Chapter 122 Strange Creatures (Double Period, Guaranteed Monthly Pass)
Almost at the same time, Lumian's hair stood on end, his back chilled, and he had a clear premonition of danger.
He subconsciously pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" hidden around his waist, ready to tear off the black cloth strip wrapped on it at any time.
The translucent figure covered with long turquoise hair and leaves covering key parts floated in mid-air, looking at Lumian in the room, his turquoise eyes were sometimes hazy, sometimes smiling, and sometimes like a deep vortex, making the human soul want to indulge in it.
On the one hand, Lumian had a certain impulse that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and it was raging in his mind, disturbing most of his thoughts, and on the other hand, he felt uncontrollably fearful, like a flying insect meeting a spider that was laying its web.
He slowed down his dance moves, ready to pause at any moment.
The translucent female figure showed an eager expression, but instinctively felt something was wrong and resisted approaching Lumian.
It sometimes leaned out, sometimes retracted the curtains, and finally did nothing.
When Lumian finished dancing the "Dance of Recruitment", he heard small and faint sounds coming to his ears, so close that it seemed as if they were next door, and the strange creatures wandering in the room disappeared one after another.
The last thing that left was the female figure wrapped in long turquoise hair and leaves, which was both reluctant and confused.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the noisy voices coming from his body.
He couldn't hear a single sentence clearly, he wanted to hear every sentence clearly.
After a moment, Lumian opened his eyes, looked at the window covered by tattered curtains, and muttered to himself silently:
"What was it just now?"
His intuition told him that the translucent female figure was much more powerful than the other strange creatures recruited, and it was not something that an extraordinary person of his level could deal with.
If it weren't for the pollution sealed in his body and the blue-black pattern on his chest, even if it wasn't stimulated, it could have made the spiritual creatures subconsciously afraid to approach, and Lumian suspected that he had encountered an accident.
This made him wonder:
"How did other 'dancers' survive?"
He initially confirmed that this area was not too dangerous, so he dared to dance the "Recruitment Dance", but he almost had an accident.
"Is it my 'gift' obtained through stealing, lacking some occult knowledge, or is it that other 'dancers' can only attract strange creatures similar to themselves, and the 'Dance of Recruitment' comes from a hidden existence, so there will be no problems under normal circumstances?" Lumian pondered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it might be himself who was abnormal.
He believed that the pollution level in his body was very high, and even if it was sealed, it could allow himself to occasionally attract strange and quite dangerous things.
"Fortunately, pollution is also a protective ......" Lumian exhaled, put away the "Fallen Mercury", lit the iron-black calcium carbide lamp, sat down at the wooden table, and looked at Aurore's notes.
Looking at the occult notes from back to front is a very painful thing, and he will feel illiterate from time to time because he lacks the corresponding knowledge reserves, and he has to take out Aurore's earliest notes to make up for the corresponding symbols and occult meanings.
He believed that Aurore's witchcraft notes really had important information hidden, and it must have been in the content of the last year or two, which was the time when the village of Kordu gradually became abnormal and the shepherds began to "hunt".
After fighting with the knowledge called "Lightning Technique" for nearly two hours, Lumian declared his defeat and decided to continue tomorrow night.
He washed up a little and lay down on the bed.
Thinking of the strange creature he had just recruited, Lumian uneasily placed the "Fallen Mercury" next to his pillow to prevent trouble.
Before leaving Kordu Village, he had examined the silver-black Evil Dagger and confirmed that it had been "burned by flames" in exchange for fate from the Flame Monster.
The darkness gradually deepened, but there was no moment of peace in the chaotic streets, singing, shouting, cursing the singers, fighting, chasing, coughing, crying, and exercising, one after another, as if playing a symphony of the night.
Lumian was used to the noise, and even felt that it made him feel like he was still alive.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
At six o'clock in the morning, the church in the distance rang with bells, just like in the village of Kordu.
Lumian woke up on time, unwilling to open his eyes.
After a few minutes, he turned over and sat up, inserting the "fallen mercury" back into his waist.
His dreams were messy all night, and nothing special happened.
"Am I thinking too much?" Lumian muttered.
He immediately opened the door and walked into the nearest bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror through the morning light outside the window.
Compared to the same moment yesterday, he has not changed at all.
——The color and the part of the hair that are dyed are external things and will not be reset with his physical state.
Lumian leaned down and brushed his teeth.
As he cleaned his mouth, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charlie walking in.
"Don't you live on the 5th floor?" Lumian spat out mouthwash and asked Charlie sideways.
Charlie changed into a yellowed white shirt, the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, and he yawned:
"Can you believe it? Those guys all got up before 6 o'clock, and the bathroom on the 5th floor was full of people!"
He then smiled:
"My favorite is the bathroom on the second floor, do you know why? Clean!
"Although that bastard Laurent has high eyebrows and doesn't know how to help his mother at all, he still has advantages, he loves cleanliness very much, as long as he is in the apartment, he will clean the room every day, and clean this bathroom by the way, haha, is the toilet dirty, he won't be able to poop?"
It turns out he is cleaning...... Lumian was a little surprised for a moment.
The young man named Laurent left the impression on him as cold, arrogant, well-dressed, self-esteem, inconsiderate of his mother's situation, and not at all like someone who would come to clean the washroom.
Lumian thought that the other residents on the second floor couldn't stand the landlord's stinginess and cleaned the common area by himself.
Seeing Charlie's tired face as if he hadn't slept all night, Lumian asked with a smile:
"Did you go to City Wall Street last night?"
Walled Street is Trier's famous red light district.
"How can I afford to go to City Wall Street? I will definitely go there once in the future!" Charlie gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't go back to the hotel until 10 o'clock last night, and then went to the speakeasy to drink with that group of guys until 12 o'clock, and I did one in the middle of the night, hehe, beautiful dream, Ciel, our names are the same, but the accent is different, can you imagine, how happy it is in the dream, how lost it is when you wake up, uh, uh......"
"Emptiness?" Lumian helped think of an adjective.
"Yes, yes!" Charlie walked to the toilet and pulled the belt open.
He narrowed his small eyes with a comfortable face.
Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, sneering:
"Are you dreaming of spring?"
Charlie shuddered, shook his right hand, and smiled:
"That was the most real dream I have ever had, the girl in the dream was much more beautiful than those on City Wall Street, and so gentle and enthusiastic, I didn't want to wake up."
"Obviously, you can't last that long, waking up is a kindness to you." Lumian joked.
Charlie did not refute and said seriously:
"I also plan to go to the nearby Nightingale Street when I don't have to work on Sundays, where there are a few dance halls where I can find some cheap kittens, and my colleague told me that there, only 52 coppes can give myself a 'job award'. (Note 1)
"But now, I'm not interested in going."
Speaking of this, he suddenly became excited and said to Lumian in a low voice:
"Do you know? A wealthy guest in the hotel treated me very well, called me to deliver food, and asked me to help tidy up the room."
"Man?" Lumian asked deliberately.
Charlie quickly shook his head:
"No, it's a wife, I suspect she has a crush on me, I'm hesitating, if she really makes that kind of request, should I give up my principles, you know, in Trier, this kind of thing is very common, I can get my first pot of gold from her, and soon I will have my own hotel."
"I thought you wouldn't hesitate." Although they had only known each other for more than two days, Lumian believed that Charlie was a person with a very flexible moral bottom line.
Charlie sighed and said distressedly:
"She's in her fifties."
Lumian let out a long "oh" and showed his inner words with his expression.
He said goodbye to Charlie, went back to his room and changed into jackets, trousers and other clothes that were more suitable for the chaotic temperament of the streets, went to the street outside to buy a shallot pancake for 6 copets, bought half a liter of apple cider sour wine for 1 lique, sat in the corner of the street, and ate breakfast slowly.
The shadows of the houses on both sides covered his body, and he savored the mixed smell of green onions and flour, watching the vendors, the women buying groceries, the laborers coming and going, the children picking up the garbage on the ground, and the barricades in the alleys not far away.
It wasn't until 9 a.m. that Lumian stood up, patted his clothes, walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", went up to the 3rd floor, and knocked on the door of room 5.
Information dealer Anthony. Rhett lives here.
After the sound of dong dong dong, a calm male voice came out with an accent from the west bank of the sea:
"Please come in."
Lumian twisted the handle and pushed the door in, first smelling a slightly pungent and slightly minty smell, which seemed to be used to repel insects.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a man in his forties sitting next to the bed.
The man was wearing a military green shirt and trousers of the same color, stepped on strapless leather boots, and his hair was shaved short, leaving only a thin layer.
He didn't have the neat and capable temperament of a veteran, his pale yellow hairline was much more retreated than normal, his forehead looked very wide, his face was blessed, his beard was very clean, his skin was a little shiny, and his nose pores were filled with some small black things, which looked a bit honest.
Anthony. Red turned his head sideways and looked at Lumian, his dark brown eyes reflecting the other party's figure.
For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt a little strangely uneasy.
Note 1: Kitten has a pun meaning in French slang, referring to a prostitute or female reproductive organ.
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(End of this chapter)