Lumian, who couldn't figure it out, didn't think much about it, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his right arm, and scratched it with "Fallen Mercury".
The short numbness was followed by the pain he had tasted many times, but he did not frown, watching the blood spill out, dyeing the silver-black tip of the knife red.
Almost at the same time, Lumian's eyes appeared in front of him as a long river of mercury-colored illusions composed of countless complex symbols, and the droplets of fate stored in the evil short knife leached out from the tip of the knife and flowed into the not deep wound.
Lumian gathered his mind, trying to discern the fate he wanted to exchange.
He "saw" himself receiving treatment, "saw" himself who fell asleep after venting his emotions, and "saw" that he was about to go to Aosta. Trull's Own ......
These scenes flashed through Lumian's mind, as if he had really witnessed it with his own eyes.
It didn't take long for him to find himself walking outside the catacombs and meeting the ghost of Monsouri in his fate in the past few days.
He quickly picked up the tip of the "Fallen Mercury" knife and let it stab at the complex symbols that seemed to be entangled by the mercury-colored river.
That fate was quite heavy, and Lumian failed to pry it for the first time.
Seeing that the illusory river was gradually disappearing, and the picture in his mind became more and more blurred, he quickly injected most of his spirituality into the blade of the "Fallen Mercury".
Finally, with his second pry, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" broke away from the illusory river of mercury and shrank into small droplets, like mercury beads after a thermometer was broken.
The illusory water droplets quickly merged into the silver-black dagger.
It was only at this point that Lumian was truly relieved, knowing that he had been freed from the ghost of Monsouri and that Fallen Mercury could now be called the Cursed Blade again.
He had just taken care of the wound when he suddenly had a wonderful intuition.
Following this intuition, Lumian once again walked out of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", passing between the drunkards who sometimes roared and cried bitterly, and the two groups of fiercely fighting, all the way back to Nightingale Street, stopping outside the alley where Magot was killed.
He frowned, cautiously entered, and climbed over the barricade.
In the next second, Lumian's gaze naturally fell to the shadow in the corner.
In that place ruled by darkness, something lay quietly.
Lumin, who was enlightened, quickly walked over, squatted down, and picked up the item with his gloved left palm.
It was a bulging brown leather wallet.
"Magot dropped it? The money that his subordinates looted and handed over to him?" Lumian probably understood how the fate of the exchange came true.
Although he didn't remember whether Maggot dropped his wallet during a fierce fight with him, whether it was dropped at that time or "replenished" later, it did not affect Lumian to get the money.
He pulled out the thick stack of bills, poured out the gold, silver and copper coins in his coin bag, and then threw down his wallet and left the alley.
After returning to room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian lit a calcium carbide lamp and carefully counted the loot.
He collected a total of 1,265 felkin 15 kopes, mostly 10 felkin and banknotes below 10 felkin, only one 200 feldkin, one 100 felkin and two 50 feldin banknotes, and several gold Louis.
After staring at the money for a few seconds, Lumian sighed sincerely:
"Accepting donations from 'well-wishers' 10 times is not as good as killing a gang leader......"
Of course, not all of this money belongs to Magot, he just controls them on behalf of the Stinger Gang.
Lumian then pulled out a stack of small bills worth a total of 200 Felkin, took them and left room 207, going up the stairs one by one.
In less than a minute, he arrived on the 4th floor and stood in front of room 8.
He remembered that Margot went to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" in the evening to take most of the money she earned from an illegal prostitute named Ethans.
At that time, it should have been a certain subordinate of Magot who was specifically responsible, but later, the money must have been handed over to Magot as well.
Lumian didn't knock on the door, bent down, and stuffed the stack of bills through the crack in the door.
He quickly straightened his back, turned around and walked towards the stairs, and disappeared into the dark corridor.
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Lumian slept until six o'clock when he heard the church bell ringing.
He slept very soundly last night, and even had the feeling of "provocateur" magic potion digesting a little bit more.
"Go to Aosta in the morning. Trul, see if Mr. K replied, and buy some better clothes and cosmetics in the observatory area...... In the afternoon, I went to the cheap ready-to-wear store in the honest market to take a look......" Lumian didn't get up in a hurry, and lay there quietly, thinking about today's arrangements.
After getting rid of the threat of Montsouri's ghost, he puts himself back on the agenda.
After staying in bed for a while, he went out slowly, went to the washroom to clean himself, then went downstairs and bought half a liter of apple cider sour and a loaf of pork sausage from the vendors.
When he was full, he went to the nearest church square, found an uninhabited corner, and practiced the fighting techniques taught by Aurore.
It wasn't until half past nine in the morning that Lumian returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", planning to rest for an hour before going to Aosta. Trul.
As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he saw three cleaning maids cleaning the dirty places under the direction of Mrs. Firth.
Does the hotel owner ask someone to clean every Monday...... Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the staircase.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from upstairs.
In less than ten seconds, Charlie, dressed in a linen shirt, dark trousers, and strapless leather shoes, appeared in Lumian's eyes.
"You didn't go to the hotel?" Lumian asked with a slight sense of confusion.
Charlie yawned and said with a little excitement:
"Don't you know? I'm off today.
"We can take one day off a week and choose which day it is."
Lumian laughed:
"Will this day off cause a decrease in the 'monthly salary' that Mrs. Alice gives you?"
Charlie smiled slightly awkwardly:
"She also has her own socializing."
While the two were chatting, a stench wafted in from the door, and the short, ragged, gray-haired Ruhl and Michelle walked into the hotel.
"You didn't go to the steam train station?" Charlie greeted warmly.
Ruhr first approached them, and then kept a slightly restrained distance for a while:
"The market area is a bit chaotic today, we plan to take a day off."
"What's wrong?" Lumian asked "curiously".
Ruhr lowered his voice unconsciously:
"Maggot of the Stinger Gang is dead, many gang members are looking for someone, people from other gangs may clash with them at any time, and the police have come a lot."
"Margot is dead?" Charlie blurted out in shock.
He only thought yesterday that this guy deserves to die, and he died today?
Ruhr nodded solemnly:
"I've heard several people say that.
"Hey, I can't go out and make money today."
His wife, Mrs. Michelle, comforted him:
"You don't have to go out for lunch, you can save some money."
Without waiting for Lumian to inquire about the specific situation outside, Charlie, who came back to his senses, turned around and ran upstairs.
Lumian's eyes rolled slightly and followed.
Kicking and kicking, Charlie quickly climbed to the fourth floor and ran to the front of room 8.
He took a breath and slammed the wooden door.
"Who?" A slightly hoarse female voice came from inside.
Charlie reported his name loudly.
"Didn't you say that I would rest in the morning? Come back in the afternoon, remember, 10 Feldkin, I won't give you a discount this time!" The woman's voice responded impatiently as she opened the door.
Lumian saw this woman named Ethan for the first time, her long flaxen hair fell casually and hung over her shoulders, her eyes of the same color were a little wary, and there was a little nervousness on her face.
She looked twenty-three or fourteen years old, her appearance was not outstanding, she could only be called beautiful, but her face and clothes were very clean, and her long red skirt revealed a large area of white skin on her chest.
Charlie said to Ethan excitedly:
"You know what? Magot is dead!
"He's really dead!"
"......" Ethan was stunned.
After a few seconds, her slightly hoarse voice became sharp:
"Is that demon really dead?"
"Really." Charlie nodded without hesitation, "You can finally get rid of that demon! You can finally live like a normal person!"
Ethan looked left and right in a daze, only to see Lumian's emotionless eyes and Charlie's excited expression.
"Dead, is he dead?" In the constant whispers, Ethan thought of the money that strangely appeared in her room.
She began to believe that Maggot was really dead, and her vision quickly blurred.
Her tears slipped down drop after drop, and she couldn't help but squat down and bury her face in her arms.
The sobbing sound then sounded, getting louder and more presumptuous.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs.
Lumian looked sideways and saw a young man wearing a white shirt and a black jacket walking up.
He was followed by three thugs who had previously belonged to Magott.
The young man with slightly curly brown hair and a fleshy face walked up to the crying Ethans, leaned down, and said with a smile:
"I am Wilson from the Stinger Gang, and from today onwards, I will take care of you in place of Marget."
Charlie's excited expression froze on his face.
Ethan's crying stopped abruptly.
She slowly lifted her tear-filled face and saw Wilson's smile and the shadow his body brought.
The shadow is so thick that it can't be dissolved.
Lumi watched quietly, his head raised slightly.
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On the way to the first floor, Charlie, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask:
"Is the suffering of the poor really endless?"
"I like Aurore very much. A sentence written by Li." Lumian replied expressionlessly, "Sometimes, it's not us who are at fault, but the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, three people came up from the first floor.
They were all police officers wearing black uniforms, black vests, white shirts, and strapless leather boots.
The police officer who was 1.85 meters tall at the head glanced at Charlie and Lumian, and suddenly stopped.
He reached out and held the gun on his waist and asked in a deep voice:
"Charlie. Corent?"
Charlie was stunned for a moment:
"It's me, officer, is there something wrong?"
The officer winked at his companions and took out the handcuffs made of steel.
With the roundabout outflanking of the two companions, he said to Charlie with a serious expression:
"You are suspected of a murder, and we want to arrest you."
"Murder?" Charlie was shocked and frightened and had doubts on his face.
Lumian also raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
The officer handcuffed Charlie with the cooperation of his companion and said to him:
"Mrs. Alice is dead!"
(End of this chapter)