Louis continued:

"Those three things, I'll send them to the 'Golden Rooster Hotel' later."

"How much?" Lumian was going to give Luis a little more hard money.

Louis shook his head:

"The baron said that you don't have to pay, your strength is the strength of our Savoyard Party."

Without Baron Brinnel's special explanation, Louis could see that he was buying people's hearts, and it was less than 10 Felkin anyway.

According to the baron, if I buy the materials I need to be promoted to "arsonist" in the future, I can also ask him for reimbursement? Lumian sneered.

Louis took a sip of pomegranate juice soda and saw a group of people walk in at the door of the Breeze Ballroom.

The leader is very tall, more than 1.9 meters, and his pale yellow hair is short and soft, clinging to his head, like a high-grade flannel

of the surface layer.

He had a large nose, light blue eyes, a pitted face, extremely rough skin, and a tight black suit and a wide-brimmed round hat.

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Louis's expression gradually became serious, he put down the soda bottle in his hand and said to Lumien:

"I got the baron to go"

At this time, the tall and stout man in his thirties led several followers who were suspected of being gangsters into the staircase and headed for the café.

"What is that?" Lumian didn't hide his curiosity and doubts.

Louis stood up and casually explained:

"Simon, the 'giant' who runs a few dance halls on Nightingale Street."

"Isn't he also our Savoyard?" Lumien asked.

Louis nodded:

But his relationship with the baron was not very good, and he kept saying that since the baron was in charge of the usury business, he should put it down

The Breeze Ballroom is handed over. ”

"I went up, and I don't know what he's here for."

Louis took a step or two, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lumian sitting motionless at the bar.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"I don't know how to seize the opportunity at all, shouldn't you take the initiative to follow me up and stand next to the baron at this time?" If Simon is about to say something unpleasant, he glares at him and points a gun at him, so that the baron will slowly trust you. ”

"Well, although he is ruthless enough, crazy enough, and very strong, he is still a country boy who doesn't understand anything."

Of course, if Lumian really wants to go up to the second floor and go to the café to maintain the pomp and circumstance for Baron Brignier, Louis will refuse him, after all, the Baron and Simon "The Giant" are likely to talk about some of the more confidential matters within the Savoyard Party, which is not suitable for a newcomer to observe.

At this time, Lumian was thinking:

"There are also a lot of contradictions within the Savoyard Party."

"If Baron Brignel and Simon the 'Giant' clash and one dies, and the boss behind the scenes wants to find someone who has enough strength to shock the scene to take his place, then wouldn't I have a chance? When the time comes, as long as I pass the test, I will complete Mr. K's task.

"Apart from those few leaders, there should be no one else within the Savoyard Party who can kill Maggot alone."

"The question now is how to keep Baron Brignel and the giant Simon on fire without making people doubt me."

As thoughts turned, Lumian asked for a glass of absinthe.

Before he could finish the dreamy glass of green liquid, he saw Simon "The Giant" lead his men from the stairs

The ladder came out, and a face was tense.

It doesn't look like he's in a good mood.... Lumien nodded, retracting his gaze.

He was in no hurry to put his ideas into practice, because he still knew too little about the Savoyard Party.

In the evening, as soon as Lumien returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Mrs. Fels, who was sitting at the front desk, stood up and said to him:

"Mr. Eve is here, waiting for you in the dining room on the first floor, by the window."

yes, it's coming pretty fast... Lumian bowed his head lightly and walked into the small dining room on the other side of the lobby.

Mr. Eve had long heard of Charles' peculiar and fashionable hair color, and stood with a smile on his face as soon as he saw him enter the dining room

Up:

"Mr. Charles, here."

He was a man of nearly fifty years, his blonde hair was partially dyed white, neatly combed, he wore a dark suit washed to white and a pair of chestnut tweed trousers, his eyes were blue, not cloudy, and his face had a sparse beard.

Glancing at the cane leaning against the dining table, Lumian walked over with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Ave."

After the two sides were seated, Eve motioned for the waiter to serve.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately to visit you until today." Eve said apologetically.

His accent is the standard Trier native accent.

Lumian deliberately asked rhetorically:

"You have more than one hotel to your name?"

Otherwise, what are you busy with?

Eve was speechless for a while, but he didn't expect the other party to hear what he said politely.

He said:

"There's a little other business, but it's not much, and it's not very good."

While the two were chatting, the waiter brought dinner, one for each person.

Bean bisque, pork sausage, Fenerport rice and a thin sauce poured over a fifth of a plate.

"It's their specialty bolognese." Ef said with some obsessiveness.

That's all? Lumian has a new appreciation for the stinginess of landlords.

He didn't pay much attention to this, so he ate the sauce with a hint of meat, pepper, and a certain vinegar flavor

Porter rice.

After a few tens of seconds, Lumian raised his head and asked Mr. Avef with a smile:

"With your stinginess, why would you be willing to give some brimstone to every room?"

He deliberately did not use the more benign word "thrifty", and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Mr. Ave's face sank instinctively, and he looked not very happy.

He immediately restrained his emotions and showed a bitter smile:

"There are so many bed bugs in the hotel that no one lives without extra sulfur."

Is it? As long as the price is cheap enough, poor ghosts who are short of money don't care if there are bed bugs at all..... Lumian man

I carelessly cut a piece of sausage and put it in my mouth.

He chewed for a while before he said:

"Why not hire two permanent cleaning handymen and clean every day? That will effectively reduce the number of bed bugs. ”

"Two regular cleaners would cost 130 to 150 filkins a month, and a big cleaning once a week would cost 18

Filkin. Mr. Eve spoke distressedly.

Lumian smiled:

"I mean, why don't you do your own cleaning handyman and bring your kids?"

That would save even 18 filkins a week.

Mr. Eve looked impulsive, as if he thought it was a good idea.

After more than ten seconds, he sighed and said:

"It's a pity that I have something else to do with them."

What's up? Lumian didn't ask much.

He had already determined that this was a pure miser.

Glancing at Lumian, he said thoughtfully:

"I used to give Margot 20 Felkin a week, what week do you want it?"

Lumian scoffed:

"Don't give it to me, let's do one more big cleanup once a week."

Mr. Eve was slightly stunned, but did not object, after all, the big cleanup only costs 18 filgin, and it is done twice a week

words, but also bargaining.

After Lumian finished eating the food on his plate, he asked instead:

Do you know where that tenant went before 504?" He was referring to the sticking of Suzanne in Charlie's room. The guy in Matisse's portrait is said to have been a frequent visitor to places like City Wall Street, Breda Street, and Nightingale Street, but he moved out for some reason.

Lumian had asked Mrs. Firth about it, but had not received any answer, since Mrs. Firth only cared about whether there were fish or not.

If you pay enough rent, you don't care if you break anything in your room, and you don't care where the tenants go after that.

Mr. Eve was stunned for a moment, looked at the rest of the food on the plate, and said:

"I don't know, who you're referring to, I rarely come to hotels, I don't know which room is occupied by whom."

This reaction ...... It's like a little weak-hearted..... Lumian raised his eyebrows slightly, and without asking any more questions, he watched as Mr. Eve ate the plate cleanly, and there was not a single grain of rice or sauce left.

When Mr. Eve left, he walked out of the hotel nearly twenty seconds apart, and was far away from the landlord.

He followed him all the way to the middle of Market Avenue and watched as Mr. Eve entered a beige, six-story apartment.

Judging from some of the details that Mrs. Fels usually mentioned, this should be Mr. Ave's home.

Lumian didn't rush to the door to "visit", after all, some things are more convenient to do in the dead of night, and he is not sure if the official extraordinaries are still tracking down Susanna. Mattis's matter, do you also want to find some clues from Mr. Ave, when the time comes, it will be embarrassing if the two sides collide.

In that case, Lumian could only quickly find a nearby "crack in the ground" to get into.

Illuminated by a yellowish street lamp, he circled around Mr. Ave's apartment, surveying his surroundings

Environment.

What impressed Lumien the most was that diagonally across from the apartment, on the other side of Market Avenue, was a converted brick-red three-story building.

Its foyer, supported by pillars, is topped by a sign: "Old Dogeon Coop Theater".

At this time, there was a constant influx of people, and the sound of applause and music was heard from time to time, which seemed quite lively.

As far as Lumien knew, it was a low-cost theatrical theater aimed at the common people, and it was one of the kind that had no qualifying rivals in the honest man's market area.

It is a great place to use to get rid of tracking.... Lumian thought back to the various stories that had taken place in the theater, and smiled across the street into the foyer of the Old Dogeon Coop Theater.

There are posters depicting plays that are being or about to be performed, as well as a few classic moments from the past.

Exploring how to use this theater Lumian stood there, looking at the photographs, drawings and drawings seriously

Writing.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face on a poster in a corner:

The blonde with white hair, blue eyes, and sparse beard that served as the background board was none other than Mr. Ef, who he had just followed!