In the Breeze Ballroom, in front of the white spherical statue made up of countless skulls.
Lumian stopped here and looked at the inscription written in Intis for a few seconds - "They sleep here, waiting for the arrival of happiness and hope."
He retracted his gaze and walked towards the door.
The two thugs in white shirts and black jackets turned their bodies at the same time and greeted respectfully:
"Good morning, Charles."
They had heard the rumours that this young man had killed Maggot and dealt a heavy blow to Wilson in a few days, and that he had joined the Savoy Party.
There were not many people in the Breeze Ballroom. The waiters were arranging the chairs and sweeping the floor leisurely.
Lumian was just about to look for Luhaos, whom he had met before. After all, it was such a small matter and there was no need to alarm Baron Brinell. However, he saw Missiri, who had followed him, sitting at the bar.
Missili was still wearing the same peaked cap and drinking a glass of rye beer.
Lumian walked over with a smile.
Misiri noticed someone approaching and habitually glanced at them from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he froze, as if frozen there.
The next second, he jumped off the high-shadow footstool, turned to Lumian, and put on a flattering smile: "Good morning, Ciel."
Missili also heard about how Charles killed Maggot and threw Wilson directly from the fourth floor of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
This made him particularly glad that he did not hold on to the end after being caught while tracking Charles. Otherwise, based on the other party's style of doing things, he would have been buried in some corner of underground Trier for sure.
This is a truly ruthless person. He will kill someone if he says so, and throw someone off the building if he says so, without any hesitation!
Lumian smiled. "Just calling him Ciel doesn't seem respectful enough, does it?"
After successfully seeing Missili's face turn pale, Lumian added: "I don't know when I can be called Sir Ciel."
This was both a joke and a veiled indication that he wanted to "work hard," "work hard," and become the head of the Savoyard Party as soon as possible.
"Very soon, very soon." Missiri said with a smile.
What he really thought in his heart was that I can call you Sir now if you want, just like Baron is not a real baron, it is more of a nickname and a self-proclaimed title.
Lumian sat down at the bar. He patted the high stool next to him and said, "Sit down. I have something to ask you."
Missili sat down quickly and pointed at the rye beer in front of him and said, "Want a glass?"
"Give me a Ranger." Lumian was being completely polite.
"Ranger" refers to an orange-pomegranate-flavored beer that costs a full 2 licks more than a rye beer.
Missili felt a little distressed, but still shouted to the bartender, "A cup of Ranger." Then, he tilted his head and smiled at Lumian, "What do you want to ask?"
Lumian waited until the large glass of orange beer was pushed in front of him. He asked, "How did you join
We of the Savoyard party
"I'm from Savoyard," Missili pointed to his weathered face. "I came to Trier to find a job, but the fellow who provided me with accommodation had already joined the Savoyard Party.
The Savoyard Party was originally established by Savoyard people who worked as laborers, waiters and vendors in the Honest Market District. They were tough, brave and unafraid of sacrifice, and soon they had their own territory. Later, as the Savoyard Party grew stronger, they also recruited people from other provinces and local people from Trier, but most of the backbone members were still from Savoyard.
Nodding slightly, Lumian continued to ask, "Baron Brinell is the boss of the entire Savoy Party?"
"No." Missili looked at Lumian with understanding.
He chose to join our Savoy Party without even knowing the basic situation of the Party? Moreover, he killed Maggot and dealt a heavy blow to Wilson for our Savoy Party!
Lumian took a sip of orange-pomegranate beer and said with a smile, "I always thought Baron Brinell was our boss. With his demeanor, his style, and his strength, how could he not be the boss?"
Missili was terrified and just covered Charles' mouth with his hand. Could he say such words in such a public place
If that person heard about it, his attitude towards the Baron would definitely change!
Missili quickly explained: "The Baron is mainly responsible for the Breeze Ballroom, Market Avenue and loan sharking. There are also the mouse Christo who is in charge of the smuggling business, the giant Simon who is in charge of the dance halls on Nightingale Street, the red boots "Franka" who is in charge of White Coat Street, and the bloody palm "Black" who is in charge of half of the Honest Man Market.
Above them there is a real boss, but I don't know who he is and I have never seen him. At this point, Missili lowered his voice and said, "I only heard that he is a serious businessman, a member of the Savoy Chamber of Commerce, and has a considerable business."
A member of the Savoy Chamber of Commerce? It sounds like the Savoy Chamber of Commerce needs to support such a gang to deal with some conflicts.
Things that must not be made public, and guarding against attacks from competitors... Lumian made some guesses based on what he saw and heard while wandering, Aurore's fragmentary words, and the books, magazines, and newspapers at home.
At this time, hearing that Charles had arrived at the Breeze Ballroom, Louis, who had been following Baron Brinell, hurried downstairs and went straight to the bar.
He was really worried that the courageous country boy would get into trouble again!
Seeing Lumian chatting with Missili, he sat down on the other side and asked casually, "Why are you here so early in the morning at Breeze Ballroom?"
"I need your help with something." Lumian smiled.
Louis, whose forehead was still bruised from laughing, was shocked: “What’s the matter?”
Seeing that they seemed to want to talk about serious matters, Missili found an excuse, took the glass of rye beer, left the bar and moved closer to the dance floor.
Lumian looked away and spoke slowly, "Help me get the lizard's eyes, the stones from the eagle's nest, and the snake's venom sac."
He did not reveal all the materials needed for the "art of prophecy" and planned to obtain them from several places.
"What do you want these things for?" Louis felt that the three items were evil and weird as soon as he heard them.
Lumian laughed, "Do you remember how Maggot died?"
Louis' scalp tingled instantly, he felt that the other party was threatening him, and very successfully!
I really didn’t mean to scare you this time… Lumian chuckled and said, “I gave him a knife smeared with poison.”
"Yes." Louis remembered the conversation between Charles and Baron Brinell.
Seeing that this guy still didn't understand what he really wanted to say, Lumian couldn't help but curse in his heart: "How come you are even more stupid than Charlie?"
He sighed and said, "Those things are used to make another poison."
"What do you want to do?" Louis almost stood up, suspecting that this guy was going to cause trouble again.
"Self-defense," Lumian said simply.
Louis couldn’t find anything to blame, so he took a breath and said, “I’ll have someone help you collect those three things.”
He then repeated the name of the material to avoid any mistake.
Lumian confirmed it, drank a sip of "Ranger", and asked: "Have you heard of the 'Different' dance hall?"
Louis looked at Lumian with a wary look and said:
"You'd better not mess with them. Timmons, the owner of the dance hall, seems to be a friend of the police commissioner of the observatory district. There seems to be a mysterious organization behind them. Several people who wanted to blackmail them before ended up encountering very strange and terrible things. Some even disappeared. Each district in Trier has a police headquarters, which is headed by a police commissioner.
The full name of the Police Commissioner is Trier Police Affairs Commissioner Pengwu, who is headed by the Minister of Police of Trier.
No wonder the Sting Gang didn't dare to ask Timmons for the money they owed... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.
Seeing that Louis was always worried that he was going to cause trouble, he deliberately asked again: "Who are the other leaders of the Sting Gang who are at the same level as Maggot, and who is their boss?"
"What do you want to do?" Louis almost blurted out.
Did Charles want to kill all the strong men of the Sting Gang? Isn't this too delusional
Louis tried to calm down and said, "You don't need to understand for now."
Lumian smiled, asked no more questions, and drank the glass of "Ranger".
Observatory area, near the catacombs.
Lumian found Osta Trull sitting behind the campfire.
He laughed sarcastically and said, "You are the most dedicated person I have ever met."
They come here to cheat people seven days a week.
"I also want to go to the beach for a sea bath, but I still owe so much money."
Aosta had considered leaving Trier by steam train and not repaying the remaining debt, but as soon as he arrived at the steam train station, he was blocked by people sent by Baron Brinell and given a severe beating.
This made him quite afraid of Baron Brinell's ability and he dared not make similar attempts again.
"Help me collect some stuff." Lumian sat down and said directly, "I'll give you an extra 5 Fel Gold for each reward."
Aosta. Trull's eyes lit up: "What do you want?"
"Pig's entrails, rat's and dog's tongues, stag's marrow, any deadly herb," Lumien said, looking at the spring fire.
"It's quite difficult to obtain." Osta tried to bargain.
I have already decided to go to the wild game restaurant in the observatory area and ask.
Lumian ignored him and changed the subject: "Where can I find the water monster in Trier?"
Aosta thought for a moment and said, "There is an underground river near the Serenzo River in the catacombs. From time to time, people say they have encountered a water monster."
There are occasional ones along the Serenzo River, but they seem to be quickly dealt with by the Purifiers or the people of the 'Mechanical Heart'.
Lumian nodded. "Do you know the 'Different from the' dance hall?"
"Yes." Aosta pointed upwards, "It's right next to Purgatory Square! Old Street."
"1Felkin, take me there." Lumian stood up.
He planned to take another look in person to find out more, and if it didn't work, then forget it.
Soon, Osta led Lumian back to the ground, turned into the old street near the square, and stopped in front of a very old building.
The building was a gray-blue affair, preserving the style of pre-Russell times: a cocked hat, a gabled roof, and leaded windows.
The "Different" dance hall is located on the ground floor of the building, and its door is shaped like a huge mouth.
It was already afternoon. A carriage stopped by the roadside and three men and one woman got out.
They were all wearing dark short suits and were approaching the "Different" dance hall step by step.
When they were almost at the door, the three men and one woman simultaneously took out a monocle and put it on their right eye.
Seeing this scene, Lumian tilted his head in confusion and looked at Osta.
Osta explained with a smile: "This is the rule of the unique dance hall. Anyone who wants to enter must wear a short suit and a monocle."