Chapter 231 Digestion that suddenly arrived
Hearing Franka mention of the promotion, Lumian suddenly felt that it was time to make some preparations.
It's not that he doesn't want to be the "arsonist" of Sequence 7 and really master enough occult methods, but that the previous "Hunter" and "Provocateur" magic potion formulas came from the gifts of Ms. "Magician", and it was too easy to get, so he was not in a hurry at all, just waited for the "Provocateur" magic potion to be completely digested, and then wrote a letter to contact Ms. "Magician" to see what price he would pay in exchange for all the things he needed for promotion.
More importantly, Lumian clearly knew that the "Magician" lady had an extraordinary trait of "Arsonist".
But now that he thinks about it, he feels that he still needs to make some extra preparations:
The "magician" lady most likely does not belong to the "hunter" path, and there may not really be the magic medicine formula of the "arsonist", and she may have given the extraordinary characteristics of the "arsonist" to others, after all, it is impossible to be the only one who holds the Minor Arcana card, and it is unlikely that all of them are from other channels.
Of course, with the personality and ability shown by that woman, it would not be too difficult for her to really get the "Arsonist" magic potion formula and the corresponding main material, but she might not be happy, or she would delay for a long time.
In his thoughts, Lumian glanced at the wooden box lying flat on Franca's lap, and hesitated for a moment:
"Sell it."
Although the evil scythe is extremely sharp and can draw the life of enemies through blood, it matches his fighting style of being good at close combat, but this thing is too inconvenient to carry and cannot be hidden, and it has great restrictions on the occasion of use.
To carry it all the time, Lumian can currently think of a box containing a cello to carry on his back.
For a gang leader, this is very suspicious.
In fact, if it weren't for Franka's mention of preparing for promotion, Lumian began to feel that the more than 4,000 Felkin on his body was a bit far away and needed to raise more funds, he actually didn't mind leaving the evil scythe called "Harvest Festival", after all, it can still play a role in some occasions, it's really not good, Lumian can also use "secret glasses" to disguise himself as a musician, carry a "cello" on his back, and assassinate the corresponding target.
When Franka heard this, she sighed:
"I can only sell it, it's actually very good, but it doesn't match my fighting style."
She then pointed to Lumian's waist:
"How about one bottle of each of those potions?"
To be honest, Franka is not very interested in "Fury Elixir" and "Bark Elixir", she only wants "Scorpion Venom" and "Healing Elixir", but considering that Lumian also needs to poison weapons and perform certain treatments, she chose the most decent plan.
"Okay." Lumian agreed.
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In the dark, outside 126 Market Avenue.
Several police officers in black uniforms pulled up a cordon to prevent pedestrians passing by from approaching the building behind them.
Inside that house, the blonde Angoulême. Virtue. François stood in front of the statue of a woman with soft features, staring at the blood-colored words on the wall.
With a row of gold buttons on his chest, he remained silent, making the members of the "Purifiers" around him and the police assisting them feel uncontrollably oppressed.
After a while, the "Purifier" member with Southern Continent ancestry came out of the basement, walked to Angoulême, and said in a low voice:
"Deacon, there are obvious traces of sacrifices to evil gods underground, and there are a batch of dead living sacrifices.
"The cell door has been opened, and some of the kidnappers have escaped, and the rest tell me that Roger 'Black Scorpion' is indeed using witchcraft."
After listening expressionlessly, Angoulême looked around and said to the surrounding police:
"So many people are missing, haven't you noticed?
"Who told me that there are only a few controllable extraordinary people in the market area, and if they are arrested, it will lead to the entry of new gangsters and bring more chaos?"
Angry voices echoed in the living room at 126 Market Avenue, making every police officer bow their heads.
At this moment, Angoulême suddenly turned his head sideways and looked at the female statue with soft features.
He vaguely felt a wave of anger there just now, and it disappeared in a flash.
Angoulême's body was covered with gold, and he stretched out his right palm to open the statue's belly.
There was a hollow that could accommodate a curled human, and a brownish-green seed lay quietly inside, turning into powder when the wind blew.
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Breeze Ballroom 2nd floor.
Lumian frowned suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Franka asked.
Lumian replied doubtfully, not knowing whether he should be happy or doubtful:
"Just now, my 'provocateur' magic medicine was completely digested.
"What we just did provoked to a great big man?"
Franka guessed:
"That 'Lady Moon', or, the official extraordinary?"
"It's possible." Lumian didn't think about it if he couldn't figure it out, anyway, this was a good thing.
This means that he can start to be promoted to Sequence 7 "Arsonist"!
And this also made him intuitively realize a situation:
It is not necessary to summarize all the role rules in order to completely digest the corresponding magic medicine.
After summarizing some of the rules of play that belong to you, as long as you play properly and continue to gain feedback, you can use the accumulation of times or time to digest the magic potion.
Therefore, most extraordinary people may rely on time and chance to digest magic medicine without knowing the "acting method"...... Lumian muttered silently with some understanding.
After distributing the potion and deciding to sell all the other loot for money, Lumian said goodbye to Franka and deliberately walked around the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
As soon as he went up to the second floor, he saw the door of room 206 open, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp shone into the dark corridor.
As Lumian passed by, he glanced inside and found Gabriel sitting on the edge of the bed wearing his favorite black bib pants, observing the aisle outside.
"You're finally back!" The playwright stood up with joy.
Lumian raised his right eyebrow:
"You haven't been arrested by the police yet?"
"......" Gabriel didn't know how to answer for a while.
After a few seconds, he couldn't hide his joy and said:
"Nathan. Mr. Lopp didn't call the police, and signed a contract with me to buy my script.
"He said that he originally wanted to give a down payment of 1,500 Fairkin, but considering that we frightened him, we deducted 500, and when the play was officially staged, I could share 2.5% of the ticket revenue for each performance."
Lumian laughed:
"I thought Revolver asked him to agree, but I will definitely regret it afterwards, but I didn't expect that your script really moved him."
You think so, why do you do that?" Gabriel instinctively scolded.
He explained:
"Mr. Lope understands the eccentricity of artists and doesn't mind similar things, he said that his last mistress was a female painter who not only kept a sheep on his balcony, but also wanted to try his hand at the feeling of a man, prepared fake props for this, and tried to convince him that they broke up for it."
"You Triers......" As the prank king of Kordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but sigh.
Gabriel was from a province and not a Trier, and he didn't care about Ciel's mockery at all.
He said sincerely:
"Thank you very much, although I don't agree with your method, but without you, my script would never have been seen by Mr. Lop."
Speaking of this, Gabriel asked with some doubts:
"Mr. Lopp said that we writers were not at all meticulous, and we only covered our faces when we got to his door, and after chatting with the doorman in charge of the lobby, he knew what we looked like, and once we called the police, none of us could escape.
"When you tie up the doorman, why don't you cover your face in advance?"
Gabriel felt that Ciel, as a gang leader, should not be so negligent.
Lumian asked calmly:
"Why do you want to be blind?"
"......" Gabriel asked blankly, "Why did you get blind again?"
Lumian replied in a flat tone:
"Because Jane is blind."
What logic is this...... Even as a playwright, Gabriel felt that he could not understand Ciel's thoughts.
He could feel that Ciel's state was not normal last night, but he didn't know the specific reason, and it was difficult to deduce the other party's mental condition and the root cause of his behavior.
Gabriel sighed and said:
"Fortunately, the result is good, otherwise we will all be arrested by the police......"
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, because he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Sava party, and every crime he had committed was more serious than last night.
Lumian laughed and patted Gabriel on the shoulder:
"Even if you are caught, you are just an accomplice, and you can be released on bail for some money without a weapon."
After saying that, he walked to his room and opened the door of 207.
Gabriel looked at Ciel's back, a little dazed and a little happy.
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In room 207, Lumian carefully examined the "Fallen Mercury".
He felt that if this short knife was not repaired, it would be able to last for three months.
"Actually, you can ask Franka, she might know a few people who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons......" Lumian half-closed his eyes and started "communicating" with "Fallen Mercury".
After a while, he knew what the fate was in exchange for this time:
The fate of "Black Scorpion" Roger drinking heavily.
Lumian immediately put away the "Fallen Mercury", stood up, left the room, and went up to the third floor.
He walked to the door of room 310 and heard the madman still shouting in fear:
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian took out half a piece of wire, opened the door, and saw the madman squatting on the moonlit ground, holding his head, trembling.
Lumian half leaned against the door frame and laughed:
"You're lucky, the ghost of Monsuri hasn't come to kill you yet.
"I don't know if it's too busy or if it's passive laziness."
(End of this chapter)