Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order.
The mumbling sounds that filled his ears disappeared, and the intense pain came to an abrupt end before it had a chance to emerge.
After roughly tidying up the altar, Lumian turned his attention to the gold coin worth 5 fils.
It looks normal. Under the light of the calcium carbide lamp, it sparkles with a charming golden color, and is no different in essence from other coins.
Lumian's eyes suddenly became deep, and he treated the gold coin as a real person and observed its fortune.
Normally, it cannot see the fate of an object, but this time, the situation is different. After concentrating, it found that the gold coin was surrounded by black air, with a hint of blood-red light in it.
The former is a symbol of bad luck, and the latter represents a certain degree of bloody disaster.
Phew... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.
This means that the "transfer of fortune" was successful, and the homeless man's very unlucky fate in the next few days was transferred to the gold coin!
But if another person is not found within three days to take on its fate, it will return to being a homeless person and can never be moved again.
Lumian stared at the homeless man for a few more seconds, making sure that his fortune had temporarily returned to normal, neither good nor bad.
After confirming, Lumian, who was standing on the edge of the altar, reached out and picked up the 5 fil gold coin that served as a medium for luck.
It does not worry that this action will transfer the bad luck attached to the item to itself, because the triggering of the "lucky change technique" requires meeting specific conditions: first, the target must voluntarily take the gold coin and subjectively hold the mentality of possession; second, throughout the process, the target has taken advantage that it should not have.
In other words, if Lumian took this gold coin to buy something, the shop owner would not bear the corresponding bad luck for accepting the item, unless the item he sold to Lumian was a fake, or he facilitated the transaction by fraud and earned an unfair profit.
Similarly, if Lumian took the initiative to put the gold coin into Charlie's pocket, and Charlie didn't notice it and used it, he wouldn't become unlucky.
As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian would not be affected by the "lucky change technique" when he picked it up.
There are two simple ways to trigger the "Luck Change Technique": putting it in your pocket and letting the target steal it, and pretending to lose it and letting the target pick it up with the intention of possessing it.
Lumian believed that unless Mr. Efe and others who had developed the habit of being stingy made major changes, they would still have an excessive love for money and would easily fall into a trap in this regard.
After cleaning up the various traces on the altar, it carried the tramp all the way back to the ground, dropped it into the alley where it had originally been, and removed the ropes that bound its hands and feet, the cloth that blindfolded it, and the cloth that stuffed its ears and nose.
After observing the situation of the stray cat, Lumian kicked it and turned away.
The homeless man slowly woke up and shouted in fear as if by reflex:
"Let me go, please!"
It opened its eyes and instinctively looked around, only to find that there was no one around and it was still sleeping in its familiar place.
The tramp fell silent.
After it regained a little consciousness, its first reaction was to reach into its pocket.
The cold and hard touch then reached its brain, and it happily took out a silver coin worth 1 fiel gold.
It's really still there!
It's really still there!
It wasn't just a dream!
With the help of the faint crimson moonlight in the sky and the light from the street lamps, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again and finally confirmed that it was not fake.
It was not until this time that it remembered to check its body. Soon it found a bandage wrapped around its arm, and a tingling sensation suddenly struck its mind.
Other than that, there is nothing unusual.
The tramp fumbled around, rubbed his buttocks, and whispered to himself:
"Not that kind of pervert."
Before it went bankrupt, it was a worldly-wise person and knew that there were many guys with strange sexual fetishes in Trier. As a result, some private organizations were born, such as a club that preached that men and women reproduce and that true love only exists between men, and a romantic party that believed that only women knew how to love women.
Liu Mei just thought that she was attacked and violated by someone who liked smelly and dirty men, but now it seems that is not the case.
After thinking for a while, it suspected that someone had taken advantage of its blood and extracted some of it, and that the reward was 1 Filkin hour.
It had heard before that some big shots relied on constant blood transfusions to stay alive.
"At least 1 Felkin." The tramp instantly became happy and no longer thought about the loss of blood.
It even hopes that the other party will come to it again, and then it will take the initiative to ask how much it wants.
Lumian flipped a coin and decided to sleep at the Golden Cockerel Hotel tonight; he returned to room 207 and slept until six in the morning.
By the time it had breakfast outside, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed its clothes, disguised itself, and prepared to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning ladies had already started working.
Lumian stopped and looked at the cleaning lady who was wearing a bright golden wig and makeup, about fifty years old, who was handling the garbage in the hall. He asked thoughtfully:
"You're Elodie, right?"
It had heard Charlie mention the other person's name.
"Yes, Mr. Charles." Elodie straightened her back. She was wearing an old but clean gray and white dress. She was not short, about 1.65 meters tall. Judging from her facial features, she must have been quite good-looking when she was young.
“You’re talking about me?” Lumian asked casually.
Elodie answered truthfully:
"Mr. Charlie Corrente mentioned you as the protector of the hotel."
Hehe, it's Charlie...
Well, the attitude is very normal, not inferiority or fear at all.
Lumian began to think that this cleaning lady named Elodie was probably not the street girl Charlie guessed when she was young.
It asked casually: "I heard from Charlie that you used to be a theater actor?"
"Yes." Elodie smiled. "I used to perform in two theaters, always playing supporting roles. Later, one theater went bankrupt, and the other theater stopped hiring me for some reason. I was also quite old at that time."
When talking about the past, she was obviously a little melancholy.
Lumik nodded and looked at the hotel door. "Have you heard of the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre?"
This is what it really wants to ask.
This cleaner named Elodie was originally a theater actor, and was hired by Mr. Efe, the hotel landlord who had a close relationship with the old pigeon cage, which was a bit suspicious.
Elodie's expression suddenly became lively: "I know that every one of their plays is excellent, and most of the actors have outstanding acting skills. It is a theater worth saving a month to buy tickets to go to.
“I was watching a performance at the Old Pigeon Cage when I found out someone was looking for a half-day job as a curtain cleaner, and that’s how I came here.
This sounds like it has nothing to do with the old pigeon cage or Mr. Ev... .
Lumian did not investigate further for the time being, so as not to arouse the other party's suspicion. He smiled and said, "It sounds like you have other work?"
Elodie thought that Mr. Charles wanted to find out the origin of the cleaning lady to avoid harming the hotel, so he answered frankly: "I work in a factory south of the market area from 2 pm to 10 pm every day, um, on Saint-Germain Street, called the Goodville Chemical Factory.
Saint-Germain Street is close to the city walls of Trier and is closest to the factories in the botanical gardens.
The custom left over from the Roselle era in the Trier factory was that if production was to continue 24 hours a day, the workers had to be divided into three shifts: one for morning to noon, one for noon to evening, and one for late night.
“It’s very hard.”
Lumian sighed.
Elodie smiled and said gently:
"I have two children, they are almost adults, and when they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."
"Where's your husband?" Lumian asked casually.
Elodie's expression darkened. "It died in a factory accident a few years ago."
Lumian didn't ask any more questions and chatted with another cleaning lady, fulfilling his duties as the protector of the Golden Rooster Inn.
Then it exited the chaotic street, entered the market avenue, and headed towards the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre.
It was not waiting for Mr. Efe, who was suspected to be a fake, but just took a look. Its main purpose was to pay attention to people going to 126 Market Avenue.
Combining the two, Lumian decided to stay on Market Avenue on Saturdays, wandering around to see if he could run into his target.
When they were not far from the Old Pigeon Cage Theater and Mr. Efe's apartment, Lumian slowed down, sometimes sitting with the homeless man, and sometimes going to the nearby cafe for a drink.
Now that he was here, of course he had to keep an eye on Mr. Efe, since this place was also on the market avenue.
Nearly three quarters of an hour later, Lumian finally saw the hotel landlord.
He was wearing a washed-out suit, an old half-top hat, and holding a black cane with its paint almost peeling off. He walked out of the apartment and headed towards Suchit Steam Locomotive Station.
Lumian stood up slowly, looked back, pretended to be terrified, and jogged as if he was being chased by an enemy.
As he was passing Mr. Efe from behind, he accidentally bumped into him.
With a ding, a golden coin fell from his body to the ground, but Lumian seemed unaware of it. He buried his head and fled in panic.
Mr. Efe complained, his eyes suddenly drawn to the gold coin on the ground.
He subconsciously wanted to call out to the reckless guy, but after stretching out his hand, no sound came out.
It quickly looked around, squatted down, picked up the 5-fil gold coin, and then put it into its trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.