Chapter 182 Feast (Asking for a monthly pass in the last half of the day)
Watching the burning ashes of the paper drift in front of his eyes, Lumian once again remembered the oppressive feeling that Mr. K had brought to him:
"It turns out that the core of 'Shepherd' is 'herding', using their abilities by grazing the souls of other extraordinary or extraordinary creatures with traits......
"In this way, the senior 'shepherds' definitely have no shortcomings, whether it is close combat, long-range attacks, or various occult methods, they are all very good at it......
"In fact, the 'contracted person' is a bit like a simplified version of 'Shepherd', each contract can only correspond to one ability, when the sequence is low, the number of contracts signed is still very limited, from the mouthparts monster, there is a high probability that it is no more than three, the ideal is five, once you don't choose the ability well, even ordinary people with guns may not be able to fight......
"Of course, at the level of the priest of the main hall, there are as many as ten or twenty contracts signed, which is a different experience, and the objects of the contracts are often spirit creatures, and their abilities are varied, which is very strange, which will make the extraordinary people who encounter it for the first time very uncomfortable......"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more terrifying Mr. K felt.
Restraining all kinds of thoughts, he stood up and secretly sighed:
No wonder the "magician" lady thinks that Mr. K can fight against Susanna, who has turned into an evil spirit. Matisse......
Leaving the room, Lumian walked up to Louis and Sakota and said flatly:
"Let the kitchen prepare dinner."
"Boss, what do you want to eat?" Louis asked before Zakota.
Lumian had no impression of the menu at the café attached to the Breeze Ballroom, and thought about it:
"Let's have a set meal, you can eat it together."
"Okay." Louis motioned for Sakota to inform the waiter at the café.
Lumian sat down at Baron Brignel's favorite table and picked up today's newspaper.
At the top is the Trier newspaper, followed by the Reformer newspaper, the People's Mouthpiece, the Action Newspaper, the Intis Daily, the Friends of the People and other major newspapers.
Lumian couldn't help but tilt his head and asked Louis amusedly:
"This is what Brignel usually sees?"
Is he still a gang leader who cares about national affairs?
Louis looked at Sakota on the other side and replied with a smile:
"He doesn't read this, he just tells us that he can't offend those reporters and newspapers, and that influential newspapers can order them if they can, and from time to time they spend money to take turns on an advertisement for a breeze dance hall, saying that there are a large number of hot dancers here.
"He usually reads the bottom three newspapers and magazines."
Don't offend newspapers and reporters...... Also, if there is a news of a large gangster in the market area in the "Trier", then the Savoyard party will be finished the next day, and those old men will still have face...... Lumian learned a little more.
He immediately pulled out the newspapers and magazines at the bottom.
They are: "Fiction Weekly", "Men's Aesthetics" and "Ghostface" magazine, which publishes Trier's various scandals and new jokes.
Isn't this more interesting than "Reformer" and "Action Newspaper"? Lumian picked up "Novel Weekly" and read the latest serial.
He asked casually:
"Where did the money and advertising fees for these newspapers come from?"
Louis thought for a moment, thinking that a cold sweat had flowed from his forehead and he couldn't think of an answer, at this time, Sakota said:
"From the 10 Felkin deductions from the good relationship with the police officers."
Lumian nodded in satisfaction.
It doesn't affect the income of him, the new leader of the Sawaline Party!
Not long after, the café waiter served food:
Onion minced meat pigeon, smoked zodiac crab, hot bamboo chicken pie, stewed lamb brain, stewed veal fillet, grilled oysters with herbs, two salads, scarlet cheese, roasted almond sauce, accompanied by a glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a bottle of Cabernet wine.
Various fragrances mixed together, penetrating into Lumian's nose, making his saliva secrete even more vigorous.
"As expected of Trier, there are so many dishes in an ordinary café set, if it were in Rune, there would only be a few options: fried steak and pea stewed tender lamb......" As a pure Intis, Lumian mocked Rune's food based on the impressions he got from various newspapers, magazines, and folk jokes.
He picked up the glass of three-color liqueur, sipped it gently, pointed to the back chairs on both sides of the table and said:
"Let's eat together."
"Boss, we will take turns eating after you have eaten." Louis bent down slightly and said with a smile.
Lumian did not persuade him to enjoy his first meal after arriving in Trier, and it was free.
I have to say that the chef at Breeze Dance Hall is still quite good, and he nodded frequently after eating.
After using several spices, the fishy smell and odor of the lamb brain were cleverly resolved, leaving only the delicate texture and rich and attractive aroma of Rosell tofu.
He drank the glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a third of the bottle of Cabernet wine, and motioned for Louis and Sakota to take turns eating.
He himself picked up "Fiction Weekly" and "Ghostface" magazine.
In Grimace magazine, Lumian saw a familiar name:
Dival.
It was the restaurateur who invented Divar's broth, and he later got rich, got rich, and moved to the Opera District.
Grimace magazine published an anecdote that happened recently:
Dival was madly infatuated with Perle, a theater actress and Trier courtesan from Rune, and spent a lot of money on her, and at a banquet held at Perle's private residence, Perle lay naked in front of more than a dozen guests, lying naked in a huge silver platter, served by servants.
This broke Dival's heart, and he tried to commit suicide without success.
Seeing that this news is questionable, Lumian doesn't know whether to lament that the Triers are really playing, or ridicule the Runes for not being so conservative at all, and will soon be assimilated by Intis, or ridicule Divar, as a Trier in his forties, who is still so innocent.
Sometimes, seeing these incredible news, Lumian can't help but suspect that there is a need for extraordinary people to play in it, or that it is a manifestation of the evil god believer's inability to control itself.
Of course, if it weren't for the similar tendencies of the Triers themselves, many things would really be fine, and those guys would have been found out long ago.
By the time Louis and Sakota had finished dinner, Lumian led them down to the first floor.
The dance hall was quite lively at night, with Jane standing on a half-height wooden stage, singing a melody and a light song to the accompaniment of the band, while the people below hugged each other and stepped on the swirling dance steps.
Lumian took a look and retracted his gaze and walked towards the door.
"Boss, where are we going?" Louis asked.
Lumian laughed:
"Are you the leader or my leader? Do I need to report to you where I am going?"
Louis's expression suddenly froze on his face, he looked at the silent Sakota, and suddenly felt that it was not bad.
"I, I just care about what to do next." He forcibly explained.
Lumian walked out of the ballroom with the greeting of the janitor, and said with a smile:
"I will tell you when you need to know."
He walked all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, but instead of going directly to room 207 to get Mr. K's finger and the revolver, he turned into the speakeasy.
Before Lumian could look around the situation, he heard Charlie's enthusiastic voice:
"Do you know? The Charles now have a nickname, 'The Lion' Ciel!
"That's taken by 'little bitch' Jian Na, have you ever seen her? I bet you have never seen such a beautiful woman in your life, she has a hot body and a beautiful face, everyone who listens to her singing wants to change their faith for her, and such a woman takes a fancy to Ciel and takes the initiative to invite him to dance, stick to him, and twist around! Oh, the lights in the ballroom are dim, you can imagine what happened to them......"
"......" Lumian suddenly felt like he was the male protagonist of a certain news from "Ghostface" magazine.
Luis and Sakota behind him were embarrassed and worried for the leader.
What they were embarrassed about was that the guy who gave the speech at the small round table was probably bragging about it, and what they were worried about was that if it was true, wouldn't it be equivalent to putting a green hat on Franka the "red boots"? And that would make the trouble bigger, Franka was not only strong in her own right, but also the boss's mistress!
Charlie, who was holding a beer, saw Lumian, and his smile instantly froze.
He jumped off the small round table, came to Lumian, coughed and said:
"Hi, Charles, you don't mind if I tell you about your romantic encounter, do you?"
"How do you know?" Lumian did not answer the rhetorical question.
Charlie smiled:
"Many people outside know that it came from the mill ballroom."
In other words, did the Stinger Gang know that I danced with Jane twice before assassinating "Hammer" Aite? Also, at that time, I just disguised myself simply, didn't even change my hair color, and provoked the people around me...... As the mistress of the "Red Boots", Jianna should be suspected by them and may become the target of retaliation in the future...... But don't worry too much about her, she has "red boots" to protect her, and Franka, as an experienced extraordinary and powerful witch, will not be negligent in this kind of thing...... Lumian nodded with understanding.
He smiled and said to Charlie:
"Just say it."
The more widely this matter spreads, the more it will attract the attention of "Red Boots", so that she will not take chances in the possible retaliation of the Stinger Gang.
Lumian turned to ask Charlie:
"Why didn't you go to the Breeze Ballroom?"
Charlie said with a smile:
"The manager named René asked me to officially go to work tomorrow and give me 80 Felkin every month."
While the two were chatting, Lumian saw the neighbor sitting next to him at the bar:
The down-and-out playwright Gabriel.
He still had messy and greasy brown hair, larger black-rimmed glasses, a whitish linen shirt and black overalls.
"What's wrong?" Lumian said goodbye to Charlie and walked over to ask.
Gabriel, who was drinking pale green vermouth, glanced sideways at him and smiled bitterly:
"My script was returned again, and those managers didn't read it at all!
"I have invested in dozens of theaters, and no one wants to watch them."
Dozens of theaters...... Lumi moved with peace of mind and asked inadvertently:
"Did you submit the script to the old pigeon cage theater in our market area?"
"Yes." Gabriel sighed and said, "Their manager also rejected me, saying that the scripts of their theater were written by themselves or customized by someone."
Lumian sat down and asked:
"Who is their manager?"
ps: The last half of the day asked for a monthly pass.
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(End of this chapter)