Chapter 120 Rewards (Monthly Pass Addition)
Aosta tried to squeeze out a smile:
"I didn't lie to you, there really is a Samaritan Spring!"
"Really?" Lumian approached Aosta step by step and said with a smile, "When the time comes, you take a sip and show me, if it works, you will forget that I haven't paid you yet, if it's useless, why should I pay you?"
Aosta didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only laugh and nodded:
"Trust me, believe in me......
Suddenly, he looked behind Lumian, his eyes instantly straightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Lumian turned around "subconsciously" and looked at the door, but it was empty.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Aosta shortened his body, passed by him, and ran wildly towards the open door.
Plop!
Aosta tripped over Lumian's right foot at some point, and fell straight to the ground, his high nose bridge stained blue, and his thin face swelled.
Lumian slowly closed the door, pulled a chair and sat down, looking down at Aosta who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said:
"You don't want to tell me that you are highly inspired, you just 'saw' some strange creature behind me, and you rushed to the door to help me deal with it?"
Aosta was stunned for a moment, turned over and stood up, and nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
Lumian smiled and turned his gaze to the rectangular wooden table against the wall.
There were silver daggers, white candles, several small bottles with different liquids or empty, two sheets of imitation parchment and cardboard boxes that smelled of grass and trees.
Have some knowledge of the occult...... Lumian retracted his gaze and said to the anxious Aosta:
"Who was the guy with the pipe just now?"
"Baron Brignel!" Aosta hurriedly replied, "He is the leader of the Sava gang in the market area."
Savoie is the name of an inland province in the Republic of Intis, next to the provinces of Upper and Lower Honaches, rich in mineral deposits and strong folk customs.
"Baron? And the baron now?" Lumian asked amusedly.
Since the death of Rosell the Great and the establishment of the republic, noble titles have disappeared from everyday life.
Aosta said in fear:
"That's the nickname he gave himself, maybe his ancestors had such a title."
Lumian leaned back in his chair and asked in a relaxed manner:
"Why did he look for you, you owe them money?"
Seeing Lumian's harmless appearance chatting with his friends, Aosta was scared and scared, but his heart relaxed a little.
He said bitterly:
"In order to buy, buy, buy an item, I borrowed 3,000 Felkin from a loan shark, and later, the merchant resold the arrears to Brignel.
"I paid back at least 3,000 Fairkin, but he told me there was still 2,000 interest!"
"If you delay for another two or three months, you will owe not 2,000, but 4,000." Lumian successfully saw Aosta's expression collapse, and he no longer had the nagging temperament he had before.
He immediately lowered his voice and said in a bewitching tone:
"If it were me, I would find a way to trick Brignel and the others into going underground, into a certain quarry hollow, and then collapsing the stone layer above and letting them sleep there forever.
"Without creditors, there will be no debts."
The more Aosta listened, the more panicked he became, looking at Lumian's eyes as if he were looking at a devil.
He suspected that the other party had planned to do this, but the target name in the plan was not Brignel, but Aosta. Trul!
"This is murder! This is a crime!" Aosta cried out in horror.
"Keep your voice down, you don't want to lose your ability to speak forever, do you?" Lumian smiled and reminded the other party, "Do you also know that this is a crime? Have the detectives told you that fraud is also a crime?"
Aosta couldn't find the right words to respond to the other party for a while.
Lumian stood up and patted the dust on his gloves:
"Just kidding, I was testing your character just now."
"What?" Aosta looked dazed.
Lumian certainly won't tell him that the real reason for saying those words just now is to erect a ruthless and bloodthirsty horror image in his mind, which will help in the "communication" afterwards.
Being forced to trust is also trust!
"Congratulations, you passed my test, which proves that you are not the kind of criminal with no bottom line." Lumian smiled and opened his arms.
He suddenly pulled the topic back on track:
"What are you borrowing so much money for?"
He then looked around and added as he looked around:
"It seems like there is nothing valuable here......"
Aosta subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to make up a lie on the spot, but he instantly remembered what the other party had just said.
He shivered and said:
"You, do you know the magic potion?"
"Are you really extraordinary?" Lumian laughed.
Seeing that he knew about the extraordinary and the magic potion, Aosta secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't lied just now.
The story he wanted to make up was full of loopholes in front of the truly extraordinary, and in that case, he might have to "sleep" somewhere in the underground Trier tonight.
Aosta took two deep breaths and said:
"A few months ago, in order to purchase the main materials of the magic potion, I borrowed 3,000 Fairkin from a loan shark merchant, plus the 4,000 Fairgold I saved, and successfully changed from an ordinary person to an extraordinary person."
"Which sequence are you from? Why can't even a few gangsters deal with it?" Lumian deliberately asked in a suspicious tone.
Aosta looked helpless:
"I am the 'Secret Prayer' of Sequence 9."
"It doesn't sound weak." Lumian only judged by the name of the potion.
Aosta said with grief and chagrin:
"I also think that 'Secret Prayer Man' should be very powerful, and the seller also said that it can give me insight into the reality of the world.
"As a result, in addition to improving my inspiration, that is, giving me some impractical sacrificial knowledge and ritual magic, I can now only occasionally detect the existence of mysterious things, scaring myself to death, and not even a gang member can beat me!"
"Ritual magic should be very useful." Lumian said in the tone of a person who had been there.
Aosta looked like he was about to cry:
"I have common sense in the occult, I am a believer in the 'Eternal Sun', how can I pray to the unknown being? That's dangerous!
"Hey, there are some honorific names in the knowledge that magic medicine comes in, but they all belong to hidden existences, and they are very scary when they hear it.
He secretly glanced at Lumian and pretended to have a gritted expression:
"But I thought about it, if Baron Brignel and those people come to force me again, I will pray to the hidden being to gain strength!"
He was clearly referring to Baron Brignel, but in fact he was warning Lumian not to drive himself to a dead end.
Lumian looked at his anxious face and agreed:
"It's a good choice.
"Baron Brignel and the others despise an extraordinary person too much, if it were me, I wouldn't give you a chance to go to a dead end at all."
Speaking of this, he smiled at Aosta:
"Before that, you were already dead."
Aosta opened his mouth and closed it again, his expression even uglier than crying.
Lumian walked to the wooden table, fiddled with the full or empty vial, and said casually:
"You seem to have moved several times, only to be found by Baron Brignel, and I suspect that there is a real extraordinary person in him or the Sava gang."
Aosta was shocked to hear this.
Lumian picked up the silver dagger on the table and said to Aosta while playing:
"I can give you 100 Feldin as a reward."
"Huh?" Aosta felt dazed again.
He found that he always couldn't keep up with the other person's thinking.
"You, do you still want the spring of the Samaritan Woman?" He asked tentatively.
Lumian smiled:
"Tell me, is there really one?"
Looking at the other party's smiling eyes, Aosta muttered for a few seconds and said:
"I'm not sure."
Lumian nodded in satisfaction:
"What I want is to take me to the party you just mentioned, the party where I bought the main materials of the magic potion, and the reward is 100 Felkin."
Lumian made this request, on the one hand, because Madame "Magician's" mission might be related to the gathering involving extraordinary materials, and partly because he himself needed a similar gathering to gather weapons, materials, seals, and occult knowledge.
Aosta swallowed his saliva with difficulty:
"I, I can try, but it must be approved by the party organizer."
"No problem." Lumian took out a gold coin and motioned for Aosta to come over, "This Golden Louie is your reward for helping to inquire, and the remaining 80 Felkin will be given to you when I can attend the party."
Aosta didn't expect that the development that was beaten up would turn into a commission to collect money, and he was a little stunned for a while.
After a few seconds, he carefully came to the wooden table, took the golden Louis worth 20 fils, and said to Lumian:
"I'm not sure when he'll give me an answer, but no later than next Wednesday.
"I am near the catacombs during the day and sleep here at night, you can come to me at any time."
Lumian nodded with a smile on his face, raised the silver dagger he was playing with, and stuck it on Aosta's shoulder.
Blood flowed out, and Aosta took two steps back in horror, leaned against the wall, and shouted urgently:
"Don't kill me!
"I didn't lie!"
Lumian picked up a glass vial placed on the wooden table and walked towards Aosta with a smile:
"Don't worry, I will kill you a long time ago.
"This is called swearing with blood, and I am very afraid of being deceived and betrayed."
Lumian said as he brought the empty glass vial to Aosta's wound, allowing the blood to seep in drop by drop.
During this process, he smiled at Aosta:
"You have enough occult knowledge to know what blood means in the hands of others, don't lie to me."
"Cursed ......" Aosta didn't know for a moment whether to be glad that he didn't die instantly, or to despair that the blood fell into the hands of this guy who was even more dangerous than Baron Brignel.
Lumian didn't say much, tightened the bottle cap, tore a strip of cloth in the room, and threw it to Aosta:
"Bandage the wound yourself."
He doesn't have extraordinary skills in cursing, but he can try to see if expired blood can trigger the ability of "Fallen Mercury" to exchange fate.
It doesn't matter if you can't, just make Aosta believe that he will curse anyway.
Glancing at Aosta who was trying to stop the bleeding, Lumian asked casually:
"Baron Brignel, what are you going to do?"
"With this golden Louis, plus a little money I have saved myself, they should be able to share it for a week." Aosta smiled bitterly, "If you force the debtors to death, they won't be able to get a single cope."
ps: The monthly pass is added, and the monthly pass is guaranteed in May~
(End of this chapter)