"You're so funny, so funny!"

A drunken Charlie hooked Lumien's shoulders and walked out of the tiled bar.

There were also nearly twenty people singing, gambling, yelling, and venting their inner emotions to the fullest.

Only then do they seem to be not poor ghosts with meager salaries, but their own masters.

"I thought you'd play Bilibi with them." Lumien put his hand on Charlie's back and smiled as he walked to the stairs leading upstairs.

Bilibi is a popular gambling game in Trier, and Lumien is just learning about it.

Unlike Trier's favourite "Fight the Evil", Billy only needs a piece of paper to play - depending on the number of people, the host draws a different number of squares on the paper, ranging from 9 to 64, and each box is numbered and the participants pick a bet themselves.

Finally, the host determines a lucky number by drawing, tossing coins, throwing dice, etc., and the person who buys takes all the bets.

If no one buys it, all the money goes to the host.

The people who come to the Golden Rooster Inn's speakeasy are either residents or poor people in the neighborhood who play gambling games mainly with alcohol rather than money, for example, the winner of each round of Bilibi is only given a glass of wine that everyone pooled their money for. Charlie gave a long hiccup: "I haven't gotten my salary for the week, so I can't be too indulgent!" ”

He then said to Lumien in an excited tone, "You know what? I'm now working as a trainee waiter at the White Swan Hotel, the one in the hot spring area of New Street.

"When I get rich, I'm going to open my own hotel, no, when the time comes, I'll ask you to be the waiter foreman, that damn guy, you don't have to do anything, just walk around in tuxedos, find fault with us, and get 150 Filgin a month's salary!"

A trainee waiter earns a little more than a coolie...... Lumien smelled of wine, but there was no alcohol in his eyes, and he nodded imperceptibly.

At that time, Lumian did not have a clear idea of this, and he did not know whether it was more or less, after all, when he was wandering, he only cared about how much food he could get every day, whether there were any good Samaritans to give a few ricks, and the income of the villagers of Kordu Village was mainly in kind, which made him only understand the price of specific commodities and the gold content of different banknotes, and lacked a clear understanding of the overall situation.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that Aurel's income is very high, so he hardly has to worry about the situation at home.

As far as Lumien knows, after Aurel became famous, with the increase in the number of books published and signed columns, his annual income has increased considerably, and last year's total remuneration seemed to be close to 130,000 Filkin.

However, Aurel earns and spends more, spells, materials, and occult knowledge are the bulk of her expenses, and she may also be helping some of the members of the Curly Baboon Society to do so for a long time, donating to government or church-run charities.

But what puzzled Lumian was that when he said goodbye to the village of Cordu, he didn't find a deposit slip at home. He knew very well that Aurel had always had a habit of saving, and spending a lot of money was provided that she had already saved a lot of money in places such as Suhit Bank.

In this regard, Lumien temporarily suspected that he and his sister were chosen as sacrifices or containers, and during this period of loss of personal freedom, they were killed by the parish priest Guillaume. Bene's gang took it.

As soon as he walked up to the second floor with Charlie shoulder to shoulder, Lumian heard a terrible wail: "You bastard! ”

Bang!

As one door slammed shut, the wails were choked back, leaving only the aftermath echoing through the hallway.

A figure dressed neatly in a black tuxedo walked from the end of the aisle towards the staircase.

This is also a young man, probably about the same age as Charlie, his brown-yellow hair combed into three or seven points, dark brown eyes without any emotion, and slightly thin lips tightly pursed.

He looks pretty good, holding a black top hat in his hand, as if he is attending a salon in high society, which is out of place in the environment of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

The man was accompanied by a woman's cry, full of pain and despair.

Seeing the man's back disappear into the stairs leading to the ground floor, Charlie, with a ruddy face, pursed his mouth: "What a bastard!" ”

"You know him?" Lumian still cares about his neighbors, after all, he may live here for a while, and the more he understands the environment, the safer it is.

"His name is Laurent, son of Mrs. Lacazan in room 201.

"Hehe, he thinks he's very talented......"

They were insulting each other.

"A couple who eloped on the 3rd floor, and the money was almost spent like this every day." Charlie sighed and said, "Friend, you have to get used to it, this is the market area, it's a chaotic street, it's the 'Golden Rooster Hotel', there are people who are seriously ill, bankrupt guys, vendors who cheat tourists to buy things, outsiders who just go downstairs to drink and never go out of the hotel, street girls who don't have much money, crazy people who occasionally sober up when they have a problem with their heads, stonemasons who have lost their jobs, soldiers who have retired from the army, old men who pretend to be poor, and criminals who are wanted......

"They have to thank Mr. Eve for being a good man and forgiving in everything except that he can't default on his rent."

Charlie suddenly laughed and said, "Yes, a kind miser, he even offered free sulfur to everyone!"

"Hiccup, I haven't seen Mr. Eve for a few days, and I'm really worried that in order to save money, he won't go to the city wall street, and he won't go to the place where the red princess is different, so he will find a random woman in the street and get seriously ill......"

Charlie waved his hand: "Charles, hiccup, I'm going to go to bed, I'll have to go out at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I must arrive at the hotel at seven o'clock."

"Hiccup, if you can't find a job, you can tell me, I will introduce you to our hotel as a handyman, you can also get 50 filkin every month, and even 75 after a long time, and there is free food at every meal, and a liter of wine will be provided at night!"

"Okay." Lumian smiled as Charlie walked upstairs.

At the same time, he muttered to himself silently, "Simple provocation doesn't help much in the digestion of potions......

He assembled the "fool's instrument" in the bar in order to provoke everyone there, and it turned out to be successful, but it did not lead to further digestion of the potion.

Previously, during the journey from Dalezh to Trier, Lumian was often provocative, occasionally feeling that the potion was being digested, but most of the time it was not fruitful.

If he couldn't find a more correct way to play it, he suspected that it would take at least a year for him to digest the "provocateur" potion.

On the way back to room 207, Lumian hears a violent cough coming from upstairs, hears the woman calling her lover a "slacker" and a "trash", and hears gunshots outside and a crowd of people chasing after her.

This is the "Golden Rooster Hotel", this is the chaotic street.

Pulling out the brass-colored key, Lumian pushed open the door and walked back inside.

The bugs seemed to have some kind of strange perception and didn't come back here.

Lumian sniffed at the sulfur and looked up to find a letter lying quietly on the wooden table by the window.

He took a few steps closer and picked up the folded paper.

A reply from Ms. "Magician"?

Lumian grunted as he unfolded the letter and began to read it in the crimson moonlight shining through the window: "I'm glad you made it to Trier, which proves that you have mastered the first techniques of evading capture and regained the experience of walking on the dark side of society." "This Sunday afternoon at half past three in the afternoon, at the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden, Booth D, one of the psychologists will be giving you treatment.

"In the past few days, your mission is to go to the vicinity of the catacombs in the observatory area and find a man named Aosta. The people of Trull, who often pretended to be a wizard there, defrauded tourists and citizens of their money.

"Whatever way you go, get Aosta. Trull's trust, and when the time is right, show that you are also extraordinary. ”

The Botanical Garden and the Observatory area are both on the west side of the Candid Market area, next to each other, with the former to the south and the latter to the north, with the Serenzo River on its pillows.

Lumian read the reply from the "magician" lady repeatedly, memorized the place, time and name, and then struck a match and burned the paper full of the word Intis.

After doing all this, he went to the nearest bathroom to clean his body briefly, then pulled out the "depraved mercury" wrapped in black cloth, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

The bedbug-strewn ceiling caught his eye, and the sounds of coughing, crying, and arguing echoed silently throughout the room.

It didn't take long for the eloping couple to tell everyone that they had reconciled with intense exercise and undisguised gasps.

Outside, in the streets, a few gruff voices sang obscene songs, punctuated by gunshots, followed by the sound of cursing, the clatter of sticks, and the movement of sharp objects into flesh.

Compared to the village of Cordu, the nights here are very noisy.

PS: The second more asks for a monthly pass, and the more is at 0.5 p.m.