Without asking why, Liz went up to the second floor, found a red cloth, and hung it at the door of the "Carnivore" bar.
Lumian sat at the rebuilt counter and enjoyed seasoned roast beef with fluffy bread.
As time passed, more and more customers entered the "carnivore" bar, as Leeds made a wooden rack and posted the new menu and corresponding prices on the street.
Of course, this behavior is not the main reason for customers to come to the door.
The most important factor is that the food on the menu is unbelievably cheap, after all, no boss makes the difference from it.
Customers come with a try-mindedness, not too confident in the "carnivore" bar that has changed owners, they repeatedly confirm whether it is really this price, there is no additional fee, and the portion and quality of the food can be guaranteed.
This is all the experience of being deceived by Morora profiteers.
Those profiteers also said that we have all been exiled to Morola because of serious violations, and they expect us to operate in good faith? Anyway, Morola's residents' code does not include the prohibition of arbitrary bidding of prices or shoddy charging, and law enforcers will not come to check the hygiene conditions of the kitchen.
The vast majority of customers dared not speak out about this, and the profiteers who could be taught by them were killed by them, and the rest were unaffordable to be messed with.
They often regret it and feel that they should keep a few profiteers who can handle it to ensure the quality of food and reasonable prices through daily supervision.
Many times, killing people is not the best solution.
"If I knew this, I wouldn't have been exiled to Morola!" An exile in his forties held a beer with white foam and expressed his opinion on the matter.
His gaze has been moving back and forth on Julie, who is temporarily acting as a bartender, hoping to attract the beauty's attention with her words and performances.
The cheap price was the reason they came in, and the beautiful bartender was the reason why they were reluctant to leave and asked for an extra drink.
Lumian forked up a piece of beef grilled until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, savoring the beautiful taste of the combination of Leeds' secret seasoning and tender meat.
He felt that after leaving Morola, he should let Ludwig become the head chef.
You can't waste the talent of the "chef"!
After lunch, Lumian took a glass of spirits and walked around the hall as a bar owner, piecing together Morola's current situation from different customers:
Not long after the establishment of this city of exile, the inhabitants were divided into classes, and the main criterion for division was strength.
Today, the extraordinary have firmly occupied various key positions in Morola, controlling resources such as grain, meat, vegetables, dairy products, various minerals, factory products, sales channels, and street-facing shops.
For these ordinary criminals, the biggest dream is to gain the trust of a powerful extraordinary person to be rewarded with extraordinary traits that he does not need after winning the opponent's duel.
"This is simply the heaven imagined by the 'Iron Blood Cross'." After Lumian sat back at the bar, he sighed amusedly.
As a former member of the "Iron Blood Cross", although he always secretly ridiculed those embarrassing "sermons" and "rituals", he still grasped the main ideas of the "Iron Cross":
They want to build a country where extraordinary people no longer hide and gain status through strength.
Morora seems to be like that now.
Lumian was about to drink the remaining spirits in the glass and go upstairs to find a quiet place to study when he suddenly saw a gentleman-looking Gusin walking into the bar.
It came quite quickly...... Someone has been staring here? Lumian played with the glass in his hand.
Gu Xin sat down next to him, took off the half-height silk top hat on his head, and said to Julie, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, with a dark bow tie, and a unique flavor:
"A glass of Lie Langzi."
– Morola has few varieties of wine, rye beer, strong lonzie and red wine are the most popular.
Lumian took out paper and pen from the "traveler's bag" and started writing and drawing on the table at the bar.
Gu Xin waited until Julie handed over Lie Langzi and took a sip before looking forward and smiling:
"You make decisions faster than I think."
"I don't want to be bound like this either." Lumian responded meaningfully.
What he really meant was that he didn't want to stay in Morora for long, and in Gussin's ears, it was that he didn't want to accept the rule of the Church of Knowledge anymore.
"This is the common choice of all strong people, goshawks will not be with sparrows." Gu Xin praised.
Lumian was still making a sketch and said with a smile:
"Now, you need to convince me that you have a future and that I will not stand with the losers."
"I have launched dozens of riots, and I have not been caught by the Knowledge Church until now, isn't that the best reason?" Gu Xin pursed his mouth again.
Lumian shook his head:
"In my hometown, there is a proverb called 'a swallow does not make summer', what does it mean? Individual swallows have come early, and it cannot prove that the corresponding season has arrived, and it is very unwise to make hasty judgments and conclusions based on a single phenomenon."
"How do you need me to convince you?" Gu Xin turned his head sideways.
Lumian smiled:
"Complete my test."
Gu Xin was stunned for a few seconds, and said funny:
"Normally, shouldn't an organization like ours test new joiners to see if he is qualified?
"It depends on the strength and importance of the new joiners, not past experience." Lumian had an expression of "I don't have to cause a riot with you bugs, I can organize my own team".
Gu Xin took a sip of Lie Langqi and said after a while:
"What do you want us to do?"
Lumian smiled and said nothing until he finished sketching before pushing the paper in front of him to Gu Xin:
"Find this person."
The painting is Albus. Medici.
Lumian's sketching level is not high, but relying on the precise control of the "hunter's" wrist and fingers, the deep memory of the image of things and the restoration in the brain, Albus. Medici paints vividly, and that aggressive and repulsive temperament jumps on the paper.
"He?" Gusin picked up the drawing paper and asked in confirmation.
Lumian nodded slightly:
"His real name is Albus. Medici, I don't know if Morola uses a pseudonym."
"Medici......" Gusin repeated the surname in a low voice.
He folded the drawing paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and then picked up the glass of Lie Langzi again:
"You can test us, but we also need to test you.
"You have to prove that you are capable enough."
"Kill, isn't the original owner of this bar enough?" Lumian smiled and asked, "Or, do you want to have a duel with me?"
Gu Xin maintained a gentlemanly posture, shook his head and said:
"We have recognized your strength, and now you need to test other aspects."
Lumian held the glass and looked sideways at Gussin, waiting for him to tell the story.
Gu Xin glanced left and right, and his eyes stayed on Julie, who couldn't hide her charm for two seconds.
He lowered his voice:
"The basis of the Church of Knowledge's rule over Morora is an item in the underground mausoleum of the cemetery, and our ultimate goal is to invade it and take control of that item.
"It was very dangerous, we found a similar place to temper our members, and the test for you was to enter the underground area shrouded in the fog of war, overcome the difficulties on the way, and reach the location we marked."
The goal is still "0-01"? Lumian pondered for a few seconds and said:
"Okay, when can we start?"
"Tonight." Gu Xin drank the remaining Lie Langzi, paid for the drink, got up and left the "Carnivore" bar.
Lumian glanced at Julie and found that the "witch" was lowering her eyebrows and lowering her eyes, obediently and restrainedly dealing with the pick-up and harassment of the drinkers, as if she did not notice her conversation with Gusin at all.
Scold...... Lumian laughed secretly, put down the glass and headed to the second floor.
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Trier, Memorial Parish, 9 Orosay Street, 702 Apartments.
"Jian Na should be back the day after tomorrow, right?" Franka stood by the window in the living room, talking to herself with some melancholy and a little fear.
Against the backdrop of the deep night and lights outside the window, her face flickered and darkened, looming, like an intoxicating dream.
Suddenly, she saw Bayinfer, the "penitent" wearing a black clergyman's robe and resembling a charred corpse, walking out of the void, holding a letter in his hand.
Letter? Who gave it to Lumian? Well, Baynfell's presence here shows that the Messengers really can't locate Morora, even if there is a special contract...... Franka took the letter and said with a polite smile:
"Thank you."
Bayinfel nodded, turned his body, and disappeared into the night seeping out the window.
Franka suddenly let out a "hey" and muttered:
"I still want to have a good relationship with you, please introduce me to a messenger......"
As she spoke, she raised her right hand and smelled the complex smell of powder and perfume mixed with grass, flowers, and spices from the letter.
A letter from a certain woman? Franka, who was entrusted with Lumi's security power, muttered and opened the letter, reading the contents:
"I don't know what to call you, Louie. Mr. Berry, or Lumian. Mr. Li.
"During this time, I really came into contact with the occult circle of Matanibang through Rhiya, mastered a lot of occult knowledge, and also knew that I was actually not weak, but I lacked experience before and didn't show it, really.
"Of course, I also know how big the gap is with you, and how vast the world is outside of Matani.
"I think I'm willing to help that friend of yours and hope you fulfill your promise.
"Amandina."
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)