Lumian quickly skimmed through Ms. "Magician's" reply and distilled the main points to remember. Obviously, the first and third ways to solve the problem of the ghost of Montsourie are just the other party's joke, and the only one that is really useful is the second one, which is to rely on the "depraved mercury" to exchange the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsourie".

Frankly speaking, Lumian really didn't expect to stab himself with "fallen mercury" before, and took the initiative to change his fate, until he was attacked by the ghost of Montsouris and pushed to the edge of the cliff of death, and he grasped the only life from the various thoughts.

Due to the lack of time to be selective, Lumian simply exchanged the fate of "being attacked by the ghost of Montsourie" instead of "encountering the ghost of Montsourie", which means that he did not completely escape the shadow of death, but only escaped the first danger.

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Of course, when choosing the fate that needs to be exchanged before, even if he is given enough space to discern and think, Lumian should choose "being attacked by the ghost of Montsouri" instead of "meeting the ghost of Montsouri", because the attack has really happened, whether it will stop with the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsouri", he has no certainty, he can only use the most certain plan to protect himself first.

"Well, I have to find someone as soon as possible, exchange the fate of 'being attacked by the ghost of Montsouri' stored in the 'Fallen Mercury' for a certain good fate of him, and then, be fully prepared, when he is in a good state, stab himself to complete the exchange of that good fate and the ghost of Montsouri', and seal the latter into the 'Fallen Mercury'......" Lumian combined his own experience with the reminder of the "magician" lady, and quickly had an idea of how to solve the current difficulties. When the time comes, the "Fallen Mercury" can also be called the "Cursed Blade", and those who are stabbed by it will bear the fate of "the death of the whole family, including himself".

The downside is that it takes some time for the effect to ferment.

Lumian pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" stuck in his waist and looked at its blade, which was wrapped in layers of black cloth, and felt more clearly than ever the usefulness of this extraordinary weapon.

He seriously considered the possibility of finding a professional to repair the "depraved mercury", otherwise this magical short knife would be used until the end of the year at most.

And the extraordinary gathering convened by Mr. K may provide a resource for this.

"My guess was correct, Ms. 'Magician' put me in contact with Aosta. Trull's purpose was to use him to attend Mr. K's party and join the secret organization behind Mr. K...... "Lumian put on a wide-brimmed round hat and a black shirt in a more formal style, walked out of room 207, and went down the stairs.

As a "hunter", he is about to start looking for prey.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumien saw Charlie sitting on the three steps leading to the street, his face pale, his eyes melancholy looking at the sky, and a lit white cigarette in his right hand.

"What's wrong?" Lumian walked over and sat down beside Charlie rather casually.

"I feel like I've lost my soul, it's fallen."

Dressed in a white shirt and red vest, and a black suit in the crook of his left arm, he seemed to put the hotel uniform back on.

Lumian laughed and asked straight to the core

"Did you do that kind of thing with that old lady?"

Charlie turned his head sideways, looked at Lumian, and emphasized:

"Please call her Mrs., she's only in her fifties."

He then took another puff on his cigarette and exhaled the fog ring

"You know what? She gave me a diamond necklace, worth at least 1,500 Feldin, and I couldn't resist, she was so shiny, so seductive, and it went straight into my heart. ”

"It." Lumian corrected a word.

Charlie sneered:

As he spoke, Charlie's voice became muffled, and his eyes once again revealed a melancholy color.

Just when Lumien thought he was about to lament that he had lost his soul again, Charlie let out a long sigh:

"Why can she only live for half a year......

Charlie's eyelids jumped and said:

"Usually it's time to be in moderation, Mrs. Alice is really too enthusiastic, I was so tired last night that I didn't even have that beautiful dream."

Lumian turned to laugh and said:

"You even told me directly that you got a diamond necklace worth 1,500 Feldin, and in the streets, this is a wealth that can make many people lose their minds, aren't you worried that I will snatch it away?"

Charlie smiled:

"I've got to find someone to share with, or I'll be miserable.

Lumian smiled:

"Is there a possibility that I deliberately pretended that I was not short of money to lure people like you to let their guard down?"

Charlie's expression froze instantly, and his fingers were almost burned by the cigarette that was about to burn out. Lumian didn't continue the topic, and asked casually:

"Do you have anyone you particularly hate, the kind that you think he deserves to die?"

Charlie extinguished the cigarette butt on the stone steps and asked suspiciously, "What are you asking for?" ”

He was going to put the extinguished cigarette butt in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he raised his arm and threw the cigarette butt out.

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When a homeless man nearby saw it, he immediately jumped over, picked it up, and took a few deep sips.

"The one I hate most now is our somme-maître, you don't know how hateful he is, haha, but I haven't thought about letting him die yet, so I hope that one day I can cover my face and beat him.

"yes, you dare to kill yourself, why don't you want to kill Baron Brinelle?" Lumian nodded slightly.

Charlie tilted his head in amazement and glanced at Lumian:

"You're thinking a little extreme."

He continued:

"The second damn one is Margott, the leader of the Stinger Gang, who likes to find people to scam women who have just arrived in Trier, and when they drain their money, they will be forced to become street girls. This is how Miss Esans settled in the hotel in room 8 on the 4th floor, and most of the money she earned was taken by Margot, who tried to escape several times, but failed to get out of the street and was beaten half to death. ”

There are really a lot of gangsters in the market area, no wonder it's so chaotic at night...... Lumian glanced at Charlie and said:

"Sounds like you have a lot of sympathy for that Miss Esans."

Charlie straightened his chest:

"A true gentleman of Intis sympathizes with the misery of the ladies and is willing to offer some help when appropriate."

Lumian gave an "um":

"Do you know where Margot lives?"

"I don't know." Charlie shook his head, "But he often comes to the hotel in the evening and takes money from Miss Esans, and if you hear the cries and shouts of women on the fourth floor, it should be Margot and his men." ”

Lumian bowed his head lightly and asked thoughtfully:

"Who else do you think damn it?"

Zha thought for a moment, and replied with a slightly distorted expression:

"Monit, that archipelagist, he lied to me for 10 Filkin!

"Can you believe it? At that time, I had been unemployed for a while, I had not found a new job, that was my last savings, and I almost starved to death because of it! ”

"Where does he live?" Lumien asked casually.

After calming down for a moment, Charlie looked at Lumien suspiciously

"What's wrong with your hair?"

Some are long and some are short, and the gold is black.

"Don't you think it's fashionable?" Lumian asked with a sincere face.

Charlie let out a "yes", showing a skeptical expression.

The fool's affair made him instinctively suspect Lumian's purpose in something like that.

After a few seconds, Charlie glanced at the vendors on the street, waved his hand and said, "I should go to the hotel, see you in the evening." ”

Lumian didn't get up, still sitting on the stone steps outside the inn, waving his hand at Charlie's back as he left in a hurry.

In the afternoon, Lumien took a horse-drawn carriage to the Botanical Garden, then walked more than 300 meters to the Mason Café.

The café is located near the Botanical Gardens on the ground floor of an off-white four-storey building.

The exterior walls of the building are entwined with green plants, and the shops on the ground floor are not directly facing the street, but shrinking inwards by nearly a meter, allowing pillars to support the verandah for passers-by to walk.

The walls of Mason's café are painted dark green, and there are large windows that allow sunlight to shine through the glass, illuminating the tables and chairs that line up the door.

Lumian, dressed in a dark suit and a wide-brimmed round hat, walked into the café.

The first thing that caught his eye was the artistic statue of plants on the wall, interspersed with sentences written in Indisian:

"Who controls the supreme power of the state? Is it the president, or is it the parliament?

"It's a café!

"Who will hear the final appeal of a judicial case? Is it the Supreme Court?

"It's a café!

"Who is the authority when it comes to literature? Is it Intiswen College, or is it The Debate?

"No, it's a café, it's still a café!" (Note 1)

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Note 1: Adapted from the beginning of "The History of the Café de Paris", which in turn is quoted from a document from the early 20th century, the original text is too long, and it has been condensed. PS: Ask for a double monthly pass~