Watching the burning ashes of the paper drift away in front of him, Lumian once again remembered the oppression that Mr. K had brought to him:

"It turns out that the core of 'shepherds' is 'herding', using their abilities by herding the souls and characteristics of other extraordinary beings or transcendent beings......

"In this way, the veteran 'shepherds' definitely have no shortcomings, whether it is hand-to-hand combat, long-range attacks, or various occult methods, they are very good at it......

"Actually, the person who receives the contract is a bit like a shrunken simplified version of the shepherd, each contract can only correspond to one ability, when the sequence is low, there is a great limit to the number of contracts signed, from the mouthpiece monster, the probability is no more than three, the ideal is five, once the ability is not selected, even ordinary people with guns may not be able to fight, this is not like a shepherd, herding an extraordinary person can have a lot of his ability, there is no scrap situation.

"Of course, at the level of the main hall god, there are as many as a dozen or ten contracts signed, and it is a different experience, and the objects of the contract are often spiritual creatures, and their abilities are varied, which is very strange, and it will make the extraordinary people who encounter it for the first time very uncomfortable.....

The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that Mr. K was terrifying.

With all these thoughts, he stood up and sighed to himself:

It's no wonder that Ms. "Magician" thinks that Mr. K can fight against Susanna, who has turned into an evil spirit. Matisse...

Out of the room, Lumien walked up to Luis and Sakota and said flatly, "Let the kitchen prepare dinner."

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"Boss, what do you want to eat?" Luis asked, before Sakota did.

Lumian had no idea about the menu at the café attached to the Breeze Ballroom, and thought for a moment and said, "Let's have a set menu, let's eat together." ”

"Okay." Luis motioned for Sakota to inform the café attendants.

Lumihon sat down at Baron Briniere's favorite table and picked up today's newspaper. At the top is the newspaper Trier, followed by the newspaper "The Reformer", "The People's Mouthpiece", "Action", "Insas Daily", "Friends of the People" and other major newspapers.

Lumian couldn't help but tilt his head and ask Louis amusefully, "Brinnel usually looks at this kind of thing?" ”

Is he still a gang leader who cares about national affairs? Louis looked at Sakota on the other side and replied with a smile: "He doesn't read this, but tells us not to offend the reporters and newspapers, and that influential newspapers can be subscribed, and every now and then they will spend money to take turns on an advertisement for a breeze ballroom that says there are a lot of hot dancers here."

"He usually reads the bottom three newspapers and miscellaneous."

Don't offend newspapers and journalists.... Also, if the Trier newspaper publishes a news story about a large gang in the market district, then the Savoyard party will be finished the next day, and those old men will still have to face ....

Lumian learned a little more.

He then pulled out the newspapers and magazines at the bottom.

They are: "The Weekly", "Men's Aesthetic" and "Grimace" magazine, which published various gossip and new jokes about Trier.

Isn't this more interesting than what "Reformer" and "Action"?

Lumian picked up the Weekly Newspaper and read the latest serial.

He casually asked, "Where did the money and advertising money for these newspapers come from?"

Louis thought for a moment, thinking that cold sweat was on his forehead and he couldn't come up with an answer, and then Sakota said: "Buck from the 100,000 filkins that you have a good relationship with the officers."

Lumian nodded in satisfaction.

If it doesn't affect the income of the new leader of the Sava Party, he will die! Not long after, the waiter at the café served a portion: pigeon with minced onions, smoked yellow crab, hot bamboo chicken pie, stewed lamb brain, stewed veal fillet, grilled oysters with herbs, II salad, scarlet cheese, grilled almond butter, and a glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a bottle of Cabernet.

The scents mingled and penetrated Lumien's nose, making his saliva even stronger.

"It's Trier, there are so many dishes in an ordinary café set menu, but in Rune, there are only a few options: fried steak and tender lamb stewed with peas..."

As a true Intisian, Lumian mocked Rune's food based on impressions from various newspapers, magazines, and folk jokes.

He picked up the glass of tricolor liqueur, took a sip of it, pointed to the chair on the side of Table II, and said, "Let's eat together."

"Eat well, boss, let's take turns to eat." Louis Xin bent down slightly and said with a smile.

Unconvinced, Lumian enjoyed his first big meal since Trier, and it was free.

I have to say that the chef level of the breeze dance hall is still quite good, and he nods his head frequently.

Among them, he was most satisfied with the stewed sheep brain, the fishy smell of the sheep brain when several spices were used. The flavours are skillfully dissolved, leaving only the delicate texture and rich and attractive aroma of Rossel tofu. He drank the glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a third of the bottles of Cabernet, and motioned for Louis and Sakota to take turns.

He himself picked up the Weekly and Grimace magazines

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In Grimace magazine, Lumien saw a familiar name: Duval.

It was the restaurateur who invented Duval's broth, who later got rich, made a fortune and moved to the opera district.

The Ghost Adventure magazine published a recent anecdote in which Duval was madly infatuated with Perle, a theatrical actor from Rune and Trier's courtesan, and spent a lot of money for her, and at a banquet held in Perle's private residence, Perle was brought naked and lying on a huge silver platter in front of a dozen guests.

Breaking Duval's heart, he tried to commit suicide, but failed.

This dubious news made Lumian not know for a moment whether to lament that the Triers were playing really well, or to laugh at the fact that the Rune were not so conservative at all, and that Intis would soon be assimilated. Or ridicule Divar, as a Trillian in his forties, for being so innocent.

Sometimes, when he sees these unbelievable news, Lumian can't help but suspect that there is a need for extraordinary people to play it, or that cultists can't control themselves.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the Triers themselves have similar tendencies, many things would have been fine, and those guys would have been found out a long time ago.

When Luis and Sakota had finished their dinner, Lumian led them down to the first floor.

In the evening, the ballroom was quite lively, with Jane standing on a half-high wooden platform, singing a melodic song to the accompaniment of the band, while the people below embraced each other and danced in a constant whirlwind.

Lumian glanced back, and walked to the door.

"Chief, where are we going?" Louis asked.

Lumian laughed: "Are you the leader, or am I the leader?"

”

Where do I need to report to you?

Luis's expression froze suddenly, and he looked at the silent Sakota, and suddenly felt that it was not bad.

"Me, I'm just concerned about what to do next." He forcibly explained.

Lumian walked out of the ballroom to the greeting of the janitor, and smiled, "I'll tell you when I need you to know."

He walked all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, but instead of going directly to room 207 to get Mr. K's finger and the revolver, he turned to the speakeasy.

Before Lumian could look around, he heard Charlie's enthusiastic voice: "You know what? Charles now has the nickname Lion, "Charr was named by Jana, Little Bitch, have you ever met her?" I bet you've never seen such a beautiful woman in your life, with a hot body and a beautiful face, and everyone who listened to her singing wanted to change their faith for her, and such a woman took a fancy to Charles, took the initiative to invite him to dance, stick to him, and twist around!

Oh, the ballroom is dimly lit, you can imagine what happened to them...

Lumian suddenly had the feeling that he had become the hero of a news item in Ghost Danger magazine.

Behind him, Luis and Sakota were embarrassed and worried.

They were embarrassed that the guy who was speaking at the small table was probably bragging about the leader, and they were worried that if it was true, wouldn't the boss put a green hat on the "red boots" Franca?

And then there is a big problem, Franka is not only strong in her own right, but also the mistress of the boss!

Charlie, who was holding a beer, saw Lumian, and his smile instantly froze.

He jumped off the small round table, came to Lumian, coughed, and said, "Hey, Charles, you don't mind if I tell you about your affair, do you?"

"How do you know?" Lumian didn't answer the rhetorical question.

Charlie laughed: "Many people outside know that it came from the mill ballroom."

In other words, did the Stinger Gang know that I danced with Jane a second time before I assassinated "Hammer" Aite? Also, at that time, I was just a simple disguise, and I didn't even change my hair color, and I also provoked the people around me, and they recalled it afterwards, combined with the death of "Iron Hammer" Aite, they would definitely recognize me.... As the mistress of "Red Boots", Jana should be suspected by them, and may become the target of revenge in the future.

Don't worry too much about her, she has the "Red Boots" to protect her, and Franca, as an experienced extraordinary and powerful witch, will not be negligent in this kind of thing.... Lumian nodded knowingly.

He smiled and said to Charlie, "You can just talk about it."

The more widely this incident spreads, the more it will attract "the attention of Red Boots, and make her not take chances when it comes to the possible revenge of the Stingers."

Lumian turned to Charlie, "Why didn't you go to the Breeze Ballroom?"

He smiled and said, "The manager named René asked me to officially go to work tomorrow and give me 80 Felkin every month." ”

While the two were chatting, Lumien saw the bar bit sitting on his neighbor in the wall: Gabriel, the down-and-out playwright.

He still wore the messy brown hair, large black-rimmed glasses, a white linen shirt and black overalls.

"What's wrong?" Lumian said goodbye to Charlie and walked over to ask.

Gabriel, who was drinking pale green absinthe, glanced sideways at him and smiled bitterly: "My script has been returned again, and those managers haven't read it at all!"

"I've already voted for dozens of theaters, and no one wants to see them."

Dozens of theaters Lu Mi moved with peace of mind, and asked casually, "Have you pitched the script to the old pigeon cage theater in our market area?"

"Yes." Gabriel sighed and said, "Their manager also rejected me, saying that they wrote the scripts in their theater by themselves or found someone to order them. ”

Lumian sat down and asked, "Who is their manager?"