Gardner. Martin glanced at Lumian in surprise and pondered slightly:
"Let's talk about it in the carriage."
Hearing this, the butler Fastino took the initiative to sit in front of the carriage, next to the coachman.
Lumian silently followed Gardner. Martin got into the carriage and sat down on the opposite side.
When the vehicle moved slowly, Gardner. Martin looked at Lumian and said:
"Why do you want to advance such a large amount of cash?"
Lumian replied calmly:
"Because of the opportunity to improve my strength, I want to become the 'arsonist' of Sequence 7."
Gardner. Martin didn't expect this guy to be so honest, and after two seconds, he asked with a smile:
"1.2 thousand Felkin is enough?"
"There is also the 1.8 thousand Fairkin you gave last time, as well as the previous savings." Lumian answered without blinking.
Gardner. Martin nodded slowly:
"You met someone else selling the main material of the 'Arsonist' magic potion? Do you have the magic potion formula of the 'Arsonist'?"
"Yes." Lumian didn't hide it.
Gardner. Martin laughed:
"You actually told me all these things, shouldn't they be kept secret?"
Lumian said unusually sincerely:
"I feel ready to take the 'Arsonist' potion, and it may not be long before I can advance to Sequence 7.
"At that time, if you really encounter any conflict, it is impossible to hide the change in your own strength, and you will soon be known by the boss.
Moreover, the dance hall manager René is Gardner. Martin's people, the advance of 1.2 Felkin, he will definitely report it.
Lu Mian paused for a moment and then said:
"That's one of the reasons.
"Another reason is that I have wandered, stayed in the countryside, and been wanted, and I only recognize one truth now, that is, whoever is good to me will be good to whom."
His words were not meant to show his loyalty, according to Jenna, in the relationship with Gardner. When Martin had only met once, such loyalty seemed too exaggerated and not credible enough, and his purpose was mainly to show his desire to be loyal to the other party.
Similarly, Gardner. It was impossible for Martin not to understand the reason for his confession in advance, the real purpose of his words just now was to show that he was a person with a brain.
Gardner. Martin tilted his head slightly and laughed:
"Very good.
"Brignel, Crystal, and none of them have their own secrets, they just think I don't know.
"If you can correctly understand your situation, future development, and my attitude, it shows that you are smarter than them, and in many cases, sincerity is the most effective means."
Sincere? Lumian said unusually sincerely:
"Boss, I have a clue to the main material, but I don't know where to find the auxiliary material yet.
"Can you help me keep an eye on the blood of the fire salamander, the powder of magma pyroxene, and the red-crowned impatiens?"
In Lumian's view, it is suspected that Gardner of the "hunter" pathway sequence 6 or even sequence 5. Martin should have an easier time finding auxiliary materials for the "Arsonist" potion than Franka.
Maybe, when he was promoted to "arsonist", he still had auxiliary materials that he hadn't used up?
According to Aurore's Witchcraft Notes, as long as the method is done properly, spiritual auxiliary materials can still be stored for a long time.
Gardner. Martin was a little stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ciel to make such a direct request.
What he originally planned was to care a few words, understand the needs, and then offer to help in order to buy people's hearts.
Two seconds later, Gardner. Martin nodded lightly and said:
"No problem."
Seeing that he did not ask about the weight of the three auxiliary materials, Lumian became more and more convinced that the Savoyard boss was the middle sequence of the "hunter" path.
Gardner. Martin looked out the window and said in a school-like tone:
"I have been observing outside the councilor's office for a while, have you found any suspicious people?"
"No." Lumian shook his head, "They are all people whose photos occasionally appear in the newspaper."
Gardner. Martin smiled indifferently:
"Indeed, there is the president and vice president of our Savoie Chamber of Commerce, and the owner of the Goodville Chemical Plant, Bono. Goodville, with Clément, manager of Nova Mechanics, and Etienne of the St. Gers phlogistin factory...... I am invited as a shareholder of the Lister Terminal, the owner of the Lister Freight Company and the Savoyard Construction Company, not the boss of the Savoyard Party."
Speaking of which, Gardner. Martin sighed softly:
"But we can only barely squeeze into the upper class of Trier, in the business world, the real big people are the chairman and owner of Trier Bank, Suhit Bank, Asset Credit Bank and other banks, and are the shareholders of Suhit Textile Group, Tilis Coal and Steel Consortium, Anubi Steel Company, Southern Wine Merchants Federation, Farga Arms Group, Byron-Paz Import and Export Company, and other giant shareholders."
These terms have been seen in newspapers and magazines, and the most impressive is the Byron-Paz Import and Export Company.
In order to protect its interests in the southern continent of Cibyron and the Pass Valley, it was even allowed to maintain a large private army and a fleet in the form of mercenaries.
Seeing the vehicle about to drive out of Market Avenue, Gardner. Martin motioned for the coachman to park the carriage on the side of the road and nodded to Lumian:
"Before taking the magic potion, you must confirm your own condition, and you would rather postpone it for a while than take risks."
After responding, Lumian left the carriage and walked towards White Coat Street.
He wanted to hide all the cash on his body in the safe house.
After walking a distance, Lumian became a little hesitant:
Safe houses do not mean absolute safety, especially in places where there are many lower-class people, such as market areas and botanical gardens, where thieves and thieves are quite rampant.
If you really want to encounter a burglar, Aurore's witchcraft notes are okay, they have no value in their eyes, at most they will look through whether there are any banknotes hidden, and the more than 26,000 cash will definitely be taken away.
"How many traps to make in the safe house to guard against thieves?" Lumian's thoughts were spinning, and he suddenly had a better idea.
That is to give 26,000 Felkin as an advance payment to the "magician" lady!
This way, there is no problem of losing large sums of cash.
And the lady of high status would not admit that she had received an advance.
Shout...... After making up his mind, Lumian came to the safe house on White Coat Street, took out paper and pen, and wrote a letter:
"Dear Madam 'Magician',
"I have raised 26,000 Fairkin, which will be given to you as an advance payment, and after I make up the final payment of 4,000, you will give me the 'Arsonist' extraordinary trait.
"I hope to recover."
Lumian didn't let the "Magician" lady give the "Arsonist" extraordinary trait now because he hadn't gotten the corresponding auxiliary materials yet, and the non-specialty was more troublesome to preserve, and it could also be lost.
After summoning the puppet messenger and taking away the cloth bag stuffed with cash and coins, and the letter attached, Lumian relaxed a lot, but was a little worried about whether the messenger would be robbed in the spirit world.
Not long after, the puppet messenger in the golden dress brought a reply from the "magician" lady:
"Twenty-six thousand Feldin has been received.
"'Magician'."
It's like a receipt...... Lumian muttered, thanking the puppet messenger.
He immediately left White Coat Street and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
As usual, after opening the door with half a piece of wire, Lumian walked through the lobby, which only had a little light from the basement bar, and went all the way up the stairs.
When he reached the second floor, he pursed his lips and continued up, reaching the third floor and coming to room 310 where Flemish had lived.
The wooden door of the room was not closed, it was completely open, and the curtains were also undrawn, allowing the crimson moonlight to penetrate the glass and shine in.
This is an unwritten folk custom that is more popular among the people at the bottom of the Trier area:
The room of the dead had to be opened and the curtains were drawn for three days.
It seems to be a fear that the ghosts of the deceased are reluctant to leave.
Lumian stood at the door, looking at the room that was free of clutter, as if he saw the madman holding his head and shouting "I'm going to die" again.
After a while, he silently retracted his gaze and walked towards the stairs.
He heard communication in room 302 that tried to suppress his voice but was not controlled.
That room belonged to the fake photo sellers of part-time scavengers, Ruhr and Michelle.
They obviously did not light the kerosene lamps and calcium carbide lamps, and there was no light overflowing from the cracks in the doors.
As Lumian approached the staircase, he instinctively listened to the conversation of the old couple with his strong hearing instincts:
"Old woman, look at these, look at these, they are all valuable! Those gentlemen and ladies threw them away!"
"I think this bag of things can sell for 5 Felkin ......"
"5 Felkin? At least 15!"
"Old man, it would be nice if I could pick up such valuable garbage every day."
"Then you have to choose a member every day."
"Praise the sun and let that councilor hold a banquet every day, so that in just one year, just one year, we can go back to Olmir to buy 10 acres of land to plant vines."
"You old woman are quite good at thinking.
"What's wrong with me? Don't you think about it? Even if there is no banquet, we have saved a lot of money, and another four or five years should be enough."
"Yes, we won't have to work as hard as we do now, and we won't have to worry about not being able to do the work......"
Lumian didn't listen anymore, smiled silently, went down the stairs, returned to room 207, washed up a little, and went to bed.
Sleeping until midnight, in a daze, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.
As soon as he turned over and sat up, looking towards the corridor, there was a knock on the door.
Lumian walked over, half defensive, half confused, and opened the wooden door.
Outside the door was Mrs. Michelle, who was short and gray-haired in a yellow cloth dress.
She said with a look of fear and panic:
"Ruhr is suddenly sick! Ciel, Mr. Charles, can you help me carry him to the clinic on White Coat Street?
"I, I have money to treat him!"
Mr. Ruhr is sick? He was fine before I went to bed...... Lumian was stunned for a while.
(End of this chapter)