.

Lewis has the quality of anti-divination, and he does not know what divination language is set up, which circumvents the uncertainty of Lewis.

"Now that I've confirmed that you are indeed a learned person, I want to exchange it from you for the potion recipe for the 'Darkless One', and am willing to pay for it." Paul bent down and bowed deeply to Lewis.

Without mentioning "Mr. Red Dragon", Paul's mental condition gradually stabilized and he became like a normal person.

Lewis nodded and said, "I'm looking for an opportunity to 'get promoted' and need you to help me do something." If I get all the transcendent materials, I'll give you the recipe and promotion ceremony for the "Darkless". ”

He asked Paul about it, and while he didn't have the extraordinary properties of the Calamity Sea Serpent, luckily he got a ticket to the "Deep Sea Auction" this Sunday.

The deal was made, and after the two chatted for a while, Paul opened an illusory door, and he stood in front of it, smiling:

"If anything, you can summon my messenger for one silver coin at a time......"

With that, Paul stepped into the door with one foot and disappeared from sight.

Lewis silently memorized the messenger's prayers, and when he progressed to Sequence 6, he might also be able to summon his own messenger, which would bring a lot of convenience to transcendent communication.

Taking advantage of the night, Lewis returned to the cramped inn, and the "Deep Sea Auction" was not stopped because of his report, and it was not known whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Fortunately, the "Deep Sea Auction" seems to have reached a certain tacit agreement with the local Storm Church, and there is a high possibility that the extraordinary characteristics of the "Calamity Sea Serpent" will appear in this auction.

Unfortunately, human trafficking still occurs at auctions, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.

This gangster auction is suspected of involving the official church.

……

On Friday morning, Lewis arrived at the Stronghold Bar early, and he could hear the sound of hitting the ball in the No. 2 billiard room, and Miss Stephanie seemed to be a little impatient, and even hit the billiard ball a lot heavier.

Asking for a beer, Lewis pushed open the door of billiard room No. 2, picked up the cue, and played two games with the opponent.

"Mr. Lewis, your technology has made it hard for me to keep up." Stephanie looked at the hole-in-one billiards, and her heart was nothing but shock.

In some ways, Lewis surpasses ordinary people too much, which makes her realize that ordinary people are vulnerable and vulnerable in the face of these transcendent beings.

"Can you tell me what's going on? No one could bear to leave a scar on the face of a beautiful young lady. Lewis wiped the club with chocolate powder, and he wanted to know something about what happened two years ago, so he decided to look to Miss Stephanie for answers.

"I offended him, if you inquire, you should be able to hear the name 'Gray Wolf', here, he is still famous." Stephanie subconsciously pinched her palm, and the moment she shot at the "gray wolf", she understood the vulnerability of ordinary people.

In front of these transcendent beings, whether it is a knife or a bullet, it is like a child's toy.

"'Gray wolf'?" Lewis frowned, he had only recently arrived in Port Enmat, and he was not aware of the local forces.

The only thing that is certain is that the gray wolf should also have a very high status within the gang, otherwise, he would never have dominated Miss Stephanie for so long, which requires a certain amount of ability.

"If I had the chance, I would love to meet him." Lewis said with a smirk.

As he chatted, he turned the conversation back to two years ago, when Miss Stephanie had first arrived in the port of Enmat.

(End of chapter)