Lumian quickly skimmed through Ms. "Magician's" reply letter, distilling the key points to remember.
Obviously, the first and third ways to solve the problem of Monsouri's ghost are just joking, and the only one that is really useful is to rely on "fallen mercury" to exchange the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri".
Frankly speaking, Lumian did not expect to stab himself with "Fallen Mercury" before, and took the initiative to change his fate, until he was attacked by the ghost of Monsouri and pushed to the edge of the precipice of death, he grasped the only chance of life from various thoughts.
Due to time constraints and the inability to be selective, Lumian only exchanged the fate of "being attacked by the ghost of Monsuri" instead of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri", which means that he did not completely get rid of the shadow of death, but just escaped the first danger.
Of course, when choosing the fate that needed to be exchanged before, even if he was given enough space to discern and think, Lumian should have chosen "attacked by the ghost of Monsouri" instead of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri", because the attack had really happened, and whether it would stop with the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri", he had no certainty and could only use the most certain plan to protect himself first.
To put it simply, what if the ghost of Montsouri kills him and realizes that he has not met him and recognizes the wrong target?
"Well, I have to find someone as soon as possible to exchange the fate of 'being attacked by the ghost of Monsouri' stored in 'Fallen Mercury' for a certain good fate, and then, make full preparations, when I am in good condition, stab myself to complete the exchange between that better fate and 'encountering the ghost of Monsouri', and seal the latter into 'Fallen Mercury' ......" Lumian combined his own experience with the reminder of the "magician" lady, and quickly came up with ideas on how to solve the current difficulties.
At that time, "Fallen Mercury" can also be called "Cursed Blade", and the person stabbed by it will bear the fate of "the death of the whole family, including myself".
The disadvantage is that it takes a while for the effect to ferment.
Lumian pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" stuck in his waist and looked at its blade wrapped in layers of black cloth, feeling the usefulness of this extraordinary weapon more clearly than ever.
He seriously considered the possibility of finding a professional to repair the "fallen mercury", otherwise this magical short knife would last until the end of the year at most.
And the extraordinary gathering convened by Mr. K may provide resources in this regard.
"My guess is correct, Ms. 'Magician' brought me into contact with Aosta. Trul's purpose was to use him to attend Mr. K's party and join the secret organization behind Mr. K......" Lumian put on a wide-brimmed round hat and a black shirt in formal style, walked out of room 207, and went down the stairs.
As a "hunter", he is about to start looking for prey.
As soon as he walked out of the gate of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian saw Charlie sitting on the three steps leading to the street, looking at the sky with a pale face and gloomy eyes, with a lit white cigarette in his right hand.
"What's wrong?" Lumian walked over and sat down next to Charlie quite casually.
Charlie didn't take his gaze back, took a puff of smoke, and sighed and said,
"I feel like I've lost my soul, it's fallen."
He was wearing a white shirt and a red vest, and a black formal suit on the crook of his left arm, as if he had put the hotel uniform back.
Lumian laughed and asked to the core:
"Did you do that kind of thing with that old lady?"
Charlie brushed his head sideways, looked at Lumian, and emphasized seriously:
"Please call her wife, she is only in her fifties."
He then took another puff of cigarette and spat out a circle of fog:
"You know what? She gave me a diamond necklace, worth at least 1,500 Fairkin, I couldn't resist, she was so shiny, so attractive, and it broke directly into my heart."
"It." Lumian corrected a word.
Charlie sneered:
"Mrs. Alice is also very tempting, it is really not easy to maintain that style at her age, she said, she will live in Trier for half a year, and she can give me 500 Felkin ...... a month."
As he spoke, Charlie's voice became low, and his eyes once again showed a melancholic color.
Just when Lumian thought he was going to lament that he had lost his soul again, Charlie let out a long sigh:
"Why can she only live for half a year......"
Lumian stretched out his left palm, patted Charlie on the shoulder, and said earnestly:
"Take care of yourself."
Charlie's eyelids jumped and said:
"Normally, you should be in moderation, but Mrs. Alice is really too enthusiastic, I was so tired last night that I didn't even have that beautiful dream."
Lumian smiled instead:
"You actually told me directly that you got a diamond necklace worth 1,500 Fairkin, in the chaotic streets, this is a wealth that can make many people lose their minds, aren't you worried that I will take it away?"
Charlie smiled:
"I have to find someone to share with, otherwise, I will be very uncomfortable.
"I have observed, you behave not lacking money at all, and can even be said to be very generous and generous, and will not commit a crime because of one or two thousand Felkin."
Lumian smiled:
"Is there a possibility that I deliberately pretended not to be short of money to lure people like you to relax their guard?"
Charlie's expression froze instantly, and he was almost burned by the cigarette that was about to burn out.
Lumian didn't continue the topic, and asked chatterily:
"Do you have anyone you particularly hate and think he deserves to die?"
Charlie extinguished the cigarette butt on the stone steps and asked suspiciously:
"What are you asking me for?"
He originally planned to put the extinguished cigarette butt in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he raised his arm and threw the cigarette butt out.
When a nearby homeless man saw it, he immediately jumped over, picked it up, and took a few deep bites with the residual temperature.
Without waiting for Lumian to answer, Charlie said to himself:
"What I hate most now is our waiter foreman, you don't know how hateful he is, haha, but I haven't thought about letting him die yet, so I hope that one day I can cover my face and beat him.
"I really feel that there are not many damn people, one is Baron Brignel, he is the leader of the Savoie gang in the market area, and colluded with many loan sharks, causing many people to go bankrupt. His son mysteriously disappeared, and his daughter was taken to the Breeze Ballroom, saying that she was in charge of singing, but actually, hehe......"
"Yes, I dare to even commit suicide, why don't you think of a way to kill Baron Brignel and those people?" Lumian nodded slightly.
Charlie turned his head sideways in astonishment and glanced at Lumian:
"Your idea is a bit extreme."
He then said:
"The second damn one is Magget, the leader of the Stinger Gang, who likes to find people to deceive women who have just come to Trier, and then force them to become street girls after squeezing out their money. This is how Miss Ethanse settled in the hotel in room 8 on the 4th floor, and most of the money she earned was taken away by Margot.
There are really a lot of gangsters in the market area, no wonder it's so chaotic at night...... Lumian glanced at Charlie and said:
"It sounds like you have a lot of sympathy for that Miss Ethans."
Charlie straightened his chest:
"A true Intis gentleman will sympathize with the ladies' tragic plight and will be willing to help in due course."
Lumian said "Hmm":
"Do you know where Maggot lives?"
"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "But he often comes to the hotel in the evening and takes money from Miss Ethans, if you hear women crying and cursing on the 4th floor, it should be Maggot and his men."
Lumian nodded lightly and asked thoughtfully:
"Who else do you think deserves to die?"
Cha Li thought for a moment and replied with a slightly distorted expression:
"Monit, that islander, he lied to me 10 Felkin!
"Can you believe it? At that time, I had been unemployed for a while and had not found a new job, that was my last savings, and I almost starved to death because of it!"
"Where does he live?" Lumian asked casually.
"He originally lived in a hotel, cheated me out of money, and moved away, I don't know where he went." Charlie was still angry when he talked about this now, "I've been waiting for him to introduce me to a good job......"
After calming down for a while, Charlie looked at Lumian suspiciously and said:
"Why is your hair different?"
There are long and short, and the gold is black.
"Don't you think that's fashionable?" Lumian asked with a sincere face.
Charlie "uh" and showed a suspicious expression.
The fool's incident made him instinctively doubt Lumian's purpose in similar things.
After a few seconds, Charlie glanced at the vendors selling on the street, waved his hand and said:
"It's time for me to go to the hotel, see you in the evening."
Lumian didn't get up, still sitting on the stone steps outside the hotel, and waved at Charlie's back as he hurriedly left.
…………
In the afternoon, Lumian took a public carriage to the botanical garden, and then walked more than three hundred meters to the Mason Cafe.
This café is located near the Botanical Garden, on the ground floor of an off-white four-story building.
The exterior walls of this building are wrapped in green plants, and the shops on the ground floor do not face the street directly, but shrink inward by nearly a meter, allowing pillars to support the outer corridor for passers-by to walk.
The walls of Mason's Cafe are painted dark green, with multiple large windows, and sunlight penetrates the glass, illuminating the tables and chairs all the way to the door.
Lumian put on a dark formal suit and a wide-brimmed round hat and walked into the café.
The first thing that catches his eye is the artistic statues of various plants on the wall, interspersed with sentences written in Intis:
"Who controls the highest power of the country? Is it the president or the parliament?
"It's a café!
"Who will try the final appeal of judicial cases? Is it the Supreme Court?
"It's a café!
"Who is the authority in literature? Is it the Intes Academy of Literature, or the Debate Newspaper?
"No, it's a café, or a café!" (Note 1)
Note 1: Changed from the beginning of "History of Paris Cafes", and this is quoted from a document in the early 20th century, the original text is too long, simplified.
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(End of this chapter)