After listening to Aosta's explanation, Lumian thought with a slight amusement:
"What kind of strange rule is this?"
He remembered walking turtles, interstellar bridges, visiting catacombs with candles, running with the trend, etc., but he felt that it was nothing.
Perhaps the citizens of Trier love this unique experience.
Looking at the cabaret where people were coming over one after another and wearing monocles, Lumian asked casually:
"What if the new guest didn't know that rule before?"
Aosta pointed to the end of the old street:
"There are shops selling monocles and short suits.
"I suspect that the owner of the 'different' cabaret opened it himself."
No doubt...... Lumian muttered.
He even thought that Timmons set such rules for "different" cabarets in order to make more money selling short suits and monocles.
Of course, it is also aimed at the trend of Trier citizens chasing trends and fashion.
"How many years has this been open?" Lumian pointed with his chin to the "different" dance hall opposite.
"More than 20 years, when I first arrived in Trier, it was here, and it is said that it was opened when Trier first started popping cabarets." Aosta glanced in the direction of Purgatory Square, "There's nothing else, right? I have to go back underground."
He was only thinking about making money, and he was afraid of missing out on finding someone to divine and "help" him.
Lumian turned his head sideways and stared at him intently.
This made Aosta's heart rise, as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast.
"What's wrong?" He subconsciously smiled again.
Lumian retracted his gaze and said casually:
"Be careful these two days."
"What?" Aosta looked dazed, shocked and frightened.
Ciel shouldn't be threatening me, right? We had a great time working together just now, and he even entrusted me to help him find materials!
Lumian smiled:
"Literally, but it has nothing to do with me.
"By the way, help me collect some information about the water monster, the more detailed the better, and the reward will be the same as what I said before."
He said, I might be unlucky recently and get beaten? Aosta tried to decipher what Lumian really meant.
At the same time, he always felt that the style and tone of the other party's words just now were very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them for a while.
On the way back to Purgatory Square, Aosta decided to do a divination for himself to see if he was really going to have bad luck.
As a "secret prayer person", the probability of success in his divination and the corresponding accuracy are much better than those of ordinary people.
At this time, Osta suddenly woke up and figured out why he had a sense of familiarity before.
Isn't this the style and tone of his usual speech to those "customers"?
Opposite the ancient building, Lumian hesitated to buy a short suit and a monocle, and went into the "different" dance hall to observe the environment and gather more information.
"But if Timmons really belongs to some mysterious organization and is friends with the police commissioner, it is not a wise thing to kidnap him for tens of thousands of Felkin, and it will affect my business. It's not cheap." Lumian has never been stingy when it is time to spend money, after all, Trier has many "good Samaritans", but when he shouldn't spend money, he is still quite frugal.
While thinking about it, he looked around and found a "Alone" bar diagonally across from the "different" cabaret.
"There is a lot of overlap between the customers of the cabaret and the customers of the bar, they should be competitors......" Suddenly, Lumian's thoughts suddenly became cheerful.
The one who knows a person best is often his enemy, and the one who knows a dance hall best is probably his competitor!
Even if there is a high probability that their rhetoric will be exaggerated, it can also reflect some facts to some extent.
Lumian turned around and walked into the "Alone" bar.
The buildings in the old street are quite old, most of them date back to before the Rosell era, and their windows are narrow, even during the day, and the light is poor, and dim has become the main theme here.
With the gas sconces not yet lit, Lumian walked through the dark-toned hall with only a few customers, came to the front of the bar, and sat down.
"A glass of gin over ice." Lumian took off his peaked cap and said.
The bar is at the back of the tavern, the lighting is the worst, and the tall and thin bartender seems to be shrouded in darkness, only showing the corresponding outline.
With Lumian's eyesight, he could only barely see that the other party had slightly curly black hair, his eyes seemed to be more blue, and his nose bridge was not high enough.
While waiting for the gin, Lumian smiled inadvertently:
"Your business here is not very good, I see that there are many customers in the 'different' dance hall opposite."
The bartender pushed the gin with a slice of lemon and a lot of ice in front of Lumian.
He glanced at the door and said:
"Our business is not bad, but most of us are waiting in the cellar to see a play.
"How about it, do you want to see it? Guests who have ordered wine can go into the cellar for another 5 liques, uh, 8 liks of your gin."
"Drama performance?" Lumian did not hide his surprise.
This is an element that few bars on the street do not have.
The bartender sighed and said:
"The opposite side can dance, sing, play cards, and play billiards, we always have to be a little different from them to attract customers.
"Many bars and cafes on the North Shore now have small theaters."
Lumian didn't know how to describe this behavior, so he could only sigh:
"Is the competition in the bar business so fierce?"
He immediately took out three 20 kopes, silver coins engraved with gear elements and a 5 copper coin, and handed them to the bartender.
This totals 13 ricks, or 65 kopes, including ticket money to go to the small theater to see the performance.
The bartender immediately pointed to the stairs located on the side of the bar leading to the bottom of the bar:
"You can go to the cellar at any time and serve your wine."
Don't need to give a ticket? Lumian didn't leave the bar in a hurry, and said with a smile:
"The 'different' dance hall opposite seems to be unique, right?"
"It's very unique." The bartender lowered his voice, "Have you been cheated of money by the people there, so you keep asking them about it?"
"Yes." Lumian nodded calmly.
He didn't want to hide it at all.
The bartender laughed:
"Every day, people who have been deceived come to find me, but none of them succeed.
Timmons is indeed not simple...... Lumian gave up the idea of asking the owner of the "different" cabaret for money.
With the glass of gin, he left the bar and walked down the stairs to the cellar.
Before he could get close to the wooden door that opened below, Lumian heard the bartender shouting from above:
"A guest is coming!"
With a squeak, the wooden door opened.
Lumian slowed down and walked in while observing the environment.
It has been converted into a small theater, with a half-height wooden platform at the innermost part, and two gas wall lamps providing basic lighting above.
In places where the light is dim or unreachable, stools and rows of chairs are placed in a sparse way.
At this time, more than 20 guests were already sitting here, watching the drama performance above.
None of them spoke, and it was so quiet that only the sound of drinking sounded from time to time, setting off the dark cellar to an almost dead silence.
Lumian found a chair near the exit and sat down, setting his sights on the stage.
Instead of a real person, a half-human-tall puppet is performing.
They are painted in yellow, white and red oil paints regardless of gender, and the corners of their mouths are raised high, outlining an exaggerated smile.
These puppets, manipulated by threads so subtle that Lumian could hardly see them, raised their hands, opened their mouths, turned around, or ran, performing different dramas.
A low male voice and a slightly sharp female voice alternate from nowhere, saying different lines.
Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, in the dim light that spread around, those clown puppets painted in oil looked quite gloomy.
Lumian instinctively didn't like this kind of environment.
Because he didn't want to waste ticket money, he watched it for a while until the drama ended.
During the whole process, there was no sound around, and the faces of those customers either reflected yellowish light or were hidden in the darkness, focusing more than Lumian had imagined.
Lumian took his last sip of gin and left the small theater with only two gas wall lights on.
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On the way back to the Honest Man's Market area, Lumian sat by the window of the public carriage, looking at the retreating street shops and pedestrians, thinking about what to do next:
"One is to find a way to get the monster's meat, gather all the materials, and complete the preparatory preparations for the 'Prophecy', and the other is to do something to improve my status in the Sava Party and strive to become the real leader as soon as possible...... What are you doing......"
In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian's gaze suddenly swept to a familiar figure.
It was Wilson wearing a white shirt, a black jacket, a face with horizontal flesh, brown hair slightly curly, and Wilson of the Stinger Gang.
Wilson was walking through Market Avenue with two thugs and into a side alley, his pace steady and normal.
"He was thrown like that by me, is this okay?" Lumian was stunned for a while.
You know, that's falling from the fourth floor!
What kind of recovery ability is this? Cockroaches can't compare with him!
Lumian quickly began to speculate:
"Does the Stinger Gang involve extraordinary healing abilities?
"The 'doctor' of the 'cultivator' path?"
Speculating at this point, Lumian suddenly remembered something:
In his dream, Madame Pualis had the ability to heal other people's injuries in an instant!
While this may include an element of exaggeration or distortion of the dream, the abnormal path that Madame Pualis corresponds to does contain the life realm.
Suspected of Louis. Lund's people also appeared on Market Avenue before...... The forces behind the Stinger Gang are related to the evil god that Mrs. Pualis believes in? In thought, the corners of Lumian's mouth curled up little by little.
(End of this chapter)