"You are really funny, so interesting!"
A drunken Charlie hooked Lumian's shoulder and walked out of the bar covered with floor tiles.
There were also nearly twenty people singing, gambling, shouting, and venting their inner emotions to their heart's content.
Only at such times do they seem to be not poor ghosts with meager salaries, but their own masters.
"I thought you would play Billy Billy with them." Lumian put his arm on Charlie's back and walked up the stairs to the upper floor with a smile.
Billy Bee is a popular gambling game in Trier, and Lumian has just learned about it.
Unlike Trier's favorite "Fighting Evil", Billy Bi only needs a piece of paper to play - depending on the number of people, the host draws a different number of squares on the paper, ranging from 9 to 64, and each grid is compiled with a number, allowing participants to choose a bet.
Finally, the host determines a lucky number through draws, coin toss, dice throws, etc., and the person who buys takes all the bets.
If no one buys it, all the money goes to the host.
The people who come to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" speakeasy are either residents here or nearby poor, and their wallets are quite empty, mainly using alcohol instead of money to play gambling games.
Charlie burped long:
"I haven't gotten this week's salary yet, so I can't be too indulgent!"
He then said to Lumian in an excited tone:
"You know what? I am now working as a trainee waiter at the White Swan Hotel, the one in the hot spring area of Xinjie.
"What does that mean? It means that I can wear a white shirt, a red vest, a black formal dress, and tie myself with an elegant bow, and I can get a salary of 65 Fairkin every month! When I became a real waiter, I heard that during the high season, you can get 7 Felkin a day just by tipping!
"When I get rich, I'm going to open my own hotel, no, big hotel, when the time comes, I'll ask you to be the waiter foreman, that damn guy, you don't have to do anything, just walk around in a tuxedo, find fault with us, and your monthly salary will be 150 Felkin!"
The income of a trainee waiter is a little higher than that of a coolie...... Lumian smelled of alcohol on his body, but there was no smell of alcohol in his eyes, so he nodded invisibly.
He remembered reading a newspaper in his study at the beginning of the year, which said in a joyful tone that Trier's coolies earned about seven hundred feldin a year.
After all, when he was wandering, he only cared about how much food he could get every day, whether there were well-wishers to give a few ricks, and the income of the villagers in Kordu Village was mainly in kind, which made him only understand the price of specific goods and the gold content of different banknotes, and lacked a clear understanding of the overall situation.
Of course, this is also because Aurore's income is very high, so he hardly has to worry about the situation at home.
As far as Lumian knows, after Aurore became famous, with the increase in publishing books and signing columns, his income increased a lot every year, and last year's total remuneration seems to be close to 13 Felkin.
However, Aurore earns and spends a lot, with spells, materials, and occult knowledge being the bulk of her spending, and she may still be helping some members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who are not doing well, donating to charities formed by the government or the church for a long time.
But what puzzled Lumian was that when he bid farewell to Kordu Village, he didn't find a certificate of deposit at home.
He knew very well that Aurore had always had the habit of saving, and the premise was that she had saved a lot of money in Suhit Bank and other places.
In this regard, Lumian temporarily suspected that he and his sister were chosen as sacrifices or vessels, and during this period of losing their personal freedom, they were attacked by the parish priest Guillaume. Bene's gang took it.
As soon as he walked up to the second floor with Charlie shoulder to shoulder, Lumian heard a mournful wail:
"You bastard!"
Bang! As a door slammed shut, the wailing was blocked back, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in the corridor.
A figure wearing a neat black tuxedo walked from the end of the aisle towards the staircase.
This is also a young man, he should be about the same age as Charlie, his brownish-yellow hair is combed into three or seven points, his dark brown eyes can't see any emotion, and his slightly thin lips are pursed tightly.
He is quite good-looking, holding a black top hat in his hand, as if he is attending a salon in high society, which is incompatible with the environment of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
The man was accompanied by the cry of a woman, full of pain and despair.
Watching the man's back disappear into the stairs leading to the bottom floor, Charlie, who had a ruddy face, curled his mouth:
"What a bastard!"
"Do you know him?" Lumian is still quite "concerned" about the neighbors around him, after all, he may live here for a while, and the more he knows about the environment, the safer it becomes.
Charlie said in a contemptuous tone:
"His name is Larente, the son of Mrs. Lakazan in room 201.
"Mrs. Lakazan has to sew socks for people and do all kinds of handicrafts for sixteen hours a day, just to feed this bastard, and he always wears decent clothes and takes money to go to those expensive cafes, saying that he can meet people in high society and find opportunities to get rich!
"Hehe, he thinks he's very talented......"
Before Charlie finished speaking, there was another fierce quarrel between a man and a woman in a certain room.
They insulted each other.
"A couple who eloped on the 3rd floor, the money is spent almost like this every day." Charlie Tsk smiled and said, "Friend, you have to get used to it, this is a market area, a chaotic street, a 'Golden Rooster Hotel', and people who are seriously ill, bankrupt guys, vendors who trick tourists into buying things, outsiders who just go downstairs to drink and never leave the hotel, street girls who have little money, madmen who occasionally wake up when their heads have problems, stonemasons who have lost their jobs, retired soldiers, old men who pretend to be poor, wanted criminals......
"They must thank Mr. Eve for being a good person and being tolerant in other ways except that he cannot default on rent."
"Mr. Eff...... Hotel owner? The miser Mrs. Firth said?" Lumian asked rhetorically.
Charlie immediately smiled:
"Yes, a kind-hearted miser, he even gave everyone free sulfur!
"Hiccup, I haven't seen Mr. Eve for several days, I'm really worried that in order to save money, he won't go to City Wall Street, not to the place where the Red Princess is different, just find a random woman on the chaotic street and get seriously ill......"
Saying that, Charlie waved his hand:
"Charles, hiccup, I'm going up to sleep, I'll be out at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I must arrive at the hotel at seven o'clock.
"Hiccup, if you can't find a job, you can tell me, I will help you introduce you to work as a handyman in our hotel, you can get 50 Felkin every month, and you can even get 75 after a long time, and you will get free food for every meal, and you will also be provided with a liter of wine at night!"
"Okay." Lumian smiled and watched Charlie walk upstairs.
At the same time, he said to himself silently:
"Simple provocation doesn't help much with the digestion of magic medicine......"
He assembled the "fool device" in the bar to provoke everyone there, and the result was also very successful, but it did not bring further digestion of the magic potion.
Previously, during the journey from Daliege to Trier, Lumian was often provocative, occasionally feeling that the magic potion was being digested, but most of the time he gained nothing.
If he can't find a more correct way to play, he suspects that it will take at least a year to digest the "Provocateur" magic potion.
On the way back to room 207, Lumian heard a violent cough from upstairs, heard the woman calling her lover a "lazy ghost" and a "trash", heard gunshots and a bunch of people chasing by.
This is the "Golden Rooster Hotel", this is the chaotic street.
According to Charlie, at night, even the police did not dare to walk in here alone, and at least one companion was needed to make them muster up the courage.
Taking out the brass-colored key, Lumian pushed open the door and walked back into the house.
Those bed bugs seemed to have some kind of strange perception and never came back here.
Lumian smelled the sulfur, looked up, and found a letter lying quietly on the wooden table by the window.
He took a few steps closer and picked up the paper folded into squares.
Ms. "Magician" reply? Lumian muttered as he unfolded the letter and began to read the crimson moonlight shining through the window:
"I'm glad you've arrived in Trier, which proves that you've mastered the initial skills of evading pursuit and rediscovered the experience of walking on the dark side of society.
"This Sunday at 3:30 p.m., at booth D at Mason's Cafe in the Botanical Garden, one of the psychologists will provide you with therapy.
"These days, your mission is to go to the catacombs of the Observatory Area and find a man named Aosta. Trul, where he often pretends to be a wizard and defrauds tourists and citizens of money.
"No matter how you use it, gain the trust of Aosta. Trull, and show that you are also capable when the time is right."
The Botanical Gardens and the Observatory area are both to the west of the Honest Market area, next to each other, with the former to the south and the latter to the north, resting on the Serenzo River.
Lumian repeatedly read the reply letter from Ms. "The Magician", remembering the corresponding place, time, and name, then lit a match and burned the paper full of Intis' words.
After doing all this, he went to the nearest bathroom to clean his body briefly, then took out the "fallen mercury" wrapped around the black cloth, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.
The ceiling covered with bed bug marks came into his eyes, and the sound of coughing, crying, and quarreling echoed quietly in the room.
It didn't take long for the eloping couple to tell everyone with intense exercise and unabashed gasps that they had reconciled.
On the street outside, several rough voices sang obscene songs, interrupted by gunshots, followed by curses, the interlacing of sticks, and the movement of sharp weapons into the flesh.
Compared to Kordu Village, the nights here are very noisy.
PS: The second shift is to ask for a monthly pass, and the extra watch is at 0.5 minutes.
(End of this chapter)