Chapter 272 Islanders
"Okay." Lumian nodded to manager René.
After a dinner of lamb chops grilled in foil, scrambled eggs, minced meat pigeon with onions, and jam pies, Lumian wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked to one of the balconies of the café, looking out at the market avenue that had entered the night.
The gas street lamps emitted a slightly hazy yellowish light, illuminating the road for carriages and pedestrians on the road.
At this time, people walked into the Breeze Dance Hall one after another to join the ranks of the carnival.
Frankly, Lumian prefers to drink at the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel than here, which makes him more relaxed and happy.
In his opinion, the guests of the Breeze Ballroom are too indulgent, either ignoring the family's situation or not thinking about their own future, just want to indulge in alcohol, beauty, dancing and yelling, and most of the regular customers of the basement bar are tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel, they often have to come back at nine or ten o'clock, and they have to go to bed before 1 a.m., they go to drink, sing, brag, and dance, mainly to seize the short two or three hours to give themselves a little happiness.
Only in this way can they have the courage to face the heavy work of the next day and look forward to the new day.
It's like a kerosene lamp that must be refueled regularly to continue to shine.
Lumian looked down at Market Avenue for a few minutes and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Charlie, wearing a dress jacket at the crook of his arm, wearing a white shirt and a blue vest, was scuffling with people on the street.
"You're promising......" Lumian smiled and sighed with emotion in a word that has only become popular in recent years.
He held the balcony with his right hand, jumped lightly, jumped from the second floor to the edge of the market avenue, and rushed to the scene of Charlie's fight with people in a few steps.
He didn't stop it, nor did he help Charlie, and looked at the excitement with great interest.
Fighting with Charlie was a thin and dark-skinned man, not too old, only twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
His eye sockets are sunken, his eyes are dark, his lips are thick, his black hair is slightly curly, and he has typical Misty Sea Islander blood, but compared to his compatriots, he looks quite good.
"Liar! You damn liar!" Charlie scuffled and cursed angrily.
The islander was wearing a blue shirt and a pen pinned to his chest pocket, and explained while dodging:
"I don't want that to happen, I was deceived too!"
"Shit!" Charlie kicked and missed.
The two scuffle amateurly until they are out of breath, slowing down their movements almost at the same time and stopping.
Only at this time did Charlie find Lumian standing next to him, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Ciel, he's Monit! That liar! The liar who deceived me by 10 Felkin almost starved me to death!" Charlie's face was happy, and he couldn't wait to explain the identity of the islanders on the opposite side, "Praise the sun, let me meet him today!"
The islander that Charlie thought was damned? Lumian laughed:
"You are also at fault for this, don't you remember that sentence? Never trust the Islanders."
"I thought I was friends with him." Charlie muttered frustratedly.
How did you manage to be so simple and easy to deceive? You're obviously quite good at pranks...... People like you can easily be tricked into bed by ill-intentioned guys and can't get the feelings or money you want, uh, you've already been cheated...... Lumian cursed a few words and set his sights on the islander named Monit.
Monit smiled flatteringly:
"I really wanted to help Charlie find a job, but I was also cheated and lost all my money.
"I was embarrassed to face Charlie, so I secretly moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel."
As he explained, he took out a stack of bills from his trouser pocket, counted three 5 Fairkin denominations, and handed them to Charlie:
"I went back to the market area this time to find you and return your money to you, as well as interest."
After Charlie confirmed the authenticity of the three banknotes through the light of the streetlight, his mood eased a lot, and the fox asked:
"You will also be deceived?"
From the time he met Monite to the time he moved away, Charlie had only seen this guy deceive others, and he had never seen him suffer, worthy of his identity as an islander.
Monite sneered:
"Not only was I deceived, but I was deceived twice.
"The first time, I met a group of people who said that the 'different' dance hall in the Observatory District wanted to expand its operations, so they took out part of the equity and asked people to subscribe, and each small share only cost 200 Felkin.
"You should all know how profitable the cabaret is, I couldn't hold back and spent all my savings, but the stock subscription certificate I got turned out to be fake!
"I went to the gang to theorize, and then I was deceived a second time."
"Different" cabaret ...... Lumian's eyelids jumped suddenly.
Fitz, a bankrupt businessman who lives in room 401 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, was once deceived by Timmons, the owner of the "different" cabaret, for 10 Felkin, and wanted to find Lumian to help him get it back, but Lumian investigated on the spot and asked a few people After asking a few people, he felt that the rules of the cabaret were very strange, and he had strong enough connections, and he seemed to have good strength, so he gave up the commission.
Now, he has met another victim of a "different" cabaret.
"You have been deceived by them once, why can you be deceived a second time?" Charlie felt that he would not be so stupid.
Monit coughed lightly twice:
"They told me directly that they were a group of scammers and it was impossible to return the money to me, and they also said that it was useless to call the police, and asked me if I would like to learn fraud from them and then earn back the defrauded money myself.
"As a result, they taught me everything I understood, but they just gave me one extra thing."
"What is it?" Charlie had always been curious.
The next second, Monit took out a transparent monocle from the trouser pocket on the other side.
Then, he naturally pinched it inside the socket of his right eye.
For some reason, after Monit put on the monocle, Lumian felt that his whole person had undergone some indescribable subtle changes, just like an "actor" playing another role.
Monit, who was wearing a monocle on his right eye, curled up slightly, first glanced at Charlie, then at Lumian, his gaze fell from his face to his chest, to his hands.
Lumian was inexplicably nervous, but he had no premonition of danger.
Monit said with a smile:
"Are you the Ciel who invented that fool's instrument?"
"Yes." Lumian did not deny it and quietly raised his vigilance.
Monit pinched the monocle in his right eye:
"Very good at pranks.
"Do you want this monocle? It's useless to me, it's better to exchange it for cash, and you can use it to disguise yourself as someone from a 'different' cabaret and go there to make more money."
Do you think I look like a fool? Lumian rejected Monit's offer without hesitation:
"I don't have a hobby of wearing monocles."
He has always been puzzled by the strange rules of the "different" cabaret and has the most basic sense of vigilance.
Monit retracted his gaze with a slight regret, took off the monocle, and said to Charlie:
"I will give you all the money and interest, if you have something to do in the future, go to the 'different' dance hall to find me."
Charlie said "heh" disdainfully.
He still suspected that Monit had the mentality of trying to cheat him out of money in the first place.
When the archipelago left the market avenue, Lumian glanced sideways at Charlie:
"Remember to keep your distance from that guy just now, otherwise he is likely to bring you something like Suzanne. What happened to Matisse."
The second half of the sentence was lying to Charlie, mainly to scare him so that he wouldn't take the advice to heart.
Charlie was instantly frightened, and didn't care about asking why, he nodded hurriedly and said:
"Okay, okay!"
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At midnight, Lumian and Jane, wearing a sequined red dress, left the Breeze Ballroom and walked towards White Coat Street.
Jian Na didn't ask him why he stopped by, and after being silent for a while, he said:
"Have you ever felt that nothing mattered, that you were confused and unmotivated?"
"There must be." Lumian looked at the street ahead and replied casually, "This requires you to rediscover the meaning of life and figure out what you really want to do."
Jane Na was silent again, and after a while she asked:
"Have you ever had that experience? Something illusory in the body shattered, and it seemed that a mysterious starry sky appeared around it, with large and small stars shining."
"No." Lumian thought for a few seconds.
He had the feeling of illusory things suddenly breaking, every time the magic medicine was completely digested, but he had no idea what the mysterious starry sky was, what big and small stars, he didn't know at all.
Jane Na didn't say anything more, not knowing whether she was thinking about what this phenomenon meant or if she was thinking about other issues.
Not long after, the two came to Apartment 601, No. 3 White Coat Street.
Franka had already returned, watching the two of them walk side by side with vigilance.
Before she could ask, Jane Na brought up the matter of "illusory things are shattered, and mysterious starry sky appears" again.
Franka was stunned for a moment and said happily:
"Your 'assassin' magic potion has been digested!
"In public, under heavy protection, assassinating a member of Congress can indeed help you digest the magic medicine well."
"Is this a manifestation of the digestion of magic medicine?" Lumian did not hide his astonishment and doubts.
Why do I only have the first half and not the second half?
Franka looked at him suspiciously:
"You haven't experienced it? How did you get promoted?"
The seal on my body seals not only Thermibolos but also some of my occult perceptions? Also, the seal is on my body, it can't be without any effect at all...... Lumian probably had a guess, and said casually:
"It's not that obvious."
Franka, who was more concerned about her female companion, did not raise any objection and asked Jiana curiously:
"You should have a summary of the rules for playing the game, right?"
"Play the rules?" Jane recalled, "After the assassination, I understood a lot of truths, well, assassination is a matter of putting one's own life on the scale, assassination is the final punishment, a disaster for those criminals......"
After warmly exchanging "pretend methods" and acting rules with Jane for a while, Franka remembered that Lumian was also there.
"Do you have anything?" She looked at the male companion who had sat down on the sofa.
Lumian glanced at Janna, meaning that she needed to communicate privately.
Jian Na instantly realized, used the excuse of changing clothes, and entered the guest bedroom.
Lumian then suppressed his voice and said to Franka:
"What kind of person do you think 'Hela' is?"
(End of this chapter)