Chapter 232 Equivalent Exchange
The madman was still wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, and seemed to have no idea of changing his clothes at all.
Hearing Lumian's words, he raised his head, revealing a face covered by a black beard.
He seemed to have forgotten Lumian, his blue eyes were blank and slightly chaotic.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" He grabbed his messy black hair that had reached his shoulders and shouted in fear again.
Lumian walked over, pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" with his left palm wearing black gloves, and stabbed the madman in the shoulder with a pop.
The dirty linen shirt was suddenly torn, and the wound was not deep, but there was still bright red blood overflowing.
The madman was completely stunned, as if the long-awaited final judgment had finally arrived.
After a few seconds, he sat down, supported the ground with his hands, and quickly moved back, trying to distance himself from Lumian.
During this process, he kept shouting in horror:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The tenants living in the surrounding rooms heard the movement, but no one came to take a look, because the madman was shouting that he was dying every day. Don't kill him.
The silver-black evil dagger had already escaped from the madman's shoulder, and Lumian was still staring at the illusory river of mercury.
He saw the other person's happy first half of life and the strange deaths of his relatives one after another, as if he could experience the feeling of a complete mental breakdown under a huge blow.
Sometimes, Lumian also hopes that he can completely collapse like this madman, no longer have any reason, and follow the instincts in his heart to do things that normal people would not do until he dies, but he still has hope, even if that hope is extremely small and almost vain, it is still hope, he is unwilling to give up, he wants to pursue.
Therefore, he is often impulsive and often wants to destroy himself, but he is always bound by the reason brought by that little hope, and he does not really disregard the consequences and is extremely contradictory.
Because he clearly knew which fate he wanted to exchange, probably on what date, Lumian quickly found the fate of the madman who met the ghost of Montsouri underground in the market area, and pried it up with the tip of a knife, turning it into mercury droplets.
Lumian ignored the madman's shouts of horror, squatted in front of the other party, wiped the blade of the "Fallen Mercury" with his clothes, and initially helped him stop the bleeding.
Then, Lumian pulled over the only chair and sat down, waiting for the exchange of fates to be completed.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
In the madman's shouts, time passed minute by minute, and finally, "Fallen Mercury" trembled slightly.
The madman's low cry stopped abruptly, he stood up suddenly, his eyes regained clarity, and he muttered to himself:
"I have to go have some wine, I have to go have some wine......"
Lumian smiled, stood up and said:
"Please, just think of it as a reward for helping you get rid of the ghost of Monsouri."
Of course, the real reward is the fate of "encountering the ghost of Monsouri", as long as it is properly designed and the target is not guarded against, it will be an assassination weapon.
The madman was stunned for a second and said:
"Get rid of it?"
"You can not believe it." Lumian turned and walked towards a dark hallway without wall lights.
The maniac is driven by a strong desire to drink and subconsciously follows him.
On the way to the basement bar, he kept looking around and found that it was indeed different from usual.
The feeling that something in the darkness was watching me was gone!
With huge doubts, the madman sat down at the bar in a slight dazedness, asked for two glasses of oatmeal beer, one for Lumian, and drank one by himself, his mouth full of white foam.
Because he occasionally wakes up and comes here for drinks, no one thinks there is anything wrong.
After satisfying that desire to drink heavily, the madman looked at Lumian and asked again:
"Did I really get rid of the ghost of Monsouri?
"How did you do it?"
"I killed the ghost of Monsouri, but I'm not sure if it will come back to life." Lumian replied with a serious face, "Of course, if the people who encountered it before were not dead, they would not be entangled again, you should remember, I told you last time, I also met the ghost of Monsuri, you see, I am still alive now."
"Really?" The madman couldn't believe that this handsome young man could take out the ghost of Monsouri.
None of the church did it!
Lumian smiled:
"I'm lying to you, I just found a spell that won't entangle the ghost of Monsouri, but I need the blood of the afflicted person as a medium."
The madman suddenly realized:
"No wonder you want to give me a knife."
He then said a little embarrassedly:
"I may not be able to give you any compensation for the time being, I don't have much savings left, I have to find a job again......"
"What do you call it?" Lumian interrupted the madman's words.
"Just call me Flemish." The madman also asked Lumian, "What about you?"
"Charles." Lumian gulped down his oatmeal beer.
When there was only one layer of beer left in the glass, the madman Flemish was already a little drunk, pulling Lumian and chattering:
"You know what? I used to be a university lecturer, and I was also responsible for the safety of some students.
"Many of those students are bold, dare to do anything, want to try everything, and if we stop them, they will shout the slogans of 'freedom' and 'freedom'.
"They will even hold a graduation ball in the catacombs, burn the bones of the nameless corpse to warm their buttocks, don't believe in anything, don't be afraid of anything, of course, I was like that in the first place."
Flemish talked about the first half of his life, sometimes proud, sometimes happy, sometimes denouncing the bad times, and sometimes reminiscing about the good.
"You went to the underground Trier to prevent some students from taking risks?" Lumian asked casually while drinking beer.
Flemish shook his head:
"No, I am a mineral student, the distribution of the underground rock formations in Trier is very characteristic and worth studying, and we have also established a 'Mineralogy and Pathology Museum' in the catacombs and the medical school.
"I came out of the museum and went around to the underground of the market area, and when I was going to go home from here, I encountered the ghost of Montsouri.
"My Sandrina...... My Bastian ......"
Flemish raised his hands and held his head, his voice becoming extremely painful.
Seeing this, Lumian changed the topic:
"The underground rock formations of Trier are very distinctive?"
"Yes." Flemish first replied instinctively, then regained his emotions and gushed endlessly, "We also gave those rock formations very poetic names, from top to bottom they are 'flowers', 'sheep' and 'sedges'......"
In this way, Lumian and Flemand chatted until the early hours of the morning, the latter was in high spirits, and his face covered with black beard seemed to be a little rosy.
He didn't lose his mind anymore, and after making sure that nothing was watching him in the dark, he turned back into a normal person.
Saying goodbye to the drunken Flemish, Lumian retracted his gaze with a slight smile, walked into room 207, and began to write letters to Ms. "The Magician".
He first mentioned that he was influenced by Thermibolos to almost transfer Charlie and attack and kill "Black Scorpion" Roger and other "Moon Lady" subordinates, and then said that the "Provocateur" magic potion was completely digested because of the latter, and wanted to know if you had any "Arsonist" magic potion formula and extraordinary characteristics there, ma'am, and what price you needed to pay in exchange.
Not long after Lumian cleared up the environment and summoned the puppet messenger to take away the letter, Ms. "Magician" replied:
"Yes, you have really realized what that guy with a long name can do to you, what you are trying to do, keep this vigilance.
"According to your description, that 'Moon Lady' should have a sequence of 3, and being able to really provoke such a demigod can really help you digest the magic potion quickly.
"If I remember correctly, you are going to Mr. K's party tomorrow night and tell him that you can believe in that being, which means that you will truly become one of them, and you will complete the first stage of the task I gave you.
"That 'Arsonist' trait is still with me, but you need to follow the principle of equal exchange.
"In Intis, the two main materials of the 'Arsonist' magic potion are more than 1.8 thousand felkin, and in many cases even more than 20,000, but the corresponding extraordinary characteristic price is generally around 3.5 thousand felkin.
"What does this mean? It shows that many people in Intis have become "arsonists", but many "arsonists" have died.
"As a Minor Arcana card holder, I will give you a big discount, and that extraordinary trait only costs 30,000 Felkin.
"Good luck."
Phew, 30,000 Felkin...... Lumian exhaled, feeling that this was not an unattainable number.
He himself has more than 4,000 Felkin deposits, and the evil scythe called "Harvest Festival" can still be sold at a good price, and when the time comes, borrow some more from Franka and embezzle some cash from the Breeze Ballroom, which should not be too far from 30,000 Felkin.
And "Lady Moon" is the same as Lumian guessed - she has changed from "Lady" to a lady who gives birth to gods, and there must be more than just sequence 4.
Fortunately, in the previous battle, we always acted like we were about to lose, and we didn't let Roger "Black Scorpion" ask for help...... Lumian burned the letter paper of the "magician" lady, washed up a little, lay down on the bed, and went to sleep.
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At around six o'clock in the morning, he had just finished washing up and changed into a white shirt, black vest, brown trousers and strapless leather boots when he heard someone pedaling down on the third floor.
It was Ruhl and Michelle, who were ragged and covered in the stench of garbage.
Ruhr looked at Lumian at the door of room 207 and shouted in panic:
"Charles, Mr. Charles!
"That madman is dead!"
That madman is dead? Flemish is dead? Lumian was startled at first, then passed Ruel and Michele and rushed to the third floor.
The door of room 310 was open, and Lumian saw Flamen hanging from the window at a glance.
He was facing the door, his beard had been shaved clean, revealing his thin face.
At this time, he was no longer breathing, his face was bluish, his eyes were slightly bulging, his mouth was wide open, and his body was bathed in the clear morning light shining from outside the window, hanging quietly in a belt tied to the window frame.
Below him, on the wooden table, there was a kerosene lamp that was about to go out, a few tome books, and a piece of white paper held down by a pen, which seemed to say something.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds, then walked over slowly and checked the blank paper.
It reads in rounded Intis:
"When I was crazy, I still had the desire to survive.
"After I woke up, I couldn't find the meaning of life.
"Please bury me in the 'tomb lamp basement' of the catacombs."
Lumian raised his head and looked at the slightly bulging blue eyes, as if looking at the dead Flemish.
He just looked at it quietly, as if it had frozen there, and did not move for a long time.
(End of this chapter)