"good."
Lumien nodded to the manager, René.
After eating a dinner consisting of grilled lamb chops, scrambled eggs, pigeon with minced onions, and jam tarts, Lumian wiped his mouth with a napkin.
I stood up and walked to one of the balconies of the cafe, looking out at the market avenue that had already entered the night.
The gas street lamps emitted a slightly hazy, yellowish light, illuminating the road for the carriages and pedestrians on the road.
At this time, more and more people walked into the Breeze Ballroom and joined the carnival.
Frankly speaking, Lumian prefers drinking in the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel to here. It makes him relax and feel better.
In his opinion, the guests of the Breeze Ballroom were too self-indulgent. They either ignored their family situations or their futures and only wanted to indulge in alcohol, beauty, dancing and shouting. Most of the regulars of the basement bar were tenants of the Golden Rooster Hotel. They often did not come back until nine or ten o'clock and had to go to bed before 1 a.m. They went there to drink, sing, brag and dance, mainly to seize the short two or three hours and give themselves a little happiness.
Only in this way can they have the courage to face the heavy work of the next day and look forward to the new day.
It's like a kerosene lamp, which needs to be refilled with fuel regularly to continue to emit light.
Lumian looked down the market avenue for a few minutes and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Charlie, with a formal jacket draped over his arm, wearing a white shirt and a blue vest, was wrestling with someone on the street.
"You have made progress..."
Lumian smiled and expressed his feelings using a phrase that has only become popular in recent years.
He held the balcony with his right hand and jumped lightly from the second floor to the edge of the market avenue. In a few steps, he arrived at the scene where Charlie was fighting with someone.
He did not stop or help Charlie, but watched the fun with interest.
The man who was wrestling with Charlie was a thin, dark-skinned man. He was not very old, probably about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
He has deep eye sockets, dark eyes, thick lips, and slightly curly black hair. He has typical Misty Sea Islands ancestry, but compared to his compatriots, he looks quite decent.
"Liar! You damn liar!" Charlie cursed while struggling.
The islander was wearing a blue shirt with a pen in his breast pocket. He dodged and explained, "I didn't want that to happen either. I was deceived, too!"
“Shit!”
Charlie kicked but missed.
The two men wrestled in an amateurish manner until they were out of breath, and almost simultaneously slowed down and stopped. Only then did Charlie notice Lumian standing beside him, watching him with a smile on his face.
"Charles, he's Monette! That liar! The liar who cheated me out of 10 fergins and nearly made me starve to death!"
Charlie's face lit up with joy, and he couldn't wait to explain the identity of the people from the opposite islands, "Praise the sun, I met him today!"
The one from the Isles whom Charlie thought deserved to die
Lumian laughed. "You are also wrong in this matter. Don't you remember that sentence? Never trust the people of the islands."
"I thought he and I were friends."
Charlie muttered in frustration.
How did you manage to be so innocent and gullible? You are obviously quite good at playing pranks!
People like you can easily be tricked into bed by bad-intentioned guys, but still can't get the love or money you want. Well, you've been cheated.
Lumian muttered a few words in his mind and turned his gaze to the islander named Monite.
Monette gave a flattering smile: "I really was trying to find a job for Charlie, but I was also cheated and lost all my money."
"I was too embarrassed to face Charlie, so I secretly moved out of the Golden Rooster Hotel."
As he explained, he took out a stack of banknotes from his trouser pocket, counted out three 5 Felkin notes, and handed them to Charlie: "I came back to the market area this time just to find you and return your money to you, plus interest."
Charlie used the light of the street lamp to confirm the authenticity of the three banknotes, then he calmed down and asked suspiciously, "You will also be deceived?"
From the time he met Monitor until he moved away, Charlie had only seen this guy cheat other people, but had never seen him suffer any loss. He was worthy of being an islander.
Monette smiled awkwardly and said, "Not only was I deceived, I was deceived twice."
"The first time, I met a group of people who said that the [Unique] dance hall in the Observatory District wanted to expand its business and offered a portion of its shares for people to subscribe. Each small share only cost 200 Felkins."
"You all know how profitable the dance hall is. I couldn't help myself and spent all my savings, but the stock subscription certificate I got turned out to be fake!"
"I went to confront the gang and was cheated for the second time."
[Unique]Dance Hall!
Lumian's eyelids suddenly twitched.
Fitz is a bankrupt businessman living in Room 401 of the Golden Rooster Hotel. He was once defrauded of 100,000 Felgin by Timmons, the owner of the Different Nightclub. He wanted to ask Lumian to help him get the money back, but after Lumian's thorough investigation and questioning several people, he found that the rules of the nightclub were very strange. Fitz also had strong enough connections and seemed to have good strength, so he gave up the commission.
Now, he has encountered another victim of the [Different] dance hall.
"You've been fooled by them once, why can you be fooled a second time?"
Charlie didn't think he would be that stupid.
Monette coughed twice. "They told me directly that they were just a bunch of scammers and it was impossible for them to return my money. They also said that calling the police was useless. Since I had talent, they asked me if I was willing to learn their scam techniques and then earn back the money I was cheated of."
"In the end, they taught me everything I knew, but they just gave me something extra."
"what?"
Charlie has always been curious.
The next second, Monette took out a transparent monocle from his other trouser pocket.
Then, he naturally clamped it in the socket of his right eye.
For some reason, after Monet put on the monocle, Lumian felt that his whole person had undergone some indescribable subtle changes, just like an actor playing a different role.
Monette, who was wearing a monocle on his right eye, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He first glanced at Charlie, then looked at Lumian, his eyes moving from his face to his chest and to his hands.
Lumian felt inexplicably nervous, but he had no premonition of danger.
Monette smiled and said, "Are you Charles who invented that fool instrument?"
“Yes.” Lumian did not deny it and quietly became more alert.
Monet pinched the monocle on his right eye and said, "You are really good at playing pranks."
"Do you want this monocle? It's of no use to me. It's better to exchange it for cash. You can use it to disguise yourself as someone from the [Different] dance hall and go there to make more money."
Do you think I'm a fool? Lumian rejected Monet's proposal without hesitation: "I don't have a hobby of wearing monocles."
He has always been confused about the strange rules of the "Different" dance hall and has a basic sense of vigilance.
Monette withdrew his gaze with a little regret, took off his monocle, and said to Charlie: "I'll give you the money and interest. If you have any problems in the future, come to the [Different] dance hall to find me."
Charlie said disdainfully: "Haha."
He still suspected Monette, who had intended to cheat him out of his money.
After the islander left the market avenue, Lumian glanced at Charlie and said, "Remember to keep your distance from that guy, otherwise he might bring you a similar fate as Susanna Mathis."
The latter part of the sentence was meant to deceive Charlie, mainly to frighten him so that he would not take the advice to heart.
Charlie was instantly horrified, and didn't bother to ask why, and hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay, okay!"
At midnight, Lumian and Janna, who was wearing a sequined red dress, left the Breeze Ballroom and walked towards Coat Street.
Jane didn't ask him why he was on the way. After a long silence, she said: Have you ever felt that nothing matters, you feel confused and have no motivation? "Of course I have."
Lumian looked at the street ahead and answered casually, "You need to rediscover the meaning of life and figure out what you really want to do."
Jana was silent again, and after a while she asked, "Have you ever had that experience? Something illusory in your body suddenly shattered, and a mysterious starry sky seemed to appear around you, with stars of all sizes shining."
"No."
Lumian thought for a few seconds and said.
He had experienced the feeling of unreal things suddenly shattering, every time the potion was completely digested, but he had no idea about the mysterious starry sky or the big and small stars.
Janna didn't say anything else. I don't know if she was thinking about what this phenomenon meant or if she was thinking about other issues.
Not long after, the two arrived at Apartment 601, 3 White Coat Street.
Franka had returned and watched the two men enter side by side with caution.
Before she could ask, Janna brought up the matter of [the shattering of the unreal things and the mysterious starry sky].
Franca was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Your [Assassin] potion has been digested!"
"Assassinating a congressman in public and under heavy protection will really help you digest the potion."
"Is this a sign of the potion being digested?"
Lumian did not hide his astonishment and doubt. Why do I only have the first half and not the second half
Franka looked at him suspiciously: "You have never experienced it? How did you get promoted?"
The seal on my body not only seals Thermiporos, but also seals some of my mystical perceptions? Yes, the seal is on my body, it is impossible that it has no effect at all.
Lumian had a guess and said casually, "It's not that obvious."
Franca, who was more concerned about her female companion, did not raise any objections, but curiously asked Janna: "You should have summarized the role-playing rules, right?"
"Playing rules?"
Jana recalled and said, "After the assassination, I understood a lot of truths. Well, assassination is a matter of putting one's own life on the scale. Assassination is the final punishment and a disaster for those criminals."
After discussing the [Acting Methods] and the Acting Rules with Janna for a while, Franca remembered that Lumian was there too.
"Is there anything you need?"
She looked at her male companion who was already sitting on the sofa.
Lumian glanced at Janna, meaning that they needed to communicate in private.
Janna understood instantly and went into the guest bedroom under the pretext of changing clothes.
Lumian then lowered his voice and asked Franka: "What kind of person do you think Hela is?"