Lumian stretched out his right hand and caught the severed finger accurately.

Feeling the weight of his fingers and the temperature that had not yet had time to subside, he was surprised and shocked in his heart: he had foreseen what kind of protection Mr. K might provide, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly tear off a finger and throw it to himself, saying that he could help at a critical moment!

That's outrageous, isn't it?

Not to mention what a severed finger can do, isn't Mr. K afraid that I will do something with his flesh and blood?

In the occult, flesh and blood are very important, and once they fall into the hands of ill-intentioned people, they are likely to have very serious consequences.

No one wants to be cursed with horror for no apparent reason!

Considering that Mr. K is powerful, not an occult illiterate, and can even act as a "notary", Lumian suspects that he has a way to avoid the effects of his detached flesh, so he dares to tear off his finger and give it to others.

Moreover, there is also a clear miracle in this severed finger.

I don't know if I can exchange the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsourie" with Mr. K by stabbing this finger with "fallen mercury" and getting blood...... As the prankster king of the village of Cordu, Lumian always has a bit of a whimsy.

Resisting the impulse, he withdrew his gaze from the severed finger and returned to Mr. K.

By this time, Mr. K had grown a new finger that was slightly wet, and his skin was very tender and pale.

"Thank you." Lumian spoke in a low voice and slipped his severed finger into the pocket of his gray-blue worker's uniform.

Mr. K gently led the way and said, "You can leave, don't forget our agreement."

"One more thing." Lumian took out the diamond necklace, "Can you help me see if it's real or fake?" I need to exchange it for money."

He already owes Mr. K a favor, and he doesn't care if he owes a little more.

What if you can't do it yet? If you don't get on it, you will sell yourself to the organization behind Mr. K! That's exactly what Lumian is for.

Mr. K asked the waiter who had led Lumien underground to take the diamond necklace and look through it in his hand.

Faintly, Lumian seemed to see a slight golden glow oozing from the shadow of Mr. K's hood.

After a few seconds, Mr. K put the diamond necklace back in the waiter's hand: "Fake, the workmanship is quite fine, it can be worth 50 Feldin."

"Okay." Lumian didn't hide his frustration, and instead said, "Also, I need a set of identification."

An important reason why he has been living in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" is that he does not look at his identity there.

Receiving an affirmative reply from Mr. K, on the way out of 19 Sher Street, and on the way back to the honest man's market district in a public carriage, Lumian sometimes wondered how to join a gang without arousing suspicion, sometimes wondered what the severed finger would do, and sometimes thought about what he could do to get the pawnshop to pay more for the fake diamond necklaces, at least three Filkins......

In the midst of all these thoughts, Lumian gradually came up with an idea.

At the same time, he planned to find a safe house in the honest market area and the botanical garden by the afternoon, the kind that did not require identification.

"I still have 850 Feldin and 24 Copes on me, minus the intelligence dealer Anthony. Rhett hasn't paid the final payment of 400 yet, and the remaining 450 Filkin, renting two or three safe houses is enough......" Lumian carefully calculated how much assets he still had.

He pursed his lips and felt the need to put Mr. K's severed finger in the Golden Rooster Hotel before renting a room.

Before 3 p.m., Lumian found a room that didn't require identification on White Coat Street in the Candid Market District and Stone Street in the Botanical Garden.

Of course, there is a certain premium to the rent, the former is not much better than room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", but it costs 6 fergin per week, and the latter is more similar to the apartment rented by Aosta Trull, surrounded by neighbors who are all workers in factories in the south, for 10 filkin per week.

Lumian has been paying for four weeks of rent at a time, but has not received any concessions.

Back at the "Golden Rooster Hotel", he watched "Men's Aesthetics" for a while, and softened himself with cosmetics

The edges and corners of the body increase the shadow in some places, and the eyebrows are trimmed.

After a hectic period of work, Lumian completed his initial disguise, which made him look like an ordinary man of twenty-four or five with a bit of a dangerous temperament.

After combing his black hair, he put on his dark blue cap, took Mr. K's severed finger, and walked all the way to the Breeze Ballroom on Market Avenue.

He didn't enter directly like the other guests, but stopped between the earthy building and the white spherical statue of countless heads, and said to the two gang members guarding the door, "I want to see Baron Brienelle."

Without waiting for the two gangsters to come back, he preemptively added, "You told the Baron that it was Charles who had last met, and that he should be glad to see me again."

The two gang members, you look at me, I look at you, after all, they didn't dare to delay Baron Brinell's business, separated one person, and entered the dance hall.

In less than five minutes, the gang member came out and said to Lumien, "The Baron told you to go to the place where we last met."

Cafe on the second floor? Lumian smiled and put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked into the Breeze Ballroom, up the stairs, where he saw Baron Briniere with a mahogany-colored pipe.

The gentleman was dressed in a black dress made of tweed, with a half-height silk top hat at his hand, a gleaming ring on his left palm, and four gangsters behind him.

"Sit." Baron Brinnel's brown eyes swept and he smiled and pointed to the opposite side of the table.

Lumian walked over generously, sat down, looked at Baron Briniere's deep face and naturally curly brown hair, and said, "Good afternoon, we meet again."

Baron Brignier tapped on the bottom of his mahogany pipe and smiled and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Lumian took out Charlie's fake diamond necklace and said calmly, "I've been a little short of money recently, and I want to mortgage this necklace to you, it's worth 1500 Filkin, you just give me 1000."

Baron Briniere turned his head to his hands and said, "Go find someone to identify it."

"Yes, Baron." A gangster with visible bruising on his forehead walked out of the café.

Brinnel looked at Lumian again and nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, there has been a noticeable improvement in makeup techniques, and although there are still many flaws, you are no longer easily recognizable compared to before."

"Thank you for the suggestion." Lumian laughed, "Men's Aesthetic is a good magazine."

The two chatted about worthless topics until the gangster who had just left the café came up with a man in his forties in a formal suit, bow tie, and toolbox.

After some examination, the man walked up to Baron Brinnel, placed the necklace on the table, and said in a suppressed voice, "It's fake."

[In view of the general environment,

Brushing the ground, the gangsters present all pulled out their revolvers.

Baron Brinell curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Lumian, and saw that the boy had a calm face, as if he had not heard the words of the jewel appraiser or seen the movements of several thugs.

Baron Briniere's smile remained unchanged and nodded to the appraiser, "You go back first."

"Yes, Baron." The jeweler was so nervous that he left the café in a panic.

Baron Brinell put down his mahogany-colored pipe, raised the diamond ring in his left hand, and asked Lumian with a smile, "Do you know this necklace is fake?"

Lumian smiled as well, "Yes."

Before he could finish speaking, the revolver was aimed at him.

Seeing that Lumian was unmoved, Baron Brinnel asked curiously, "Then do you know that I can find someone to verify the authenticity of the diamond?"

Lumian replied with an unchanging smile, "Yes."

Baron Brienel's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you all know, then why do you dare to borrow 1,000 Feldin with a fake necklace?" Why do you think I'm going to give it to you?"

Lumien slowly stood up, ignoring the handful of momentum

The pistol, propping his hands on the edge of the table.

He lowered his body slightly, looked down at Baron Briniere opposite, and curled the corners of his mouth, "I killed the Margot of the Stinger Gang."

The smile on Baron Briniere's face froze.

His childlike instinct was magnified, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of the person in front of him.

The four gangsters who pointed their pistols at Lumien were also crocodiles, and their eyes were all wide.

As the opponents of the Stinger Gang, they know better than anyone how strong Margot is!

At this moment, Lumian raised his head, and his emotionless gaze slowly swept over the faces of the thugs.

Every gangster member who was watching him subconsciously felt the urge to avoid his gaze, so much so that his arm reacted, and the muzzle of the gun moved away from his body one after another.

Baron Brinnel quickly returned to normal, turned back to the four thugs, and said, "Put away your pistols! Didn't I teach you how to treat your guests?" After teaching his men, he asked Lumian with a little curiosity, "How did you kill Margot?"

"I gave him a knife, the poisonous kind, but I don't know where he fled to die." Lumian replied lightly.

This was in line with the preliminary information Baron Brinell had received, and he asked with a smile on his eyes, "Do you know what it means to take my 1,000 Feldin?"

Lumian smiled nonchalantly, "Yes."

Room 504 of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Charlie saw Lumian outside the door and asked excitedly, "Have you identified the real thing?" "Fake, worth up to 50 Filkin." Lumian said casually as he walked into the room.

He discovers that Charlie has ripped off Suzanne Matisse's portrait, leaving only the marks of the paper that have been glued.

Charlie was mentally prepared, although the disappointment was not serious, and laughed at himself: "At least it is worth 50 Feldin, and finding a kind pawnshop should be able to mortgage 20 Feldin."

Lumian glanced at him and laughed, "But I sold that fake necklace for 1,000 Feldin."

"Huh?" Charlie was almost stunned.

Lumian took out the thick stack of banknotes and said with a smile, "The fake necklace is yours, worth 50 Fergin, so, I can only give you so much, and the rest is my labor fee, no problem, right?"