Anthony Reid looked at Lumian and said calmly, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"I've heard Pavard say you're a trustworthy intelligence monger." Lumian directly stated who had let him come, and did not waste time testing each other.

Anthony with chubby cheeks. Red looked clear and gestured to the chair in the center of the room, "What information do you want, or what information do you want to entrust me with?" ”

Facing Anthony, who looks honest and reliable. Rhett, Lumian was always a little uneasy, he sat down in his chair and said succinctly, "I want to find two people. ”

"Name, looks, features." Anthony. Red glanced at Lumien's left waist.

Lumien recalled: "One was called Guillaume. Bennet, who was once the parish priest of the Church of the Eternal Sun, was a priest named Pualis. Morality. Rockfort, a little over a month ago, she and her husband Beoster, housekeeper Louis. Lund and the maid Cassie come to Trier together.

"I don't have pictures of them, I can only tell you, Guillaume. Bennet has short black hair, blue eyes, is serious, has strong desires, and is characterized by a hooked nose, Pualis has very long, brown hair, a pair of bright brown eyes, eyebrows are relatively sparse and sparse, and a clean but seductive temperament ......"

Anthony Rhett listened quietly, stood up, walked to the wooden table at the window, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of white paper and a sharpened pencil.

He sketched and completed two portraits in a short time.

"You don't look like it." Anthony Ryder handed the two sketches to Lumien.

Lumian took a look and found that both the parish priest and Madame Pualis were vivid and lifelike, except for the lack of color, and there was not much difference from the photograph.

"It's like.

"With just my simple description, you've been restored to this extent?" He also thought that Anthony. Rhett would draw multiple drafts for himself to pick and choose from, and then further revise and refine them.

Anthony. Red smiled rarely: "I'm restoring the photo on the official wanted notice."

"Officials are looking for them, too."

No wonder...... It dawned on Lumien.

Priest Guillaume. Bene and Madame Poalis are both cultists of evil gods who have received "gifts", and after Lai En and others report it, they will inevitably attract corresponding attention!

Thinking of this, his uneasiness instantly increased.

"I'm definitely wanted too...... Anthony. Has Rhett ever seen my portrait? Did he recognize me? Lumian's heart hung in the air, and he pretended to be calm and asked the intelligence dealer in front of him: "I'm not surprised by this, I want to know how much their bounty is?" ”

"Guillaume. Bene's 20,000 Filkins and 500 Filkins for each clue provided, as did Pualis. ”

Anthony. Red's tone was very steady.

Lumian smiled, "If you can find useful information, you can get a double bounty." ”

What he means is that you can get one official there, and you can get another one here.

Anthony nodded: "I accept your commission, 500 Filkin, 100 in advance."

"It's my rule, you can not accept it, and go find another intelligence dealer or bounty hunter."

"No problem."

He was about to pay for it when suddenly there was a banging gunfire outside the window.

Anthony. Rhett shuddered as if he had encountered a predator, shrunk his body, and swooped under the wooden table.

Lumian was a little stunned, would this reaction be too exaggerated, isn't this the daily state of the chaotic streets?

There are gunshots, brawls and mass clashes here from time to time, and the people who live here should have been used to it, and the only thing they need to do is to stay away from the windows so as not to be shot indiscriminately.

Soon, the cacophony initially subsided.

Anthony. Red slowed for a few seconds and crawled out from under the wooden table.

"I'm sorry, but in that war a few years ago, I suffered from the after-effects of battlefield trauma and had to retire and go back to Trier."

So why do you want to live in a chaotic street where gunshots are constantly ringing out? Lumian didn't ask him about Anthony. Rhett's psychological problems are of no interest.

He took out a 50 Felkin note and slid his finger lightly over the bust of Levanx and the commercial street and the merchants coming and going in the silhouette.

Feeling the residual texture, Lumian handed Anthony the gray-blue banknote, along with two gold louis and two gold 5 fairs engraved with sunbirds. Red.

His wallet suddenly lightened by a third, and he couldn't help but feel like he was spending money.

Looked at the honest man market picture behind the banknotes, Anthony. Red flexed his fingers, flicked the surface, and checked the authenticity in the sunlight.

After confirming that it was correct, he put away the money and asked Lumian, "Do you come to me at a fixed time to see if there is any information, or do you give me the address, and I will throw the corresponding information into your room when I have a harvest?" ”

"I live in 207." Lumian knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he was staying in the "Golden Rooster Hotel". Rhett, so I reported the room number directly.

Out of room 305, his expression gradually became solemn, and he said to himself: "I have to pay more attention in the next few days to prevent Anthony." Red betrayed me......

"Do I have to find a chance to show my strength in front of him and convince him that I have revenge?"

Lumian pondered as he walked to the top of the stairs.

Suddenly, he heard someone laughing and crying and shouting, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" ”

Lumian followed the prestige and saw a man squatting in the doorway of room 310.

The man wore a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, and his black hair was up to his shoulders, draped in a mess.

At this time, he was holding his head with both hands, looking at the ground, and constantly muttering to himself: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" ”

The voice was sometimes high and low, sometimes frightened and sometimes mad.

That occasional sober lunatic that Charlie was talking about?

Lumien looked at it for a few seconds, leaned closer, and asked curiously, "Why do you think you're dying and terminally ill?" The man didn't raise his head, but continued to shout: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" ”

Lumian smiled, stepped over him, and walked into room 310, where the wooden door was open.

The layout of this room is the same as the 207 he lives in, and it is fairly clean, except for the occasional appearance of bed bugs that can't be driven away.

As Lumien's gaze swept over the kerosene lamp, the big-headed books, the pens, the suitcase, and so on, the madman stood up and said dumbfounded, "This is my territory." ”

"I know." Lumian replied with a smile, "But aren't you dying?" I see that you have no children or relatives, so it is better to use your inheritance to help our poor neighbors. ”

He noticed that the madman was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his black beard had not been shaved for an unknown amount of time, and it was so dense that his blue eyes seemed to be hidden in the depths of the jungle.

The madman was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his hair, and cried out in great pain: "They're all dead, they're all dead!"

"I saw the ghosts of Montsouris, they are all dead, and I am dying!"

The ghost of Montsouri? Lumian finally heard something different from the madman's mouth.

He deliberately provoked and stimulated the other party just now, just to see if he could get a different reaction.

The good feedback gave him the feeling that the potion was suddenly showing signs of digestion.

One of the rules of the "provocateur" is that provocation is only a means, not an end? Lumian looked thoughtfully at the madman and said, "Why can the ghosts of Montsouris make them die, so that you are about to die?" ”

The madman lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Whoever sees the ghost of Montsourie will die, and his family will die, and within a year!" ”

Is it a lunatic hallucination, or is there such a thing? If so, is it a curse?

Lumian asked tentatively, "Where did you meet the ghost of Montsouris?" ”

"Underground, underground! It's right underground in the market area! The madman crouched down again, his back against the wall, his hands around his body, and shivering.

The underworld corresponding to the market area? Don't you report it to two churches and ask them to send someone to clean up the unclean stuff? Lumian muttered silently.

Seeing that the madman was back in a state of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", he gave up the question, walked out of room 310, and went down the stairs.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and Lumian decides to take a look around the Botanical Garden's Mason Café at noon to get an overview of the area, and in the afternoon to go to the vicinity of the Catacommeter to see if Aosta has received a "reply" from the convener of the party.

There are many obstacles made of stones, wood, branches, and all kinds of garbage in the alleys around the chaotic streets, and even on the main road, you can encounter one from time to time, but there is a road in the middle that can be used by two horse-drawn carriages.

They are called barricades, which can be seen in many districts, and there are many traces of smoke and fire, and some of them still have blackened blood, which is unique to Trier, and the arcade pedestrian street is at opposite ends of the scale.

Lumian stepped through the low edge of a barricade and out into the dark alley.

He then walked towards the stop sign for the horse-drawn carriage, hoping to take this means of transport to the Botanical Garden.

On the way, Lumien saw a number of homeless people lying in the corner of the wall basking in the sun and catching lice, each of them dirty, emaciated and listless.

It reminded him of his former wandering life.

Unlike the Kingdom of Rune, which prohibits homeless people from sleeping on the streets and in parks, the Republic of Intis does not make any rules for homeless people, except that they are not allowed to enter paid places and private places, which they often mock for not caring for them.

In the midst of his thoughts, Lumien's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He felt like someone was following him!