Charlie's body trembled when he heard Lumian's words:
"You, you don't want others to know that you have joined the Savoy Party?"
In his opinion, no matter whether it is the Savoy Gang, the Sting Gang, or any other gang, the leaders have a certain reputation and can be used to scare others in the streets and market areas, and the police have never looked for them.
Lumian took a sip of sour wine and smiled again:
"That's okay. I just want to remind you not to talk about things that you shouldn't."
He has now infiltrated the Savoy Party, but he should not be considered its leader. After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoy Party and has few thugs following him. He only manages a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Therefore, Lumian also hopes to gain greater fame as soon as possible and quickly improve his status in the Savoy Party in order to complete Mr. K's task.
The purpose of completing Mr. K's mission is to further gain his trust and favor, join the organization behind him, and complete Ms. "Magician"'s mission.
Feeling weird, Lumian raised his left hand and touched his chin.
Charlie next to him asked cautiously: "What things should not be said?"
He did have some guesses, but was afraid that his guesses were not comprehensive enough and that he would unknowingly anger this friend who had no law in his eyes.
Lumian smiled, turned his head and looked at Charlie: "You can't talk about anything related to Susanna and Matisse, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer to communicate with you in the police station."
He had wanted to give Charlie some advice like this for a long time, but he never found the opportunity.
"I see." Charlie relaxed and said expectantly, "I'm going to tell the people in the bar how you and I beat Wilson and kicked him out of the hotel."
One of his hobbies is bragging in the form of speeches.
At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little deeper. His intuition told him that Charlie would be a little unlucky recently, but not too serious.
Theoretically, this should have nothing to do with Susanna Mathis, otherwise it would not just be a little bit of bad luck, but a disaster... It seems that there is no need to worry about Susanna Mathis recently, but how many days is it recently? Lumian analyzed the fortune he sensed.
He had just discovered that unless the other person was extremely unlucky, or extremely lucky, or something dangerous to his life was about to happen in the near future, he had to concentrate and sense patiently in order to grasp the target's rough fortune through intuition.
This is different from the "hunter's" danger intuition, which cannot be completely passively stimulated.
Charlie's voice got lower and lower. He turned back to look at Lumian and said, "You, what are you looking at me for?"
He seriously suspected that Charles was trying to play a prank on him again!
Lumian smiled: "You should go to the nearest Church of the Eternal Sun to pray for good luck, otherwise you will encounter some bad things recently." The tone of his voice was exactly the same as when Osta Trull lied.
"What bad thing?" Charlie blurted out.
It took him a second to react: "How did you know?"
"I guessed." Lumian replied with a smile.
It turned out to be a joke, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief: “Then I hope you guess wrong.”
"No, it's definitely accurate." Lumian said the truth which couldn't be more true.
Charlie looked at him suspiciously, disbelief written all over his face.
Lumian chuckled, "If it's not accurate, I'll praise you. Even if something bad happens to you, it proves that I guessed it right."
Charlie couldn't find the words to respond. How could this be possible
However, this idea is pretty good, and it can be used to prank other people after some modification... ..
Lumian was about to stand up when he saw a khaki stray dog, so skinny that its bones were sticking out, walking along the shadows of the street, approaching the Golden Rooster Hotel, trying to pass by and grab the garbage thrown away by the vendor selling rotten fruits.
The stray dog moves very cautiously because there are many poor people here who want to catch it and eat its meat.
At this moment, Lumian took a step forward, put his hand on the stray dog's neck, and pressed it to the ground.
The stray dog was caught off guard and was unable to make any effective response, and began to struggle frantically with its limbs.
Its mouth opened ferociously, wanting to bite, but its head couldn't turn.
With his other hand, Lumian took out the small bottle that originally contained tulip powder and poured the contents directly into his pocket.
Then he put the small bottle next to the stray dog's head, and the sleeping liquid dripped from it as it opened its mouth and howled.
After a while, Lumian took about 5 ml of the medicine, then released his right hand that was pressing on the stray dog's neck and stood up.
The stray dog wanted to bite him reflexively, but after he looked at it, it whimpered, tucked its tail between its legs, and ran away quickly.
Charlie, who was standing next to him, was completely stunned. A story he had heard before quickly emerged in his mind.
The protagonist in that story likes to use a sentence written by best-selling author Aurora Lee to describe the villain's viciousness: He kicks every dog that passes by!
Lumian gulped down his sour wine and went into the hotel.
When he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who always had a bad face, stood up and forced a smile: "Good morning, Charles, Mr. Charles."
Lumian glanced at the plump Mrs. Firth and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Efe didn't come today either?"
Mr. Efe is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and his reputation for being stingy is widely known in the streets.
As the new "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Inn", Lumian felt it necessary to talk to Mr. Efe, lest he worry that the Savoy Party would ask him for more money and go straight to the police.
Mrs. Firth curled her lips quietly. "Although he is very stingy and only hires someone to clean the hotel once a week, he himself, well, is very clean and doesn't like to come to the hotel very much."
"Who cleans his house?" Lumian asked with amusement.
"He's a widower and does all the cleaning himself with his two children," Mrs. Firth said with disdain.
If she had so much money and owned a hotel, she would definitely hire someone to do these things and just enjoy herself.
Lumian nodded and laughed, "I didn't see him coming over after the fight on Monday. Is he still alive?"
Mrs. Firth said with a little fear:
"I'll go to his house three times a week and give him the money I make from the hotel and various bills, and I'll tell him you want to see him."
She misunderstood Lumian's meaning and thought he was... threatening Mr. Efe - if he didn't come to meet the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, he would have to consider whether he could still be alive.
Without any explanation, Lumian went upstairs, entered the room, and put Mr. K's finger hidden under the pillow back into his pocket.
After processing the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to store the materials collected later when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Lumian opened the door with some doubt, because the footsteps were not familiar to him at all.
Standing outside the door was a man in his forties, wearing a dark jacket and brown trousers that had been washed to a pale color, and a dirty cotton hat. He smiled and asked, "Is this Xia Ersheng?"
“Could it be a lady?” Lumian smiled.
At the same time, he had observed the other person's appearance, expressions and body movements: his brownish hair was a little greasy, but combed neatly, his dark brown eyes were obviously flattering, there were some smile lines around his mouth, and his overall image was pretty good, the type that was relatively friendly but difficult to conceal.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The man echoed Lumian’s words.
Lumian raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"
"I live in 401. Fitz, a bankrupt businessman." The slightly slick but friendly middle-aged man smiled.
Without waiting for Lumian to ask further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose: "It's like this, I went bankrupt because I was defrauded of 100,000 Felgin. I have been running back and forth between Trier and Suchit for more than ten years. I finally saved up a fortune and planned to get married and have children. As a result, I met that swindler. He used the excuse of a joint venture business to defraud all my savings.
"If you can help me get that money back, I'll give you thirty percent, no, fifty percent!"
Lumian did not let Fitz enter room 207. He stood at the door with his arms folded, smiling. He asked:
"Why didn't you ask Maggot or Wilson to help you get the money?"
This doesn’t require any upfront payment.
Fitz did not hide it: "I talked to Maggot and he agreed, but then one day he told me that the money would not be returned."
The Sting Gang won't be able to get back? Did the liar go bankrupt, or did the power behind him make the Sting Gang a little afraid? Lumian, who had not taken it seriously at first, suddenly focused his attention: "Did Maggot say why?"
Fitz shook his head. “No, but it’s certainly not because Timmons became poor.”
"The 'unique' dance hall he opened in the Tianwen District is very profitable!!"
Timmons... Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the swindler, or he was protected by some big shot or powerful person, so that the Sting Gang did not dare to force him to pay back the money.
Of course, we can’t rule out the possibility that Timmons is actually very good.
"Then why do you think I can help you get it back?" Lumian said with a smile looking at Fitz.
Fitz thought for a few seconds and told the truth: "You are more ruthless than Maggot, and even if you don't dare to ask for it after investigation, I won't lose anything."
“If I can’t get that money back, I can’t pay for anything.”
“Very honest.” Lumian nodded. “I will find out the truth later, but don’t hold your expectations too high.”
If Timmons had scared off the Sting Gang by bluffing, who wouldn't love to make 50,000 Felkins easily
The bankrupt businessman Fitz was just trying it out. After receiving a positive response, he thanked him repeatedly and left the second floor.
At this time, Lumian found that his spiritual power had recovered a lot, but this part was just the recovery.
More spiritual than he originally was.
“Being a mendicant monk also brings about a substantial increase in spirituality. At least at the level of Sequence 8, my spirituality is not much worse than that of other paths…” Lumian muttered silently.
At the same time, he remembered the subtle feeling he had when he drank the sour wine just now: if he could remain poor, temperate, not drink, not waste, seek alms and preach, and demand himself with the attitude of an ascetic monk, then his intuitive perception of fortune and the success rate and final effect of the five ritual magics would be improved to a certain extent.
But he didn't intend to do that, as he thought it would make him more and more like a "gifted one" and gradually be assimilated.
Gathering his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find the Sava Party members to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Art of Prophecy".
Make the best use of everything!