Gardner. Martin looked at Lumian in surprise, then said after a moment of hesitation, "Let's talk about it in the carriage."
Hearing this, butler Faustino took the initiative to sit in the front of the carriage, next to the coachman.
Lumian followed Gardner in silence. Martin got on the carriage and sat down opposite him.
As the car slowly started to move, Gardner Martin looked at Lumian and asked, "Why do you want to advance such a large sum of cash?"
Lumian answered frankly, “Because there is an opportunity to improve my strength, I want to become a Sequence 7 arsonist.”
Gardner. Martin didn't expect this guy to be so frank. After two seconds, he smiled and asked, "12,000 Felkins is enough?"
“And the 18,000 Felkin you gave me last time, and my previous savings.” Lumian answered without blinking.
Gardner. Martin nodded slowly. "Did you meet someone selling the main ingredients for the Arsonist potion somewhere else? Do you have the formula for the Arsonist potion?"
“Yes.” Lumian did not hide it.
Gardner. Martin laughed: "You actually told me all these things. Shouldn't they be kept secret?"
Lumian said sincerely, "I feel like I'm ready to take the Arsonist potion, and maybe I can advance to Sequence 7 in no time.
"If we really encounter a conflict, it will be impossible to hide the change in my own strength. You will soon know about it, Boss. In this case, why not tell you now?"
Moreover, René, the manager of the dance hall, was Gardner Martin's man, and he would certainly report the advance of 12,000 Felkins.
Lumian paused and continued, “This is one of the reasons.
"Another reason is that I have been a wanderer, lived in the countryside, and been wanted. Now I only believe in one principle, that is, I will be good to whoever is good to me."
His statement was not intended to demonstrate his loyalty. According to Jana, such loyalty would be too exaggerated and unreliable when he had only met Gardner Martin once. His main purpose was to show his willingness to be loyal to the other party.
Similarly, Gardner Martin could not fail to understand why he had made his early confession. The real purpose of his words just now was to show that he was a man with brains.
Gardner. Martin tilted his head back slightly, (small), and laughed: "Very good." Brinell, (said), Crystal, they all have their own secrets, they just think I don't know.
"You can correctly understand your situation, (the Internet), future development and my attitude, which shows that you are smarter than them. In many cases, sincerity is the most effective means."
Sincerely? Lumian said sincerely, "Boss, I have the clue of the main material, but I don't know where to find the auxiliary material.
"Can you keep an eye out for the fire salamander blood, magma pyroxene powder, and red-crowned impatiens?"
In Lumian's opinion, Gardner, who is suspected to be a Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 of the "Hunter" pathway, should find it easier for Martin to find the auxiliary materials for the "Arsonist" potion than Franka.
Maybe he still had some auxiliary materials left when he was promoted to "Arsonist"
According to Aurore's witchcraft notes, as long as the method is correct, the spiritual auxiliary materials can be preserved for a long time.
Gardner. Martin was a little stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Charles to make such a direct request.
His original plan was to say a few words of concern, understand their needs, and then offer to help in order to win their hearts.
After two seconds, Gardner Martin nodded slightly and said, "No problem."
Seeing that he did not ask about the quantity of the three auxiliary materials, Lumian became more and more convinced that this Savoy Party leader was a mid-sequencer of the "Hunter" path.
Gardner. Martin looked out the window and asked in a testing tone, "You watched outside the congressman's office for a while. Did you find anyone suspicious?"
“No.” Lumian shook his head. “They are just some people whose photos occasionally appear in the newspapers.”
Gardner. Martin smiled indifferently and said, "Indeed, there are the president and vice president of our Savoy Chamber of Commerce, Bono Goodville, the owner of the Goodville Chemical Factory, Clement, the manager of the Nova Mechanical Limb Company, and Etienne from the Saint-Gerres Phlogiston Factory... I was invited as a shareholder of the Lister Wharf, the owner of the Lister Freight Company and the Savoy Construction Company, not the boss of the Savoy Party."
At this point, Gardner Martin sighed softly, "But we can only barely squeeze into Trier's upper class society. In the business world, the real big shots are the chairmen and owners of banks such as Trier Bank, Suchit Bank, and Asset Credit Bank, and the shareholders of giants such as Suchit Textile Group, Tillis Coal and Steel Consortium, Anubi Steel Company, Southern Wine Merchants Association, Falga Weapons Group, and Balam-Pas Import and Export Company."
Lumian had seen these terms in newspapers and magazines, but the one that impressed him the most was the Balam-Pass Import and Export Company.
In order to protect its interests in West Balam and the Pas Valley in the southern continent, it was even allowed to maintain a large private army and a fleet, existing in the form of mercenaries.
Seeing that the vehicle was about to drive out of the market avenue, Gardner Martin signaled the driver to stop the carriage on the side of the road and nodded to Lumian: "Before taking the potion, you must confirm your own condition. It is better to postpone it for a while than to take risks."
After responding, Lumian left the carriage and headed towards White Coat Street.
He wanted to hide all the cash in the safe house. After walking for a distance, Lumian became a little hesitant: a safe house does not mean absolute safety, especially in places like the market area and the botanical garden where there are many lower-class people, thieves are quite rampant.
If they really encountered burglars, Aurore's witchcraft notes would be fine as they had little value in their eyes. At most, they would check to see if there were any hidden banknotes. But the more than 26,000 yuan in cash would definitely be taken away.
"Set a few traps in the safe house to prevent thieves?" Lumian's mind raced, and he suddenly came up with a better idea.
That was to give twenty-six thousand Felgin as an advance payment to Ms. Magician.
This way, there is no problem of large sums of cash being lost.
And that lady, who was of a high character, would not deny having received the advance payment.
Huh… After making up his mind, Lumian came to the safe house on White Coat Street, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a letter: “Dear Madam Magician: “I have raised 26,000 Fel Gold, which will be given to you as an advance payment. After I pay the balance of 4,000, you will give me the Arsonist Extraordinary Characteristics.
"Hope for a reply."
Lumian did not ask Ms. Magician to give the Arsonist the extraordinary characteristics now because he had not yet obtained the corresponding auxiliary materials, and the preservation of extraordinary characteristics was more troublesome and there was also the possibility of loss.
After summoning the puppet messenger and taking away the cloth bag filled with cash and coins with a letter attached, Lumian relaxed a lot, but he was a little worried that the messenger might be robbed in the spirit world.
Soon, the puppet messenger in a golden skirt brought a reply from the “magician” lady: “Twenty-six thousand Felkins have been received.
"magician."
It's just like a receipt... Lumian muttered and thanked the puppet messenger.
He then left White Coat Street and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
As usual, after opening the door with a half piece of wire, Lumian walked through the lobby where only the basement bar cast a little light, and went up the stairs.
When he reached the second floor, he pursed his lips.
Continue going up, we reach the third floor and come to room 310 where Flamand lived.
The wooden door of the room was not closed, but completely open, and the curtains were also not drawn, allowing the crimson moonlight to penetrate the glass and shine in.
This is an unwritten custom among the lower classes in Trier: the room where someone has died must have its doors and curtains open for three days. This seems to be because they are worried that the ghost of the deceased will not want to leave. Lumian stood at the door, looking at the empty room, as if he saw the madman holding his head and shouting "I am going to die" again.
After a while, he silently withdrew his gaze and walked towards the stairs.
He heard a conversation in room 302 where someone was trying to suppress the voice but failed to control it.
The room belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Ruhl and Michel, who were part-time scavengers and sellers of fake photos.
They obviously hadn't lit the kerosene lamp or the calcium carbide lamp, so there wasn't much light coming through the crack in the door.
As Lumian approached the stairs, he relied on his powerful hearing to listen to the conversation between the old couple: "Old woman, look at these, look at these, they are all very valuable! Those gentlemen and ladies just threw them away!"
"I think this bag will sell for 5 Felgin..."
"5 Felkin? At least 15!"
"Old man, it would be great if you could pick up such valuable trash every day."
"We have to elect a member of parliament every day."
"Praise the sun and let the councillor hold a banquet every day. Then, in just one year, we can go back to Olmire and buy 10 acres of land to plant grapevines."
"You are an old woman who is quite thoughtful."
"What's wrong with thinking about it? Haven't you thought about it? Even if there is no party, we have saved a lot of money. Saving for another four or five years should be enough."
"Yes, then we won't have to work as hard as we do now, and we won't have to worry about not being able to do the work..."
Lumian stopped listening, smiled silently, and walked down the stairs to room 207. He washed up and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, he was drowsy when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.
He had just turned over and sat up, looking towards the corridor when someone knocked on the door.
Lumian walked over half defensively and half doubtfully and opened the wooden door.
Outside the door was Mrs. Michelle, a short, white-haired woman wearing a yellowish cloth skirt.
She said with a look of fear and panic, "Ruhl is suddenly ill. Charles, Mr. Charles, can you help me carry him to the clinic on White Coat Street
"I, I have money to pay for his medical treatment."
Mr. Rule is ill? He was fine before I went to bed... Lumian was stunned.