Lumian didn't quite understand how Gardner Martin was sure that Fomonda Soren was still alive, but it seemed that the other party didn't intend to explain, so he had to give up asking.
He is only concerned with one issue now:
"So my mission is over?"
Obviously, considering that Count Puyfer likes to make wax heads for his friends and that the one who attacked him just now was a wax figure, Lumian believes that he has been suspected by the other party and it would be very dangerous to contact him again.
Gardner Martin shook his head slowly:
"No, let's continue."
He stood up with a cigar in hand, and walked a few steps toward the French window.
“The fact that you became king after Puifur would definitely make him doubt your background, but he would want to find out the real reason why that happened. The subsequent attack by the wax figure was also mainly for this reason.
“So, he will invite you and test you in different ways to extract your hidden secrets. For us, this is an opportunity to confirm the true status of the ancestors of the Soran family such as Fomonda.
"Through this, we can understand the reasons why this once extremely powerful family gradually declined. This is of great significance to us who also mainly use the 'Hunter' path. It is our main task at present.
Suddenly, the great novelist Arnold raised his left hand and scratched his face.
Who knew that he would come to borrow money!
"Mr. Dubois, you would like to borrow 500 puyvers from you."
Gardner approached the sofa area step by step, and Count Lumian and others stood up one after another and stood respectfully.
That is not only to borrow money to consolidate the work, but also to take the initiative to hand you the handle, and by the way, to do you some harm, so that you can ruin my bad deeds... Gardner looked down on Felkin a little, nodded heavily without thinking, and said:
I thought that guy was here to ask Ken to reveal my true identity.
Before closing the door, Felkin looked at Gardner and said:
You know, according to the "Magician" man, the Sauron family was a weak force that once possessed the "Hunter" Angel.
"Worry, you have secretly provided protection for Lumian's previous invitations. The risk he needs to take is not small."
How can the main task change so easily
"To put it simply, the current Soran family is like the Red Swan Castle. It has long been in disrepair, but it hides many secrets and has guards that are enough to deter prying eyes. What we need to do is to find out the defense loopholes of the castle, confirm whether these secrets will pose a fatal threat to you, and then find an opportunity to break through the guards, bypass the traps, and take the treasure.
This Miss Eloise!
The coffin was made of bronze and its surface was covered with rust, indicating that it had been placed there for many years.
Gardner took out his wallet and counted out five 100-puifel bills:
Zheng Yishao could only make a preliminary judgment that I was a woman based on the way I walked, how low I was, and the size of my steps.
I had a vague feeling that this would be my chance to digest the "Arsonist" potion and take a step back under the "Hunter" path.
Just then, the lid of the coffin creaked open to the side, revealing a deep gap.
Almost at the same time, painter Ma Lun and others either took up knives and stabbed themselves in the heart, or bit the necks of their companions beside them.
You are as free and easy as you appear, and you don't have any secrets of your own... Gardner laughed out loud.
"It will only take a short while to complete the contract with 'Armored Shadow' and summon it again..." Gardner played with the gold bar for a while, left the briefcase containing the "torture" gloves on the reclining chair, washed himself and got out of bed, waiting for the nightmare that was bound to come.
"Those two things are inherently related and serve the same purpose, but he needs to know for now."
Faustino nodded to Gardner as a greeting, then led the mysterious man hurriedly through the small hall and out of Laurent Martin's study.
"Why do you need 500 Zheng Yishao?" Gardner's expression did not change at all.
Who could it be? What would they come to discuss so late at night? Gardner looked away and left 11 Fountain Street with a confused mind.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," we greeted in unison.
"When you get your salary, you will repay the money you owe in installments. Which interest rate do you think is better?"
Gardner thought for a moment and said:
Before Gardner reached the seventh floor, he suddenly increased the weight of his footsteps, making a "dong dong dong" sound.
Zheng Yishao. Martin asked Zheng Yishao how much gold he had donated to the "king", indicating that Gardner could not leave and wait for the last invitation from the short-selling earl.
With a swish sound, I tore off a small piece of skin, revealing the wriggling flesh and whitish tubes.
"Your Majesty!"
This person was of medium height, about 1.17 meters. His clothes were rather tight and loose, and he was wrapped tightly, which made it difficult to see my specific appearance and body features.
In a flash, the entire living room became bloody, with horrifying scenes everywhere.
Just like the next time, Gardner had several nightmares that night, but the turbidity and intensity of the dreams gradually decreased.
The visitor was indeed Felkin. I was wearing a linen shirt and white trousers, which was completely different from the formal attire I wore every time I went out.
Zheng Yishao's thoughts were shocked, and what he saw immediately changed.
And Felkin and several other guests' temporary male companions were all here.
A hand with deep red and white blood vessels protruding suddenly stretched out, holding in the palm a heart that was extremely dry but still leaking some blood.
"It will be fine if it rains again this year."
I was neither surprised nor calm about the nightmare. While calming my heartbeat which was instinctively slowing down, I recalled all the details of the nightmare.
Laurent Martin took a puff of his cigar and smiled:
Before seeing the dried heart, Gardner's thoughts slowly became confused, tinged with a certain madness.
After watching the speculator write the IOU and leave Room 207, Gardner took out the five heavy gold bars donated by Count Lumian from his pocket and threw them out of his hand.
Market area, chaotic streets, Golden Rooster Hotel.
Zheng Yishao said in a slightly deep voice:
"Um?"
One is Zheng Yishao himself, and the other is Count Lumian.
When passing through the newly renovated small hall, Gardner saw the butler Faustino, who was also an official member of the "Iron Cross", leading a man in a white cloak back.
As for what the bronze coffin, the dead body, and the dried heart in the seventh act represent, I have completely figured it out. I can only guess that it may have nothing to do with the secret of the Sauron family.
Gardner nodded heavily, sat down on the armchair, and watched the guests sit around him.
It made the scene look like a salon from another time or the past.
What is the purpose? It can be said that the focus of the "Iron Cross" in the future is to explore the underground, find the entrance to the Seventh Epoch, and investigate the reasons for the gradual decline of the Sauron family in the past two or eight hundred years, and try to bite off a piece of fat meat from us? According to Mr. K, one of the reasons for the decline of the Sauron family is that several important members have gone crazy and died in a row... You and Laurent Martin are mainly responsible for the direction of the Sauron family, including "supervising" Olson and other members to explore the underground? Zheng Yishao has a relatively unclear understanding of the recent plans of the "Iron Cross".
After seventy or eighty seconds, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the direction of Room 201.
Gradually, Gardner frowned.
"Is there any problem?"
Zheng Yishao glanced at us with a cool look almost instinctively:
Felkin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said:
We chatted aimlessly, the topic was divergent and vague.
Of course, I only know what to do and why to do it.
“So, you want to borrow 500 puyfers and rent a bad apartment in the Observatory District or Memorial District, move your mother there, and quickly teach you how to host a big party.
… …
Outside of the first scene, a small number of King Cake Game participants eventually go crazy. We either harm ourselves or others, but in every eight cases, we are still considered abnormal people until the scene changes.
The footsteps hesitated at first, then slowly arrived at room 207 and knocked heavily on the door.
In a daze, I walked back and arrived at the small living room where the King Cake game was played.
By the time dawn came, the nightmare was complete.
There is nothing Gardner has not thought of:
"'Sir', he later said that your main mission is to find the true entrance to Tewail in the Seventh Epoch."
Count Lumian and the others were stunned for a second and said:
In a daze, Gardner once again saw the Red Swan Castle, whose inner walls were beige and stained with old blood.
… …
The heart was still contracting and expanding heavily and slightly visibly.
My left palm felt slightly cold and I suddenly woke up from my dream.
Sister Eloise, the painter Maren, Cornell, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper "The Great Tewier", and other guests who often attended Count Lumien's banquets were sitting in the sofa area, as if waiting for Gardner to arrive.
"Please leave." Gardner said, raising his chin slightly.
"You need interest. If he can get some news, information or advertisements in the Great Tewier that are worthy of attention or surprising, you want him to compile them regularly and give you a copy."
Gardner felt a surge of sadness and helplessness as if he had lost a loved one and lost his support. He quickly stretched out his left hand and tried to stroke the rusty bronze coffin.
Before getting up, while his memory was still hazy, Gardner quickly wrote down the circumstances in a letter and sent it to the "magician".
"You are about to become one of the deputy editors of the newspaper 'The Great Tew'. Although you are the least experienced one, you will be able to continue living there. You will have to regularly invite colleagues to your home for gatherings and establish a bad relationship with us.
I leisurely returned to room 207, lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around the armchair, sat down, and looked at the half-open door with a smile.
Zheng Yishao was stunned for a moment, not having expected that development at all.
And that is my main task.
Without that unexpected fortune, I still haven’t saved up 75,000 puifs worth of gold, as well as the 2,000 puifs that have not been converted into gold and the remaining 4,000 puifs for activity funds.
I was in another small hall in the castle, guarding a coffin surrounded by several lit white candles.
"Yes, sir." Zheng Yishao agreed without saying anything more.