Gabriel took a sip of absinthe and said, "Maipu. Mayer. ”

"He is an ambitious theatre manager who wants to make the old pigeon basket the most famous theatre of the month in Trier, and he wants to win the Legion of Honour in Intis for this achievement."

The Order of the Legion of Honor of Indis first came from the era when Russell the Great was still an archon, it was established to replace the old royal system of knighthood, and when Russell called himself "Caesar", it was abolished, and the duke, earl, baron, and knight were picked up again.

Later, the Republic of Antis was established, and the Legion of Honor was once again established, awarded to soldiers and civilians who have made outstanding contributions to the Republic, it is not limited to the military field, but also includes various industries, and is the highest honor of the current Republic of Intis, and each recipient is equivalent to a knight of the old era.

A number of painters, writers, actors, journalists, and sculptors have been awarded the Order of the Intis Legion, setting a good example for those who followed.

When Luminian made up the story in his dream, he lied to the villagers of Cordu, saying that it was not entirely unreasonable for Aureor to go to Trier to receive the Legion of Honor, and that if Oroel could become the "Furth, Wall" of Intis, become the top best-selling author in the entire Northern Continent, and be recognized by the Intise Academy of Literature for his artistic achievements, it would be a real hope to win the Legion of Honor.

"If you don't have a dream,

What is the difference between salted fish and salted fish? Lumien laughed, thinking that the theater manager named Mai Pu, Meier, sounded normal.

This led him to think that it was not most people who had problems with the old pigeon cage theater, and only one or a few who were close to Mr. Eve, the landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", had anomalies.

After a few small talks with Gabriel, Lumien led Luis and Sakota up the second floor, leaving them outside Gate 207.

He closed the door with his backhand, hung the pouch under his left armpit, hid the pouch of bullets, and draped a dark jacket over it.

Immediately afterward, Lumien took Mr. K's fingers out from under the pillow and slipped them into his right pocket.

As for the "depraved mercury", the dagger from Hedsey, the irritating gas that could help people wake up, and the liquid of unknown purpose, he always carried it with him, and the triangular thorn, which he could not use for the time being, was kept in the drawer of the wooden table.

With all that done, Lumian stooped down and dragged out the brown suitcase from under the bed and put all of Aurel's witchcraft notes inside.

With a change in identity and further offending the Stingers, he felt compelled to hide the witchcraft notes in a safer and more secluded place, in the safe house he rented on White Coat Street.

For him, these things belong to the clues and knowledge left by Aurore, and second, they have irreplaceable commemorative value and need to be protected.

As for the daily study, he would copy part of it in advance and put it in the Golden Rooster Hotel or the Breeze Dance Hall, and when he had mastered it and confirmed that there was no problem, he would go to the safe house to copy a few pages.

Rejecting Louis's offer to help with his luggage, Lumian made his way back to the Breeze Ballroom and into the room near his office.

He took out the sorcery notebook he had been reading recently, spread it out on his desk, picked up the dark red absorbent fountain pen, and began to copy it on a thick stack of white paper.

Copying and copying, Lumian felt that it was too boring and boring, and couldn't help but turn his mind to find a way to help him be lazy.

Soon he had an idea: to put it before. The person who wrote the report letter on his behalf, "The 173 creature of the Spirit-Free Realm summoned it and asked it to help him copy the notes!"

"That guy has no brains and is stupid, but he is obedient enough, he can copy very quickly, and he can reproduce the handwriting as it is...... That way, I only need to provide the spirituality, and I can read the newspaper and magazine, and wait for it to help me finish my homework, no, copy the notes....." Lumian pondered for a moment, put down his pen, and prepared for the summoning ceremony.

Why not be lazy when you can be lazy?

When he was in the village of Koldu, every day when he finished the homework assigned by his sister and the papers he produced, he would seriously think about how to be lazy.

He taught Raymond and Ava how to read words, and to some extent he wanted to help them with their homework when they grew up.

Unfortunately, the gap in knowledge accumulation between the two sides is too large, and it cannot be made up without a few years of work.

Soon, Lumian set up the altar, sanctified the ceremonial silver dagger, and built the "Wall of Spirituality".

Sniffing the fragrance of citrus and daylilies, he looked at the yellowish candle flame and said in the ancient Hermetian language, "I! In the next second, Lumian switched to Hermes: I call in my name:

"A spirit that wanders in nothingness, a friendly creature who can communicate, a weak person who can write about Sven

……

The flame quickly took on a dark green hue, swelling to the size of a human head.

As Lumien finished reciting the rest of the incantation, a transparent figure emerged from the candlelight.

It is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with the head of a cow and the body of a human, and is dressed in brown fur clothing.

It's not the rabbit.... Also, there should be many, many spirit creatures that match the description of my summoning spell, and who responds to the summoning each time is completely random...

Slightly disappointed, Lumian pointed to the witchcraft notebook with a certain expectation, "You help me copy it." ”

The transparent and blurry minotaur bowed his head slightly:

"Okay."

It immediately sat down, picked up the dark red absorbent pen, and copied Auror's witchcraft notes.

yes, much smarter than that silly rabbit... Lumien thought to himself, rather delighted.

He was about to sit in his easy chair and flip through the newspapers and magazines when something suddenly felt wrong.

The speed of the minotaur is too slow, right? It's been a few seconds, and not a word has been copied yet!

No, it's only written two letters!

"Can you hurry?" Lumian asked tentatively.

"It's already the fastest I've ever had. The minotaur replied truthfully.

Lumian was speechless. It's not as good as that stupid kid!

That guy is a crypto typewriter who can copy a page in less than a minute!

Lumian subconsciously wanted to end the ceremony, send away the "Minotaur", and then summon new spirit creatures, but considering the high probability of the follow-up, he gave up tiredly.

It was only when the summoning ceremony was naturally suspended that the "Minotaur" copied half a page.

Lumian rubbed his temples and decided to go into battle himself.

After transcribing three pages in one sitting, he heard a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Lumian closed his notes, put down his pen, and got up and walked to the door.

Outside is Louis.

With the appearance of a tough guy, he suppressed his voice and said: "Boss, the giant Simon is here"

"What is he here for?" Lumien remembers that Simon the Giant is the leader of the Savoyard Party who controls several dance halls and bars on Nightingale Street, and is suspected of being an extraordinary person in the "Warrior" pathway, with a high probability of having a sequence.

Louis shook his head, "I don't know. Lumian asked, "What was the last time he consulted with Brinnel, and it didn't seem to be pleasant?" ”

Louis elaborated: "Simon the Giant, who has always disliked the Baron because he runs the Breeze Ballroom. ”

He subconsciously used the title baron.

Seeing that Lumien didn't mind, Louis continued, "The Breeze Ballroom makes more money than all his ballrooms and bars, and he runs casinos in the bars!"

The last time he came to the Baron, he hoped that the Baron would not let some of the more beautiful dancers come here, and turn to Nightingale Street, and the Baron said that the dancers were all "Red Boots are in charge of distribution, and you consult with 'Red Boots', I have no opinion."

"The price of doing it once on Nightingale Street is very low, and the beautiful dancers don't like to go."

Lumian remembered that Charlie had said that on Nightingale Street it was only half a fergin, and on the side of the Breeze Ballroom, the dancers could price 10 filkins if they had a generous clientele, and they could normally have 3 to 5 fergins.

This is still a situation when the overall income of the market area is not high, and in the city wall street of the Red Princess District, a good-looking girl will get more than a dozen filkins.

Hungry for me to take over the Breeze Ballroom? Lumian asked lightly with a slight puzzlement: I don't understand what happened to Pear, why can the prostitutes in the Breeze Ballroom be so profitable? ”

"Most of our wine comes from 'Rat' Christo, and it's cheap without taxes.

"And"

We don't have to pay rent. ”

Christo, the rat in charge of the smuggling business? Lumian understood why.

He walked out of the room, through the hallway, and into the café.

Simon the Giant, still dressed in a tight black suit, his pale yellow hair clinging to his head.

At this time, he placed the wide-brimmed round hat on his head on the table, and stood by the window, smoking a cigarette.

A number of gangsters who followed him were scattered around, confronting the tickets of Sarkota and other breeze dance halls.

Seeing Lumian coming," the giant Simon extinguished the cigarette in his hand and pretended to smile heroically: "Charles, you have been approved by the boss and handed over the breeze dance hall to you, why don't you invite us brothers to drink?"

Simon said as he greeted Lumien.

His height of more than 1.9 meters sets off the fact that Lumian, who is already 1.8 meters, is quite short.

Lumian looked up at the giant Tian Simon's big nose and pitted face, and said with a smile: "I have this person."

Social phobia, I'm sorry to go to you guys.

"Yo, he's so tall, he's a 'giant', a little taller than the Hammer' Aite. ”

The implicit meaning of his two sentences is that everyone lives by themselves, you don't mess with me, and I don't mess with you, otherwise, I can kill the "Iron Hammer" Aite in the "Warrior" path sequence 8, and I can also kill you.

The giant Simon didn't understand the previous sentence, but he could still read the provocative meaning of the latter sentence.

This made his face sink and dispel his contempt for "Lion" Charles.

This is not a pure thug, and a smiley face and courtesy will not make much of a difference!

"Giant," Simon pointed to the table where Baron Briniere often sits, "I have something to look for you." ”