A doctor? Lumian thought of the two bottles of healing potions he had obtained from the Sting Gang.
Their therapeutic effect is indeed quite good. Lumian leaned back in his chair, looked into Lugano Toscano's eyes, and did not speak for a long time.
Seeing this, Lugano Toscano gradually felt uneasy and his body became tense.
Finally, Lumian smiled and said, "The Mill Dance Hall is not my property. I am just managing it for the boss. I don't know if you have the ability to manage it well, but I can give you a chance."
Lugano Toscano suddenly relaxed and said with a smile, "Boss, I won't let you down."
Lumian raised his voice, called Louis over, and said to him: "From now on, you will be Lugano Toscano's deputy and manage the Mill Dance Hall with him."
Is there such a good thing? But why should we reuse the bounty hunter who just joined our Savoy Party
Before Louis could respond, Lumian looked at Lugano Toscano and said, "I will give you two months. During these two months, you and your friends, the protectors of the Mill Dance Hall, can take a portion of the profits it earns. You can discuss the specific distribution with the manager of the dance hall."
Lumian deliberately did not explain the distribution plan of the dance hall's profits, especially the details of how much should be given to him, wanting to see what Lugano Toscano would do
"Thank you, boss." Lugano Toscano did not hide his joy.
He almost blurted out: "When I become competent, the doctor will be able to cure you no matter what disease or injury you have."
But then he thought that this seemed to be a curse for the lion Charles to get sick and injured, so he quickly shut his mouth.
As Lugano Toscano left the cafe on the second floor to discuss the matter of the Mill Ballroom, the smile on Lumian's face gradually disappeared.
Lugano Toscano was so flattering, so fawning, and so enthusiastic that he intuitively thought that the other party might have an agenda, just like when he sold the fake diamond necklace to Baron Brinell.
However, he used the method of showing his own strength and madness, with the main point of making Baron Brinell see the value of using him.
Lugano Tosca was more of a flatterer and ingratiator, and of course, he inevitably demonstrated his own usefulness.
Therefore, Lumian decided to hand over the Mill Ballroom to the other party for two months.
If this bounty hunter does have other intentions, keeping him under surveillance will help us more effectively detect his abnormalities and take timely action.
And if there was nothing wrong with him, it would be a good deal to exchange part of the profits from the Mill Ballroom for a doctor.
Anyway, Lumian didn't have to pay for it himself. The Mill Ballroom was the property of the Savoy Party. At most, he would lose some dividends, which could be compensated by Lugano Tosca's effective improvement of the chaotic situation of the Mill Ballroom.
After sitting for a while, Lumian left the Breeze Ballroom, returned to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and closed the curtains.
He sat down in front of the wooden table and began to write: Dear Ms. Magician, I have participated in the initiation ceremony and officially become a member of the Iron Cross. The specific process of the ceremony is...
I am very confused. Among the members of the Iron Cross under Gardner Martin, there are Extraordinary people who are obviously not from the Hunter Path. How did they pass the night watch
Are they part of the assassin's family? Or has Gardner Martin proven from other perspectives that they are trustworthy and do not need to be contaminated
Lumian wanted to say, "Did they enter 13 Market Avenue at a special time and do something specific?"
But he also felt that at that time, the official Beyonders would definitely be watching and it would be unlikely for anyone to get close to No. 13 Market Avenue.
After folding the letter neatly, Lumian set up the altar and summoned the puppet messenger.
He asked cautiously, "Is there anyone secretly monitoring me now?"
"No." The Doll Messenger shook his head slowly.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief silently and put two things on his schedule for the near future: reporting to Mr. K and going to the Church of Fools at Lavinia Pier to listen to sermons.
He only waited for about fifteen minutes before Ms. Magician replied: I once heard from Mr. Fool's messenger that a friend of his was originally a member of the Iron Cross, but couldn't stand that group of people, so he chose to leave the organization and fled to the sea.
I couldn't understand it before, but now I can understand that feeling. You are really wronged.
It’s not that I feel wronged. It’s quite interesting to watch those guys perform.
Lumian didn't see anything wrong with observing the diversity of human beings.
What he cared about more was another point: when Ms. Magician mentioned Mr. Fool's messenger, she did not use "one of" or "one of them" to modify it.
Lumian suspected that Mr. Fool had only one messenger. Of course, the holders of the Major Arcana cards who participated in the meeting before God were not considered messengers.
As his thoughts turned, Lumian lowered his gaze and read the last part of the short reply: It could be an assassin, or there could be other ways of contamination. Remember to remind the Second of the Holy Grail that if she accepts the test and joins the vigil, in addition to always remembering not to respond, it would be best to also bring the ancient mirror that can enter the underground mirror world.
The pollution encountered by the witch and the pollution encountered by the hunter may appear in different forms, and the mirror may be able to help her.
That mirror, Lumian thought as he let the letter quickly be engulfed by the red flames.
He was just about to wash up and rest when he suddenly felt something and looked towards the door.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Lumian asked.
"Guess who I am?" A deliberate, throat-clenched voice came from outside the door.
Lumian, who was sitting on the chair, looked up helplessly and saw that there were no bedbugs on the ceiling. "Come in."
As he expected, it was Franca who knocked on the door, followed by Janna. They were dressed in assassin costumes with different temperaments. Are they here to fight evil with me? Lumian joked.
Franca replied disdainfully: "I don't play pie with people like you who can't afford to lose, as someone who has been cheated by playing cards and drunk many times."
Lumian played Battle of Evil twice with Janna and Franca these past few days, and he hardly ever lost. Not only that, he also mocked them for their poor card skills, which made Franca so angry that she suspected he was cheating.
These days, he has been working hard with his dancers to practice their card skills.
"We're here to borrow some occult magazines from you," Franka added as she walked into the small room.
Lumian scoffed at this: "You can't fool anyone like this. Why do you have to come here so late at night to borrow the occult magazine? Can't you wait until tomorrow?"
"I don't think Janna is the type to stay up late to study. Tell me, what's the matter?"
Both ladies gnashed their teeth at the same time.
When Franca closed the door, Janna glanced around and asked cautiously, "The soundproofing here doesn't seem to be very good. Will the people in quarantine hear what we are talking about?"
Lumian smiled. "Not bad, you've made progress. You know to worry about whether someone is eavesdropping on you. Unlike before, you didn't pay any attention and dared to say anything."
Franka's suspicious gaze moved from Janna to Lumian, and then from Lumian to Janna.
"Fuck, we didn't talk about anything important at that time." Janna tried to defend herself.
"Why don't you talk about Charlie? As soon as he comes in, he starts talking about things that shouldn't be known by others."
Charlie? Franka's brows relaxed.
"That's because I was very sure that the people in the surrounding rooms were either sleeping or out, so I didn't stop him."
Lumian stood up, drew out his ritual silver, and let spirituality burst out from the tip of the knife, forming a spiritual wall that surrounded the entire room.
The singing, noise and various movements in the Golden Rooster Hotel suddenly became distant and inaudible.
When Jane saw this scene and felt the changes before and after, she found it very magical.
Franca curled her lips quietly and said to Janna: "This is a method of creating a spiritual wall in ritual magic. It is a basic application. You will learn it when you become a witch."
At this point, she couldn't help but imagine what the witch version of Janna would look like.
The two ladies sat side by side at Lumian's bed and talked about Deep Valley Abbey and the disappearance of the gatekeeper, focusing on the gains from tonight's exploration of the Deep Valley Quarry.
"What do you think is hidden in there? What should we do?" Franca threw the bottle of drugs back to Lumian.
Lumian looked at his companion who was not wearing red boots and asked with a smile, "Don't you have the answer?"
With Franka's experience and knowledge, she must have thought about the subsequent processing procedures.
Franca smiled awkwardly and said, "My opinion?"
Lumian joked, "This is a chance to earn 20,000 Felkin. Hurry up and take the chance in the Deep Valley Quarry before that strange monk goes back."
Janena's eyes turned slightly, and she confirmed with some understanding that what you meant was that it was too dangerous and it was best not to investigate further
After listening to Lumian's taunts so many times, she could already tell which ones were sarcasm, which ones were blows, and which ones were pranks.
"Yes." Franka took over the topic. "Now thinking back to what the client said, I suspect that something went wrong inside the Deep Valley Monastery. Someone wants to cover up some secrets or expose some secrets. Being involved in the internal conflicts of a True God Church is a very dangerous thing for any Beyonder."
Internal conflict? Janna was slightly surprised.
Lumian laughed and said, "A janitor is missing, so he is missing. The client is obviously not his relative or friend, so why spend 20,000 Felgin to find him? And they also said that even if the janitor has turned into a corpse, the body must be carried to Deep Valley Abbey. Aren't they doing this for show?"
Janna was almost convinced, but she still had a lot of doubts. However, those hands and feet in the secret cave of the quarry were very evil and bloody, and did not seem like they were made by the Orthodox Church.
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