Fake? Lumien raised his right eyebrow, as if hearing fate's merciless mockery of Charlie.

Charlie gave up his already fragile principles, slept with Mrs. Alice for a few days, got into a fatal lawsuit, lost his job as a trainee waiter, and got only a fake diamond necklace?

For some reason, Lumian suddenly felt the urge not to just give in to fate.

Although it wasn't his thing, it made him feel a little bit of empathy.

I'm going *** fate!

You mocked me, and I'm going to come back with ridicule and provocation!

At this moment, Lumian vaguely grasped another method of playing the "provocateur", but it was still crude, not accurate enough.

He looked at Charlie and asked thoughtfully, "Do you think Mrs. Alice deceived you, or did the pawnshop see that you were down-and-out and incapable of identifying the authenticity of the necklace, and deliberately found such a reason to keep the price to the lowest level?"

"I, I don't know." Charlie is incomparably fancy and painful.

After a pause, he added with difficulty: "I suspect it is Mrs. Alice, you see, there are so many people who come here to mortgage, and the appraiser handles dozens or hundreds of things every day, and many of them are valuables, so it is impossible to deceive me with just one, right?" She, how could she ......?"

Charlie couldn't say.

Pawnshops are not allowed to deceive everyone equally, how much can be pressed at what price, and the more expensive the item, the more pressed? Lumian sighed and laughed, "Why not? Many rich people don't make a fortune by being kind and hardworking, and they can deceive you with fakes, so why give them the truth?"

"Maybe Mrs. Alice is such a rich person, or even less rich, to deceive a young man like you by staying at the White Swan Hotel."

Lumian does not deny all the rich, because there is a large part of that group that does make a fortune by talent, talent, hard work and opportunity, for example, Aurel.

After being teased by him, Charlie's facial muscles were visibly distorted.

He said to himself resentfully, "Yes, Mrs. Alice has not invited me to a big dinner during this time, and she has always asked me to go to the room service at seven or eight o'clock in the evening......

You're such a liar, are you really a Limu? Lumian couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face.

He then stood up and said, "Get that necklace back, and we'll look at another pawnshop."

"What if it's true?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, okay!"

He's not so willing.

Lumian admonished again, "Pay attention to the inspection, don't let them change the necklace."

"Hmm." Charlie tried to lift his spirits, "I looked at that necklace every day some time ago and memorized every detail of it!"

After retrieving the diamond necklace, Lumian accompanied Charlie to find two other pawn shops in the observatory area.

The identification turned out to be the same as before, the necklace was a fake, and it could only be 11-15 Felkin.

Charlie grew more and more depressed and devastated.

Lumien glanced at him and said with relief, "At least you can be a dozen Filkins, enough for you to last more than a week, and you have spare money to go to the café on White Coat Street to ask the waiters for a drink and let them introduce you to a new job."

Charlie, counting the rent, costs about 1 Felkin a day, and a little less if he doesn't go to the speakeasy for a drink.

"yes......" Charlie sighed.

Lost to the extreme, after accepting the reality, being said like this, he felt that there was still hope in life.

Lumian thought for a moment and said, "I can't rule out other possibilities, for example, the pawnshop here has contact and communication in private, and it specializes in deceiving people like you who don't dress well and mortgage valuables and don't have corresponding invoices, do you want to take the necklace to a special jewelry store for identification?"

"That's going to pay a fee." Charlie looked embarrassed.

It's good that it's true, but if it's fake, then his already small assets may have to shrink by one-third to one-half.

Lumian sighed and said, "You give me the diamond necklace, and I'll help you find a friend to appraise it, no charge."

of the kind. You should have some money on you to make it through the day, right?"

"I still have 2.6 Felkin." Charlie gave the diamond necklace to Lumien with an expectant look.

Lumian put away the necklace and said with a smile, "Aren't you worried that it will be found to be true, but I will give you a fake one and tell you that those pawnshops are fine?"

"......" Charlie's expression stiffened again.

After a second, he exhaled and said, "I believe you, and besides, I've taken it as a fake."

Lumian waved his hand, said goodbye to Charlie, and walked towards Purgatory Square.

Near the catacombs, Aosta Trull, dressed in a hooded black robe, faces the bonfire and sits in his old position.

"Aren't you going to change places?" Lumian walked over and asked amusedly.

Aosta laughed and said, "My divination and interpretation have a certain degree of accuracy, and many people have already introduced friends here, if I change places, won't I lose the accumulated customers? That's all Feldin!"

"What do you mean by accumulated customers? It's obviously an accumulated fool." Lumian said half-jokingly, half-mockingly.

Aosta did not dare to refute.

Lumien immediately asked, "I have something to do with Mr. K, how do I contact him?"

It wasn't coming to me...... Aosta breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly, "Those who have attended the meeting can go directly to the headquarters of Psychic Magazine, which is the building where we meet, 19 Sher Street, and knock on the door of room 103 in a rhythm of three long, two short and one long, and someone will take you to Mr. K. If you don't want to go in person, you can send a letter to Guillaume, 19 rue de Schel, room 103, Boulevard district. Pierre."

Good fake kana...... The rhythm of knocking on the door is different from the rhythm of knocking before the party...... Mr. K didn't even tell me this, did he think Aosta would speak? Lumien nodded, said goodbye to Aosta, and headed back to the ground.

As he walked through the entrance to the catacombs, he saw a group of visitors holding lit white candles and following the caretaker through the naturally formed arch into the Empire of Death.

Retracting his gaze, Lumian went all the way out and took a horse-drawn carriage to 19 Scheer Street in the Boulevard District.

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When he attended the party, he deliberately covered his face with a strap to restore the state he was in when he killed Margot, in order to let Mr. K know about the incident, so as to show his own value and more impulsive personality.

And this can also "win" Mr. K.

Lumian shook his head: "It's another question...... He immediately told himself how he knew Charlie, how he helped him get out of his predicament but was hated by Suzanne Matisse, how he was almost killed by that strange creature, fortunately, the official extraordinary arrived in time and told the story as it was, without a single lie, but without mentioning many details.

This corroborates the information he wanted to buy at the party.

"You want to seek protection?" Mr. K listened quietly and asked in a low voice.

Diyou? Do you think too highly of yourself? A more accurate word would be protection! Lumian muttered a few words silently, and nodded solemnly, "Yes."

Mr. K said in a hoarse voice: "It should be a soul creature, very similar to an evil spirit, under normal circumstances, as long as you move out of the market area, it will no longer affect you, but the official extraordinary people have obviously set their sights on this matter, if you move out now, it is likely to be suspected, and if Suzanne Matisse remembers you, or even marks you, then you may be attacked anywhere, many abilities can transcend the distance limit, and it does not need to really leave the territory."

No wonder neither of the ladies advised me to move out...... Lumien nodded thoughtfully, "So what should I do?"

Mr. K said slowly, "I can provide some protection, but you need to do something for me."

"What's that?" Lumian asked with "urgency".

Mr. K clasped his hands in front of him and said, "Join any gang in the market area and become the leader."

The organization behind Mr. K wants to indirectly control the market area? Without hesitation, Lumian replied, "No problem!"

Mr. K nodded slowly and grasped his left index finger with his right hand.

Immediately after, he pulled hard and forcibly ripped the finger off, revealing a bloody wound and Bai Sensen's bones.

Just seeing it, Lumien felt a lot of pain.

Amazingly, neither Mr. K's wound nor that finger was oozing blood, they were just at the edges, twisted, shrinking, and gradually "healing".

"Take it with you, it will help you when it counts." Mr. K threw the severed finger at Lumian.

The flesh of his left palm, where he was missing a finger, was wriggling violently, as if a new one was about to grow.