Lumian stretched out his right hand and accurately caught the severed finger.
Feeling the weight of his fingers and the temperature that had not yet subsided, he was surprised and shocked in his heart:
He had anticipated in advance what kind of protection Mr. K might provide, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly tear off a finger and throw it to himself, saying that he could help at a critical moment!
This is too outrageous, right?
Not to mention what role a severed finger can play, isn't Mr. K afraid that I will use his flesh and blood to do something?
In the occult, one's own flesh and blood are very important, and once it falls into the hands of ill-wishers, it is likely to bring very serious consequences.
No one wants to be cursed by horror for no reason!
Considering that Mr. K is powerful, not illiterate in occult studies, and can even act as a "notary", Lumian suspects that he has laws and regulations to avoid the various effects of separating his flesh and blood, so he dares to tear off his fingers and hand them over to others.
Moreover, this severed finger is obviously miraculous.
I don't know if I can exchange the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" with Mr. K by cutting this finger with "fallen mercury" to make blood...... As the prank king of Kordu Village, Lumian always has some whimsical ideas.
He resisted the impulse, withdrew his gaze from his severed finger, and returned to Mr. K.
At this time, Mr. K had grown a slightly wet new finger, the skin was very tender and the color was white.
"Thank you." Lumian spoke in a low voice, and put his severed finger into the pocket of the gray-blue worker's uniform.
Mr. K nodded lightly and said:
"You can leave, don't forget our agreement."
"There is one more thing." Lumian took out the diamond necklace, "Can you help me see if it's real or fake? I need to exchange it for a sum of money."
He already owed Mr. K a favor, and he didn't care about owing a little more.
What should I do if I can't make it? If you can't do it, sell yourself to the organization behind Mr. K!
This is exactly what Lumian is for.
Mr. K asked the waiter who led Lumian underground to take the diamond necklace and look at it in his hand.
Faintly, Lumian seemed to see a little golden light oozing from the shadow of Mr. K's hood.
After a few seconds, Mr. K put the diamond necklace back in the waiter's palm:
"Fake, the workmanship is quite fine, it can be worth 50 Fairkin."
"Okay." Lumian didn't hide his helplessness, and instead said, "Also, I need a set of identification."
An important reason why he has been living at the "Golden Rooster Hotel" is that he does not look at his identity card there.
After receiving Mr. K's affirmative answer, on the way out of 19 Scheer Street and returning to the Honest Man's Market area by public carriage, Lumian sometimes wondered how to join a gang without suspicion, sometimes guessed what role that severed finger could play, and sometimes thought about how to get the pawnshop to pay more money for the fake diamond necklaces, at least 30 Fairkin......
With all kinds of thoughts flowing, Lumian gradually had an idea.
At the same time, he planned to find a safe house in the honest market area and the botanical garden area before the afternoon, the kind that did not require identification.
"I still have 850 Felkin 24 coppes on me, deducting the intelligence dealer Anthony. Red's final payment of 400 has not yet been given, and there is 450 Felkin left, so renting two or three safe houses is enough......" Lumian carefully calculated how many assets he had left.
He pursed his mouth and felt that it was necessary to put Mr. K's severed finger in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" before renting a room.
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Before 3 p.m., Lumian found a room on White Coat Street in the Honest Market area and Slate Street in the Botanical Garden area that did not require identification.
Of course, the rent is a certain premium, the former is not much better than the 207 rooms of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", but it costs 6 Felkin per week, and the latter is the same as Aosta. Trul rented an apartment more like this, surrounded by neighbors who were workers in factories on the south side, earning 10 feldin a week.
Lumian also paid four weeks' rent at once, but did not receive any discounts.
Back at the "Golden Rooster Hotel", he watched "Men's Aesthetics" for a while, using cosmetics to soften his edges and corners, increase the shadows in some places, and trim his eyebrows.
After a busy while, Lumian completed the initial disguise, which made him look like an ordinary man of twenty-four or fifteen years old with a bit of a dangerous temperament.
Combing his blonde and black hair, he put on a dark blue peaked hat, took Mr. K's severed finger, and walked all the way to the Breeze Ballroom on Market Avenue.
He didn't enter directly like the other guests, stopped between the earthy yellow building and the white spherical statue made of countless skulls, and said to the two gang members guarding the door:
"I want to see Baron Brignel."
Without waiting for the two gang members to scold back, he preemptively added:
"You told the baron that it was Ciel whom I met last time, and he should be happy to see me again."
The two gang members looked at me and I looked at you, after all, they didn't dare to delay Baron Brignel's business, so they separated one person and entered the ballroom.
In less than five minutes, the gang member came out and said to Lumian:
"The baron asked you to go to the place where we met last time."
Cafe on the second floor? Lumian smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly into the Breeze Ballroom, going up the stairs, and saw Baron Brignel holding a peachwood pipe.
The gentleman was wearing a black formal suit made of tweed, with a half-height silk top hat at his hand, a shiny ring on his left palm, and four gangster thugs behind him.
"Sit down." Baron Brignel's brown eyes swept away, and he smiled and pointed to the position across the table.
Lumian walked over generously, sat down, and looked at Baron Brignel's profound face and naturally slightly curly brown hair, and said:
"Good afternoon, we meet again."
Baron Brignel tapped on the bottom of the peachwood pipe and asked with a smile:
"Is there something wrong?"
Lumian took out Charlie's fake diamond necklace and said calmly:
"I'm a little short of money recently, I want to mortgage this necklace to you, it's worth 1,500 Fairkin, you can just give me 1,000."
Baron Brignel turned his head sideways and said:
"Find someone to identify it."
"Yes, Baron." A gangster thug with obvious bruising marks on his forehead walked out of the café.
Brignel looked at Lumian again and nodded in satisfaction:
"Yes, makeup technology has made significant progress, although there are still many flaws, but compared to before, you are not so easy to recognize at a glance."
"Thank you for your suggestion." Lumian laughed, "Men's Aesthetics is a good magazine."
The two chatted about worthless topics until the gangster who had just left the café came up with a man in his forties in formal attire, a bow tie, and a toolbox.
After some appraisal, the man walked up to Baron Brignel, put the necklace on the table, and said in a low voice:
"It's fake."
After brushing the ground, all the gangster thugs present pulled out their revolvers.
Baron Brignel curled the corners of his mouth, looked at Lumian, and found that the kid had a calm face, as if he hadn't heard the words of the jewelry appraiser or seen the movements of several thugs.
Baron Brignel smiled unchanged and nodded to the appraiser:
"You go back first."
"Yes, Baron." The jewelry appraiser was so nervous that he left the café in a panic.
Only then did Baron Brignel put down his peachwood pipe, rubbed the diamond ring on his left hand, and asked Lumian with a smile:
"Do you know this necklace is fake?"
Lumian also smiled:
"I know."
Before he finished speaking, the revolver was aimed at him.
Seeing that Lumian was unmoved, Baron Brignel asked curiously:
"Then do you know that I can find someone to identify the authenticity of diamonds?"
Lumian replied with an unchanged smile:
"I know."
Baron Brignel's eyes narrowed slightly:
"Since you all know, why do you dare to borrow 1,000 Felkin with a fake necklace?
"Why do you think I will give it to you?"
Lumian stood up slowly, ignoring the pistols that were ready to go, and propped his hands on the edge of the table.
He lowered his body slightly, looked down at Baron Brignel opposite, and curled the corners of his mouth and said:
"I killed Maggot from the Stinger Gang."
The smile on Baron Brignel's face froze.
His pupils dilated instinctively, as if he wanted to see the person in front of him more clearly.
The four gangster thugs who pointed their pistols at Lumian were also stunned, and their eyes all widened.
As the opponents of the Stinger Gang, they know better than anyone how strong Magot is!
At this time, Lumian raised his head, and his emotionless gaze slowly swept over the faces of the thugs.
Every gang member who was watched by him subconsciously had the urge to avoid his gaze, so much so that his arms reacted and the muzzle of his gun moved away from his body one after another.
Baron Brignel quickly returned to normal, turned back to the four thugs and said:
"Put away your pistols! Haven't I taught you how to treat guests?"
After teaching his subordinates, he asked Lumian a little curiously:
"How did you kill Magget?"
"I gave him a knife, the poisonous one, but I don't know where he escaped before he died." Lumian replied lightly.
This was consistent with the preliminary information that Baron Brignel had received, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile:
"Do you know what it means to take my 1,000 Felkin?"
Lumian smiled indifferently:
"I know."
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"Golden Rooster Inn", room 504.
Charlie saw Lumian outside the door and asked quite excitedly:
"Have you identified the authenticity?"
"Fake, up to 50 Felkin." Lumian said casually as he walked into the room.
He found that Charlie had put Suzanne. Matisse's portrait was torn off, leaving only sticky paper marks.
Charlie had already been mentally prepared, although disappointed, but not serious, he laughed at himself and said:
"It's worth at least 50 Felkin, and finding a kind pawnshop should be able to mortgage up to 20."
Lumian glanced at him and laughed:
"But I sold that fake necklace for 1,000 Felkin."
"Huh?" Charlie was almost stunned.
Lumian took out the thick stack of banknotes and said with a smile:
"The fake necklace is yours, worth 50 Fairkin, so I can only give you so much, and the rest is my labor fee, okay?"
(End of this chapter)