Hearing Lumian's words, Charlie's body trembled:

"You, you don't want anyone to know about your joining the Savoyard Party?"

In his cognition, whether it is the Savoyard Party, or the Stinger Gang, or some other gang, the leader has a certain reputation, and can be used to scare people in the streets and market areas, and he has not seen the police go to them.

Lumian took a sour sour and smiled again:

"That's okay, I'm just reminding you, don't talk about things you shouldn't say."

He is now involved in the Savoyard Party, but he should not be considered a leader, after all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoyard Party and has few thugs to follow, but only manages a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Therefore, Lumien also hopes to gain a greater reputation as soon as possible and quickly improve his position in the Savoyard Party in order to fulfill Mr. K's mission.

And completing Mr. K's mission is to further gain his trust and favor and join the organization behind him to complete the mission of Ms. "Magician".

How strange it feels, Lumian raised his left hand and touched his chin.

Charlie, who was next to him, cautiously asked, "What should not be said?" ”

He had some guesses, but he was afraid that he would not guess them enough, and he would unknowingly anger this friend who had no law in his eyes.

Lumian smiled, turned his head sideways, and looked at Charlie: "I can't talk about things related to Suzanne and Matisse, including how I threatened her, how I pretended to be a lawyer and went to the police station to communicate with you." ”

He had long wanted to tell Charlie a few words like this, but he never found the opportunity.

"Understood." Charlie relaxed, and said expectantly, "I'm going to tell the people in the bar how you and I knocked Wilson over and kicked him out of the hotel." ”

Bragging in the form of speeches is one of his great passions.

At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little deeper. His instincts tell him that Charlie is going to be a little unlucky lately, but not too severely.

Theoretically, this should have nothing to do with Suzanne Matisse, otherwise it would not just be a little bit of bad luck, but a disaster... It seems like there is no need to worry about Suzanne Mattis lately, but how many days have it been lately? Lumian analyzes the fortune he sensed.

He also discovered just now that unless the other party is particularly unlucky, or very lucky, or something that endangers his life will happen recently, he must concentrate and be patient in order to grasp the rough fortune of the target through intuition.

This is different from the danger intuition of the "hunter", which cannot be completely passively stimulated.

The more Charlie spoke, the quieter his voice became, he looked back at Lumian and said, "You, what are you watching me do?" ”

He seriously suspected that Charles was trying to play a prank on himself again!

Lumian smiled, "You should go to the nearest church of the eternal sun to pray for good luck, or something bad will happen to you lately." He spoke in the same tone as Aosta Trull did.

"What's bad?" Charlie blurted out.

The next second he reacted: "How do you know.?" ”

"I guess." Lumien replied with a smile.

Sure enough, it was a joke, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I hope you can't guess accurately." ”

"No, it's definitely accurate." Lumian said the truth that he really couldn't be true.

Charlie looked at him suspiciously, disbelief written all over his face.

Lumian smiled: "If you don't allow, I'll give you a beating, so that even if something bad happens to you, it proves that I guessed accurately." ”

Charlie couldn't find the words to respond for a moment. Can it still be like this?

However, this idea is quite good, and if you change it, you can use it to prank other people.....

Lumian was about to get up when he suddenly saw a skinny yellowish stray dog approaching the "Golden Rooster Hotel" along the shadow of the street, trying to pass through to the vendor who sold the rotten fruit and pick up the garbage he had thrown away.

The stray dog walks very cautiously, because there are many poor people who want to catch it and eat its meat.

At that moment, Lumian stepped forward, reached out and pressed the stray dog's neck to the ground.

The stray dog was caught off guard, failed to respond effectively, and struggled frantically on all fours.

Its mouth opened viciously, trying to bite, but it couldn't turn its head.

With his other hand, Lumien took out the vial that had originally contained the tulip powder and emptied the contents straight into his pocket.

Then he brought the vial next to the stray dog's head, and the sleeping liquid that was dripping from its wide open mouth and barking.

It didn't take long for Lumian to take the 5 ml look, so he released his right palm that was holding the stray dog's neck and stood up.

The stray dog reflexively wanted to bite him, but after he looked at him, he snorted, grabbed his tail, and ran away quickly.

Charlie next to him was stunned. A story he had heard before quickly came to his mind.

The protagonist of the story likes to describe the villain's viciousness in a phrase written by best-selling author Aurore Lee: Passing dogs are going to be kicked twice by him!

Lumian grunted and drank the sour and entered the hotel.

As he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who always had no good face, stood up and squeezed out a smile: "Good morning, Charles, Mr. Charles." ”

Lumian glanced at the chubby Mrs. Firth and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Eve didn't come today?" ”

Mr. Eve is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and his reputation for being a miser is widely spread in the streets.

As the new "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian felt the need to talk to Mr. Ave, lest he was afraid that the Savoyard party would ask him for more money, so he ran directly to the police.

Mrs. Firth pouted quietly: "Although he is very stingy, and only asks someone to clean the hotel once a week, but himself, tsk, loves cleanliness very much, and is not very willing to come to the hotel." ”

"Who cleans his house?" Lumien asked amusedly.

"He's a widower and cleans by himself and his two children." Mrs. Firth looked at her with contempt.

If she had so much money and a hotel, she would definitely hire someone to do these things, and she would only be responsible for enjoying herself.

Lumian nodded and laughed: "I didn't see him come over after the fight on Monday, is he still alive?" ”

Mrs. Firth said with a little trepidation:

"I would go to his house three times a week and take the money from the hostel. and various bills to him, and I will tell him that you want to meet him. ”

She misunderstood what Lumian meant, thinking he was ...... Threaten Mr. Ef - If he doesn't come and meet the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, then he will have to consider whether he will still be alive.

Without explanation, Lumian went up to the second floor, entered the room, and put Mr. K's fingers hidden under the pillow back into his pocket.

After disposing of the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles for the materials he had collected later, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Lumian opened the door with a slight confusion, for the footsteps were unfamiliar to him.

Standing outside the door was a man about forty years old, wearing a dark jacket and brown trousers that had been washed to white, wearing a dirty cotton top, and saying with a smile: "Is it Xia Ersheng?" ”

"Is it a lady?" Lumien laughed.

At the same time, he had observed the other party's appearance, expressions and body movements: the brown hair was a little greasy, but it was neatly combed, the dark brown eyes showed obvious flattery, the mouth was a little laugh lines, and the image of the whole person was not bad, belonging to the type that was more amiable but difficult to hide.

"Yes, yes, yes." The man echoed Lumian's words.

Lumian raised an eyebrow: "You are?" ”

"I live in 401. Fitz, a bankrupt businessman. The slightly slick and amiable middle-aged man smiled.

Without waiting for Lumian to inquire further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose: "That's right, I went bankrupt because I was cheated of 100,000 Filkin, I went back and forth between Trier and Suhit for more than ten years, and finally saved a fortune, planning to get married and have children, but I met the scammer, who cheated me out of all my savings under the pretext of joint ventures.

"If you can help me get that money back, I'll give you thirty percent, no, fifty percent!"

Lumian didn't let Fitz into room 207, and stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling. Rhetorical question:

"Why didn't you ask Margot or Wilson to help you get that money?"

Again, you don't have to pay anything upfront.

Fitz did not hide it: "I approached Margot and he agreed, but then one day he told me that the money would not come back." ”

The Stingers won't come back? Is the crook also bankrupt, or is the force behind him a little fearful of the Stingers? Lumian, who didn't take it seriously, suddenly focused: "Did Margot say why?" ”

Fitz shook his head: "No, but certainly not because Timmons became poor. ”

"The "different" dance hall he opened in the Astronomical District is very profitable!! ”

Timmons... Lumien suspects that there may be some organization behind the crook, or that he is under the protection of some bigwig, powerful person, so that the Stingers dare not force him to pay him back.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Timmons himself is very powerful.

"Then why do you think I can help you get back?" Lumian smiled at Fitz.

Fitz thought for a few seconds and said honestly: "You are more ruthless than Margot, and even if you don't dare to ask for it after investigating, I can't lose anything." ”

"I can't get that money back, I can't pay anything."

"Honest." Lumien nodded, "I'll get back to the truth of the matter, but don't expect too much. ”

If Timmons is a Stinger gang that is scared off by bluffing, who doesn't love the easy thing of earning 50,000 Feldin?

Fitz, the bankrupt merchant, had just given it a try, but after receiving an affirmative answer, he thanked him and left the second floor

At this time, Lumian found that his spirituality had recovered a lot, and only that part of it had been restored

More spiritual than he originally was.

"The dervishes have also brought about a huge increase in spirituality, at least at the level of Sequence 8, I won't be much worse spiritually than the other paths..."Lumian muttered silently.

At the same time, he remembered a subtle feeling when he drank the sour wine just now: if he could keep to poverty, temperate himself, not drink alcohol, not waste himself, seek alms and preach, and demand himself as an ascetic, then he would have a certain increase in his 0 intuitive perception of fortune and the success probability and final effect of the five ritual magics.

But he wasn't going to do that, which he thought would lead him to become more and more like the "Giver" and gradually assimilate.

Reining his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find someone from the Savoyard to help him collect the other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Prophecy Technique".

Make the most of it!