Lumian, who was confused, didn't think much about it. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his right arm, and scratched it with "Corrupted Mercury".
After a brief numbness, he felt the pain he had experienced many times, but he did not frown. He watched the blood overflow and stain the silver-black tip of the knife red.
Almost at the same time, a long illusory river of mercury composed of countless complex symbols appeared in front of Lumian's eyes, and the droplets of fate stored in the evil dagger seeped out from the tip of the blade and flowed into the shallow wound.
Lumian concentrated his mind and tried his best to figure out the fate he wanted to exchange.
He "saw" himself receiving treatment, "saw" himself falling asleep after venting his emotions, and "saw" himself about to go find Osta Trull.
These scenes flashed through Lumian's mind, as if he had really witnessed them with his own eyes.
Before long, he found himself walking outside the catacombs and meeting the ghost of Montsouris in the destiny of recent days.
He quickly picked up the tip of the "Fallen Mercury" and let it stab at the complex symbols that seemed to be formed by the self-entanglement of small rivers of mercury.
That fate was quite heavy, and Lumian was unable to change it the first time.
Seeing the illusory river gradually disappearing and the picture in his mind becoming more and more blurred, he quickly poured most of his spirituality into the blade of "Fallen Mercury".
Finally, with his second prying, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsouris" broke away from the illusory river of mercury and shrank into tiny droplets, like mercury beads after a thermometer was broken.
The illusory drop of water quickly merged into the silver-black dagger.
Only then did Lumian breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he had gotten rid of the ghost of Montsouris and that the "Corrupted Mercury" could now be called the "Cursed Blade" again.
He had just treated the wound when he suddenly had a strange intuition.
Following this intuition, Lumian once again walked out of the Golden Rooster Inn, passing between the drunkards who were sometimes roaring and sometimes crying and the two groups of people who were fighting fiercely, all the way back to Nightingale Street, and stopped outside the alley where Maggot was fought.
He frowned, went in carefully, and climbed over the barricade.
The next second, Lumian's gaze naturally fell on the shadow in the corner.
Something lay quietly in that place ruled by darkness.
Lumian realized something and quickly walked over, squatted down, and picked up the object with his gloved left hand. It was a bulging brown leather wallet.
"What Maggot dropped? The money his men looted and handed over to him?" Lumian roughly understood how the exchanged fate was achieved.
Although he didn't remember whether Maggot dropped his wallet during the fierce fight with him, whether it was lost at that time or "replaced" later, it did not affect Lumian's acquisition of the money.
He pulled out the thick stack of banknotes and emptied out the gold, silver and copper coins in his coin purse. Then, he threw down his wallet and left the alley.
After returning to Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian lit the calcium carbide lamp and carefully counted the spoils.
He collected 1265 Felkins and 15 Copes in total, most of which were 10 Felkins and less than 10 Felkins notes, only one 200 Felkins, one 100 Felkins and two 50 Felkins notes, and a few gold Louis. Staring at the money for a few seconds, Lumian said with emotion: "Accepting 10 donations from kind people is not as good as killing a gang leader." Of course, all this money did not belong to Maggot, he just managed it on behalf of the Sting Gang.
Lumian then pulled out a stack of small bills worth a total of 200 Fel Gold, took them out of Room 207, and walked up the stairs one level at a time.
In less than a minute, he reached the 4th floor and stood in front of Room 8.
He remembered that Maggot had gone to the Golden Rooster Inn in the evening to take most of the money that an illegal prostitute named Yin Sansi had earned.
At that time, it should have been one of Maggot's men who was in charge, but afterwards, the money must have been handed over to Maggot.
Lumian didn't knock on the door. He bent down and stuffed the stack of bills through the crack of the door one by one.
He quickly straightened his back, turned and headed for the stairs, disappearing into the dark corridor.
Lumian slept until six o'clock and heard the church bells ringing.
He slept very soundly last night, and even felt that the "Provocateur" potion had been digested a little bit.
"I'm going to see Osta Trull in the morning to see if Mr. K has responded, and by the way, I'm going to buy some better clothes and cosmetics in the observatory area. In the afternoon, I'm going to check out the cheap clothing stores in the Honest Man Market..." Lumian didn't rush to get up. He lay there quietly, thinking about today's arrangements.
After getting rid of the threat of Montsouris' ghost, he puts disguising himself again on the agenda.
After staying in bed for a while, he slowly went out, cleaned himself up in the bathroom, then went downstairs and bought half a liter of apple sour wine and a bread with pork sausage from the vendors.
After filling his stomach, he went to the nearest church square, found an empty corner, and practiced the fighting skills taught by Auror.
It was not until 9:30 in the morning that Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, intending to rest for an hour before looking for Aosta Trull.
As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he saw three cleaning maids cleaning various dirty places under the command of Mrs. Firth.
The hotel owner hires someone to clean the house every Monday. Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the stairs.
At this time, there were the sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs.
In less than ten seconds, Charlie, wearing a linen shirt, dark trousers, and untied leather shoes, appeared in Lumian's sight. "You didn't go to the hotel?" Lumian asked with a little confusion.
"Don't you know? I'm taking a day off today.
"We can take one day off a week and we can choose which day it is."
Lumian laughed. "Will this day of rest result in a reduction in the monthly salary that Mrs. Alice gives you?"
Charlie smiled slightly awkwardly: “She also has her own social engagements.”
While the two were chatting, a foul smell wafted in from the door, and a short, ragged, gray-haired couple, Ruhl and Michel, walked into the hotel.
"Didn't you go to the steam train station?" Charlie greeted enthusiastically.
Ruhl first approached them, then kept a distance from them somewhat cautiously.
"The market area is a bit chaotic today, so we plan to take a day off."
"What's wrong?" Lumian asked "curiously".
Ruhl lowered his voice unconsciously: "Maggert from the Sting Gang is dead. Many gang members are looking for him. People from other gangs may clash with them at any time. Many police officers have also come."
"Maggert is dead?" Charlie blurted out in astonishment.
He felt that this guy deserved to die yesterday, and he died today
Ruhl nodded solemnly: "Alas, I can't go out and make money today."
His wife, Mrs. Michelle, comforted him: "If you don't go out, you don't have to eat lunch, and you can save some money."
Without waiting for Lumian to ask about the specific situation outside, Charlie came to his senses, turned around and ran upstairs.
Lumian's eyes turned slightly and he followed.
Charlie climbed up to the fourth floor quickly and ran to Room 8.
He took a breath and banged on the wooden door.
"Who?" A slightly hoarse female voice came from inside.
Charlie called out his name.
The first time Lumian saw this woman named Yin Sansi, her long flaxen hair fell casually on her shoulders, her eyes of the same color were a little alert, and there was a hint of nervousness on her face.
She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her appearance was not outstanding, only pretty. However, her face and clothes were neatly dressed, and her red dress revealed a large area of white skin on her chest.
Charlie said to Yin Sansi excitedly: "Do you know? Maggot is dead!
"He's really dead!"
"Yin Sangsi was stunned for a moment.
After a few seconds, her slightly hoarse voice became sharp, "Is the demon really dead?"
"Really." Charlie nodded without hesitation, "You can finally get rid of that demon! You can finally live like a normal person!"
Yin Sansi looked around blankly, only seeing Lumian's emotionless eyes and Charlie's excited expression. "Dead, he's dead?" Yin Sansi kept whispering, thinking of the money that strangely appeared in her room. She began to believe that Maggot was really dead, and her sight quickly blurred.
Her tears fell drop by drop, and she couldn't help but squat down and buried her face in her arms.
Sobbing sounds followed, becoming louder and louder.
Just then, footsteps were heard at the stairs.
Lumian looked to the side and saw a young man wearing a white shirt and a black jacket coming up. Behind him were three of Maggot's thugs.
He said, "I am Wilson from the Sting Gang. From today on, I will take care of you in place of Maggot."
Charlie's excited expression froze on his face.
Yin Sangsi's crying stopped abruptly.
She slowly raised her tear-stained face and saw Wilson's smile and the shadow cast by his body. A shadow so thick that it could not be dissolved.
Lumian watched quietly, raising his head slightly.
On the way to the first floor, Charlie, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask, "Is the suffering of the poor really endless?"
"I really like what Aurore Lee wrote," Lumian replied expressionlessly, "Sometimes, it's not us who are wrong, but the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, three people came up from the first floor.
They were all policemen wearing black uniforms, black vests, white shirts, and strapless leather boots.
The 1.85-meter-tall police officer in the lead glanced at Charlie and Lumian and suddenly stopped. He reached out and pressed the gun on his waist, and asked in a deep voice, "Charlie. Corrente?"
Charlie was stunned for a moment: "It's me, officer, what's going on?"
The officer winked at his companions and produced steel handcuffs.
As his two companions surrounded him, he said to Charlie with a serious expression, "You are suspected of a murder case. We are going to arrest you."
"Murder?" Charlie was shocked, frightened and confused.
Lumian also raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Mrs. Alice is dead!"