Hearing Lumian's words, Charlie's body trembled:
"You, you don't want others to know about your joining the Savoyard Party?"
In his cognition, whether it is the Sava Party, the Stinger Gang, or any other gangster, the leader has a certain reputation, and can be used to scare others in the market area on the chaotic streets, and he has not seen the police go to them.
Lumian took a sip of sour wine and smiled again:
"It doesn't matter, I'm just reminding you, don't talk about things you shouldn't say."
After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Sava Party, and there are few thugs to follow, just managing a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Therefore, Lumian also hopes to gain greater fame as soon as possible and quickly improve his status in the Sava Party to complete Mr. K's task.
And to complete Mr. K's mission is to further gain his trust and favor, join the organization behind him, and complete the mission of Ms. "Magician".
Why do you feel weird...... Lumian raised his left hand and touched his chin.
Charlie next to him asked cautiously:
"What should I not say?"
He had some guesses, but he was afraid that he would not guess comprehensively enough, so he angered this friend who had no law in his eyes without realizing it.
Lumian smiled and turned his head to look at Charlie:
"With Suzanne. I can't talk about Mattis, including how I threatened her, how I pretended to be a lawyer and went into the police station to communicate with you."
He had long wanted to tell Charlie a few words, but he never found an opportunity.
"Understood." Charlie relaxed and said expectantly, "I'm going to tell the people in the bar about how you and I knocked over Wilson and kicked him out of the hotel......"
Bragging in the form of speeches is one of his great passions.
At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little deeper.
His intuition told him that Charlie would be a little unlucky lately, but not too serious.
Theoretically, this should be the same as Suzanne. Matisse doesn't matter, otherwise it will not be just a little bad luck, but a disaster...... Recently, it seems that there is no need to worry about Suzanne. Matisse's question, but how many days have you been late? Lumian analyzed the fortune he sensed.
He also realized just now that unless the other party is particularly unlucky, or very unlucky, or something will happen that will endanger his life recently, he must concentrate and be patient in order to grasp the rough fortune of the target through intuition.
This is different from the "hunter's" intuition of danger, which is not entirely passively stimulated.
The more Charlie spoke, the quieter his voice became, and he looked back at Lumian and said:
"You, what are you watching me do?"
He seriously suspected that Ciel wanted to play a prank on him again!
Lumian smiled:
"You should go to the nearest 'Eternal Sun' Church to pray for good luck, otherwise you will encounter some bad things recently."
His tone of voice was the same as that of Aosta. Trull is exactly the same when he deceives.
"What's wrong?" Charlie blurted out.
The next second he reacted:
"How do you know?"
"I guessed." Lumian replied with a smile.
I was really joking...... Charlie breathed a sigh of relief:
"Then I hope you can't guess correctly."
"No, it must be very accurate." Lumian said that he could no longer tell the truth.
Charlie looked at him with suspicious eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Lumian smiled:
"If not, I will beat you up, so that even if you encounter something bad, it proves that I guessed correctly."
"......" Charlie couldn't find the words to respond for a while.
Can it still be like this?
However, this idea is quite good, and it can be used to prank other people......
Lumian was about to get up when he suddenly saw an earthy yellow stray dog with bones sticking out of his bones approaching the "Golden Rooster Hotel" along the street, trying to pass through here and go to the vendor who was selling rotten fruit to pick up the garbage he had thrown away.
Stray dogs move very cautiously, because there are many poor people who want to catch it and eat its meat.
At this moment, Lumian stepped over, reached out and pressed the stray dog's neck, pressing it to the ground.
The stray dog was caught off guard and failed to react effectively, and its limbs struggled wildly.
Its mouth opened viciously, wanting to bite, but its head couldn't turn.
Lumian took out the vial containing tulip powder with his other hand and poured the contents directly into his pocket.
Then, he brought the vial to the side of the stray dog's head, and then the saliva dripping from its wide open mouth and barking.
Not long after, Lumian took the 5ml look, then let go of the right palm holding the stray dog's neck and stood up.
The stray dog reflexively wanted to bite him, but after being glanced at by him, he whimpered, pinched his tail, and quickly ran away.
Charlie next to him was stunned.
A story he had heard before quickly appeared in his mind.
The protagonist of that story likes to use the best-selling author Auror Walker . A sentence written by Lee describes the ferocity of the villain:
Passing dogs will be kicked twice by him!
Lumian grunted and drank the sour wine and entered the hotel.
As he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who was always not looking good, stood up and squeezed out a smile:
"Good morning, Charles, Mr. Charles."
Lumian glanced at the chubby Mrs. Firth and asked thoughtfully:
"Mr. Eve didn't come today?"
Mr. Eff is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and his reputation for being stingy is widely spread in the streets.
As the new "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian felt the need to talk to Mr. Eff, lest he worry that the Sava party would ask him for more money, so he ran directly to the police.
Mrs. Firth quietly pursed her mouth:
"Although he is very stingy and only hires someone to clean the hotel once a week, he himself, tsk, loves cleanliness and is reluctant to come to the hotel."
"Who cleans his house?" Lumian asked amusedly.
"He is a widower who cleans by himself and his two children." Mrs. Firth looked down on her.
If she had so much money, she would definitely hire someone to do these things, and she would only be responsible for enjoying it.
Lumian nodded and laughed:
"I didn't see him come over just after cleaning on Monday, is he still alive?"
Mrs. Firth said with a little fear:
"I will go to his house three times a week and give him the money I earn from the hotel and all kinds of bills, and I will tell him that you want to meet him."
She misunderstood Lumian's meaning, thinking that he was threatening Mr. Eve - if he didn't come to meet the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, he would have to consider whether he could still live.
Without explaining, Lumian went up to the second floor, entered the room, and put Mr. K's finger hidden under the pillow back into his pocket.
After processing the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to hold the materials he had collected later, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Lumian opened the door with a slight sense of confusion, because he was not familiar with the footsteps at all.
Standing outside the door was a man in his forties, wearing a dark jacket and brown trousers that had been washed to a whitish, wearing a dirty cotton hat, and said with a smile:
"Is it Mr. Charles?"
"Is it a lady?" Lumian sneered.
At the same time, he had observed the other party's appearance, expression and body movements:
The brownish hair is a little greasy, but it is combed quite neatly, the dark brown eyes are obviously pleasing, and there are some smile lines on the corner of the mouth.
"Yes, yes." The man echoed Lumian's words.
Lumian moved his eyebrows:
"Are you?"
"I'm Fitz, a bankrupt businessman who lives in 401." The slightly smooth and friendly middle-aged man smiled.
Without waiting for Lumian to ask further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose:
"That's right, I went bankrupt because I was cheated of 10 Felkin, I traveled back and forth between Trier and Suhit for more than ten years, and finally saved a fortune, planning to get married and have children, but as a result, I met that scammer, who used the pretext of joint venture business to defraud me of all my savings.
"If you can help me get that money back, I am willing to give you 30%, no, 50%!"
Lumian didn't let Fitz enter room 207, stood at the door with his arms crossed, and asked with a smile:
"Why didn't you ask Margot or Wilson to help you get that money before?"
This doesn't require paying anything in advance.
Fitz did not hide it:
"I approached Magot, and he agreed, but one day, he told me that the money would not come back."
Will the Stinger Gang come back? Is it that the liar is also bankrupt, or is the force behind him a little afraid of the Stinger Gang? Lumian, who had not taken it seriously, concentrated his spirit:
"Did Magot say why?"
Fitz shook his head:
"No, but certainly not because Timmons became poor.
"The 'different' cabaret he opened in the Observatory area is very profitable!"
Timmons...... Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the scammer, or that he was protected by a big man or a real power figure, so that the Stinger Gang did not dare to force him to pay back.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Timmons himself is very powerful.
"Then why do you think I can help you come back?" Lumian smiled and looked at Fizz.
Fitz thought for a few seconds and told the truth:
"You are more ruthless than Magot, and even if you don't dare to ask for it after investigating, I won't lose anything.
"If I can't get that money back, I can't pay anything."
"It's very honest." Lumian nodded, "I'll find out the truth of the matter when I get back, but don't expect too much."
If Timmons is a Stinger Gang that relies on bluffing to scare them away, who doesn't love the easy way to earn 5 Felkin?
The bankrupt businessman Fitz originally just gave it a try, but after getting a positive answer, he was grateful and left the second floor.
At this time, Lumian found that his spirituality had been restored a lot, and the mere part of his recovery was more than his original spirituality.
"The 'dervish' also brought about a great increase in spirituality, at least at the level of sequence 8, I am not much worse than the spirits of the other paths......" Lumian muttered silently.
At the same time, he remembered a little subtle feeling when he drank sour wine just now:
If he can be poor, moderate, not drinking, not waste, seek alms, and preach, and demand himself as an ascetic, then he will be able to improve his intuitive perception of fortune and the success probability and final effect of the five ritual magics.
But Lumian did not intend to do so, believing that it would lead him to become more and more like the Giver and gradually assimilated by Him.
Gathering his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, planning to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find the Savoyard party to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Art of Prophecy".
Make the most of everything!
(End of this chapter)