Watching the ashes of the burning paper drifting before his eyes, Lumian once again recalled the oppression Mr. K had brought upon him: “It turns out that the core of ‘Shepherd’ is ‘herding’, by herding the souls and characteristics of other Beyonders or Extraordinary creatures, using their abilities…
"In this way, senior 'shepherds' will definitely have no weaknesses. They are good at close combat, long-range attacks, and various mystical methods..." In fact, the person who is under the contract is a bit like a shrunken and simplified version of shepherding. Each contract can only correspond to one ability. When the sequence is low, the number of contracts signed is still very limited. Judging from the mouth monster, the probability is no more than three, and the ideal is five. Once the ability is not chosen well, even ordinary people with guns may not be able to beat them. This is not like a shepherd. Shepherding a Beyonder can have many of his abilities, and there is no possibility of waste.
"Of course, when you reach the level of the main hall god, you sign as many as a dozen or twenty contracts, which is a different experience. Moreover, the objects of the contract are often creatures from the spiritual world. Their abilities are varied and very strange, which will make the Beyonders who encounter them for the first time very uncomfortable...
The more Lumian thought about it, the more terrifying Mr. K seemed to him.
He stood up and sighed: No wonder the "magician" thought Mr. K could fight against Susanna who had turned into an evil spirit. Matisse...
After leaving the room, Lumian walked up to Louis and Sakota and said calmly, "Let the kitchen prepare dinner." "Boss, what do you want to eat?" Louis asked before Sakota. Lumian had no impression of the menu of the cafe attached to the Breeze Ballroom. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's have a set meal and eat together."
"Okay." Louis motioned to Sakota to inform the waiter in the cafe.
Lumihon sat down at Baron Brinell's favorite table and picked up today's newspaper. On top was the Trier Zeitung, followed by the Reformer, the People's Voice, the Action, the Innsasser, the People's Friend and other major newspapers.
Lumian couldn't help but tilt his head and asked Louis with amusement, "Is this what Brinell usually watches?"
Is he still a gang leader who cares about national affairs? Luis looked at Sakota on the other side and replied with a smile: "He doesn't read these things. He just told us not to offend those reporters and newspapers. We should subscribe to influential newspapers if possible, and spend money to take turns to publish an advertisement for the Breeze Ballroom from time to time, saying that there are a large number of hot dancers here.
"He usually reads the three newspapers and magazines at the bottom."
Don't offend the newspapers and journalists... Yes, if the Trier Zeitung published a news report about a large-scale gang in the market district, the Savoy Party would be finished the next day. Those gentlemen still have some dignity...
Lumian learned a little more knowledge.
He then pulled out the newspapers and magazines at the bottom.
They are: "Novel Weekly", "Men's Aesthetics" and "Ghost Face" magazine, which publishes all kinds of gossip and latest jokes about Trier.
Isn't this more interesting than The Reformer or The Action
Lumian picked up the "Fiction Weekly" and read the latest serial.
He casually asked, "Where does the money for subscribing to these newspapers and advertising fees come from?"
Louis thought for a moment, and still couldn't come up with an answer until cold sweat broke out on his forehead. At this time, Sakota said, "Deduct it from the 100,000 Ferkins that you have earned for building good relationships with the police officers."
Lumian nodded in satisfaction.
It would be fine if it didn't affect the income of the new leader of the Bitsavo Party! Soon, the waiter of the cafe brought a plate of food: minced pigeon with onions, smoked yellow crab, hot bamboo chicken pie, stewed lamb brain, stewed veal slices, grilled oysters with herbs, two kinds of salad, scarlet cheese, toasted almond sauce, and a glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon wine.
Various scents mixed together and penetrated into Lumian's nose, making his saliva secretion even more vigorously.
"As expected of Trier, a set meal in an ordinary cafe has so many dishes. If it were in Loen, there would only be a few choices like fried steak and stewed lamb with peas..."
As a pure Intis man, Lumian mocked Loen's food based on his impressions from various newspapers, magazines, and folk jokes.
He picked up the glass of tricolor liqueur, took a sip, pointed to the armchair next to Table II and said, "Let's eat together."
"Boss, please eat your meal. We will take turns eating." Louis Xin bent down slightly and said with a smile.
Lumian did not try to persuade him and enjoyed his first big meal since arriving in Trier, which was free.
I have to say that the chef at Breeze Ballroom is quite good. He nodded frequently while eating.
Among them, he was most satisfied with the stewed sheep brain. With the use of several spices, the fishy smell and mutton smell of the sheep brain were cleverly eliminated, leaving only the delicate taste of Russell tofu and the rich and tempting aroma. He drank the glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a third of the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and then signaled Louis and Sakota that they could take turns to eat.
He himself picked up Fiction Weekly and Ghost Face magazines.
In the magazine "Ghost Face", Lumian saw a familiar name: Duval.
That was the restaurant owner who invented the Duval bouillon. He later became rich and moved to the opera district.
The magazine Ghost Test published a recent anecdote. Duval was madly obsessed with Perle, a theater actress from Loon and a socialite from Trier. He spent a lot of money on her. At a banquet held at Perle's private residence, Perle was lying naked on a huge silver plate in front of a dozen guests, which was brought by servants.
DeVal was so heartbroken that he tried to commit suicide but failed.
Seeing this news, Lumian didn't know whether to sigh at the Trier people's frivolousness, or laugh at the Loen people for not being so conservative and being assimilated quickly in Intis. Or he should ridicule Dival for being so innocent as a Trier in his forties.
Sometimes, when seeing these incredible news, Lumian couldn't help but suspect that there were some extraordinary people playing a role in it, or that the evil god's believers could not control themselves.
Of course, if the people of Trier themselves did not have similar tendencies, many things would not be a problem and those guys would have been caught long ago.
After Louis and Sakota finished their dinner, Lumian led them down to the first floor.
The dance hall was quite lively at night. Janna stood on a half-high wooden stage, singing a song with a cheerful melody accompanied by a band, while people below were hugging each other and dancing in circles.
Lumian glanced away and walked towards the door.
"Boss, where are we going?" Louis asked.
Lumian laughed. "Are you the boss, or am I the boss?"
Do I need to report to you where I go
Louis' expression froze on his face. He looked at the silent Sakota and suddenly felt that this was not a bad idea.
"I, I just care about what to do next." He forced to explain.
Lumian walked out of the ballroom as the doorman greeted him, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you when I need you to know."
"He walked all the way back to the Golden Cockerel Hotel, but instead of going directly to Room 207 to get Mr. K's finger and the revolver, he went to the underground bar.
Before Lumien could even look around, he heard Charlie's enthusiastic voice: "Do you know? Charles now has a nickname, the Lion." Charles was given by the "little bitch" Janna. Have you ever seen her? I bet you've never seen such a beautiful woman in your life. She has a hot body and a beautiful face. Everyone who listens to her singing wants to change their beliefs for her. And such a woman fell in love with Charles and took the initiative to invite him to dance, sticking close to him and twisting around!
Oh, the lights in the ballroom were dim, you can imagine what happened to them...
"Lumian suddenly felt like he had become the protagonist of a news article in Ghost Hazard magazine.
Louis and Sakota behind him felt embarrassed for their leader and a little worried.
They were embarrassed because the guy giving the speech at the small table was most likely helping the boss to brag, and they were worried that if it was true, wouldn't the boss be giving "Red Boots" Franca a green hat
But that would be a big trouble, because Franka is not only very strong, but also the boss's mistress!
Charlie, who was holding a beer, saw Lumian and his smile froze instantly.
He jumped off the small round table, came to Lumian, coughed and said, "Hey, Ciel, you don't mind if I tell you about your romantic encounter, right?"
"How did you know?" Lumian asked instead of answering.
Charlie laughed and said, “A lot of people outside know about it. It came out from the Mill Dance Hall.”
In other words, the Stingers knew that I had danced twice with Jana before I assassinated Hammer At? Yes, I was just a simple disguise at the time, I didn't even change my hair color, and I provoked the people around me. When they thought about it later, combined with the death of Hammer At, they would definitely recognize me... Jana, as the mistress of Red Boots, should have been suspected by them, and maybe she would become the target of revenge later.
There's no need to worry too much about her, as she has the "Red Boots" to protect her. As an experienced Beyonder and a powerful witch, Franka won't be careless about such things... Lumian nodded with understanding.
He smiled and said to Charlie, "Just tell me."
The more widely this matter spreads, the more it will attract the attention of Red Boots, so that she will not have any chance of revenge from the Sting Gang.
Lumian turned to ask Charlie: "Why didn't you go to the Breeze Ballroom?"
The manager smiled and said, "The manager named René asked me to start working officially tomorrow and will pay me 80 Felkins per month."
As the two chatted, Lumian saw his neighbor sitting next to him at the bar: the down-and-out playwright Gabriel.
He still had the same messy, greasy brown hair, wore large black-framed glasses, and wore a bleached linen shirt and black overalls.
"What's wrong?" Lumian said goodbye to Charlie and walked over to ask.
Gabriel, who was drinking light green absinthe, glanced at him and said with a bitter smile: "My script was returned again. Those managers didn't even read it!"
"I've invested in dozens of theaters, but no one is willing to watch it."
Dozens of theaters Lumian's heart moved, and he asked casually, "Have you submitted your script to the old pigeon cage theater in our market area?"
"Yes." Gabriel sighed, "Their manager also rejected me, saying that the scripts for their theater are all written by themselves or customized by others."
Lumian sat down and asked, "Who is their manager?"