Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the ceremony and extinguished the candles in the correct order.

The whispering that filled his ears died away, and the intense pain came to an abrupt end before it could arise.

Roughly tidying up the altar, Lumian set his sights on the gold coin worth 5 Phils.

It no longer looks unremarkable, shimmering with a charming golden hue in the light of a calcium carbide lamp, and is not fundamentally different from other coins.

Lumian's eyes deepened, and he watched the gold coin as if it were a real person.

Normally, it wouldn't have been able to see the fate of an item, but this time, things were different, and as it concentrated, it found that the gold coin was surrounded by a stream of black gas, with a slight blood-colored glow in it.

The former is a symbol of bad luck, and the latter represents a certain degree of blood.

Call.... Lumien breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the "transfer technique" has succeeded, and the very unlucky fate of the homeless man in the next few days has been transferred to the gold coins!

But if no one else is found to bear the fate within three days, it will return to the homeless and will never be able to be transferred.

Lumian stared at the rogue for a few more seconds, making sure that its fortune was temporarily normal, neither good nor bad.

After confirming, Lumian, who was already standing on the edge of the altar, reached out and picked up the 5 Phil gold coin that was used as a transit medium.

It is not worried that this act will transfer the bad luck attached to the item to itself, as the triggering of the "Transit Technique" needs to meet certain conditions; 1. It must be and marked to take the gold coin voluntarily, and subjectively hold the mentality of possession; Second, in the whole process, the target took advantage of what should not have been.

In other words, if Lumian took the gold coin to buy the Touyao, the shopkeeper would not have taken the corresponding bad luck for accepting the item, unless the thing it sold to Lumian was a fake. or fraudulently facilitated the transaction and made unjust profits.

In the same way, if Lumian had taken the initiative to put this gold coin in Charlie's pocket, he would not have been unlucky if he had taken it for a while and used it.

As the original owner of the gold coin, Lumian picked it up, and naturally it would not be affected by the "Technique of Transfer".

Two easy ways to trigger the "Transfer" technique are to put it in your pocket and let the target steal it, or to pretend to leave it behind and let the target pick it up for possession.

Lumien believes that unless there is a big change in Mr. Eve and others, who have developed the habit of being stingy, they will have a residual love for money beyond the limit, and it is easy to fall into the trap in this regard.

Having taken care of the marks on the altar, it carried the homeless man on its back and returned to the surface, dropping it into the alley where it had been, and removing the ropes that bound its hands and feet, the strips of cloth that blindfolded it, and the cloth that gagged its ears and nose.

Observing the wandering, Lumian kicked it and turned away.

The homeless man slowly woke up, and reflexively shouted in extreme fear:

"Let me go, please!"

It opened its eyes, instinctively snooped around, and found that there was no one around, and it was still asleep in a sound place.

The homeless man fell silent.

When it regained a bit of consciousness, its first instinct was to reach into its pocket.

The cold, hard touch then reached its brain, and it happily pulled out a silver coin worth 1 Fil Gold.

It's really still there!

It's really still there!

It wasn't a dream just now!

By the faint crimson moonlight in the sky and the light of the street lamps, the homeless man looked at the silver coin over and over again, and finally confirmed that it was not a fake.

It was only then that it remembered to examine its body, and soon it noticed that it had a bandage wrapped around the crook of its arm, and a tingling sensation hit its mind.

Other than that, nothing else is out of the ordinary.

The homeless man fumbled up, rubbed his ass, and whispered to himself:

"It's not that perverted..."

Before it went bankrupt, it was also a person who had seen the world, and knew that Trier had a lot of strange sexual fetishes, so some intimate organizations were born, such as a club that preached that men and women are reproduction and that men were true love, for example, a peachy party that thought that only women knew how to love women.

Flowing just now thought that he was attacked and violated by the kind of men who like to smell and dirty, but now it doesn't seem to be like that.

After thinking for a while, it suspected that its own blood had been taken care of, and some of it had been siphoned off, and that 1 Filking was rewarded.

It had heard before that certain big men were kept alive by constantly exchanging blood.

"At least 1 Felkin." The homeless man instantly became overjoyed and stopped thinking about the loss of blood.

It even wants the other party to come back to it, and when the time comes, it will take the initiative to ask how much it wants.

Lumian tosses a copper coin and decides to sleep at the Golden Rooster Hotel tonight; So I went back to room 207 and slept until six o'clock in the morning.

By the time it had gone out for breakfast, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed its clothes, disguised itself, and prepared to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning ladies were already busy.

Glancing at the cleaning lady who was wearing a shiny blonde wig and applying grease powder, about fifty years old, and was disposing of the garbage in the hall Lumian stopped and asked thoughtfully:

"You're Elody, right?"

It had heard Charlie mention each other's names.

"Yes, Mr. Charles." Elodie straightened her back, he was wearing an old but clean gray and white skirt, she was not short, about 1.65 meters, and it could be seen from her facial features that she should be quite good when she was young.

"But you said me?" Lumian asked casually.

Elodie replied truthfully:

"His name is Charlie. Mr. Collent has mentioned you as the protector of the inn. ”

Hehe, worthy of Charlie...

Well, the attitude is normal, not inferior and fearful at all....

Lumien began to think that the cleaning lady named Elodie should not have been the street girl Charlie guessed when she was younger.

It asked, seemingly casually, "I heard Charlie, you used to be a theater actor?"

"Yes." Elodie had a smile on her face, "I used to play in two theaters, all of them in supporting roles, and then one went bankrupt, and the other stopped hiring me for some reason, and I was older at that time. ”

Speaking of the past, she was obviously a little melancholy.

Lumike nodded, and looked at the door of the inn; "Have you ever heard of the Old Dogeon Coop Theatre?"

That's what it really wants to ask.

The cleaner, Elody, was originally a theatrical actor and was hired by Mr. Eve, the landlord of the hotel, who was close to the old pigeon cage, which was somewhat suspicious.

Elody's expression suddenly became vivid: "I know that every one of their plays is excellent, and most of the actors have excellent acting skills, and it is worth buying tickets for a month of the festival."

"I just came here when I was watching a show in the old pigeon cage and I noticed that someone was only a half-day cleaner.

Ahh Doesn't sound like it has anything to do with the old pigeon basket and Mr. Ef....

Lumian didn't probe for the time being, so as not to arouse suspicion on the other side, and said with a smile; "Sounds like you have another job?"

Believing that Monsieur Charles was trying to find out the origin of the cleaning lady so as not to cause harm to the inn, she replied calmly: "Every day from two p.m. to ten p.m., I work in a factory on the south side of the market district, well, rue Saint-Gères, called the Goodville Chemical Factory."

Rue Saint-Ger is close to the walls of Trier, the closest neighbour to the factories of the Botanical Garden.

The factory in Trier has a tradition inherited from the Russell period that if you want to work 24 hours a day, you must divide the workers into three shifts, one from morning to noon, one from noon to evening, and one late at night.

"It's hard."

Lumian sighed.

Elodie smiled and said gently:

"I have two children, and they're all coming of age, and when they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."

"Where's your husband?" Lumien asked casually.

Elody's expression darkened; "A few years ago, it died in a factory accident."

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and chatted with another cleaning lady to fulfill her duties as the protector of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Then, it went out of the chaotic street, entered Market Boulevard, and walked in the direction of the Old Dogeon Coop Theater.

It is not to wait for Mr. Ave, who is suspected of being a fake, but to take a look at it in passing, and its main purpose is to keep an eye out for people heading to 126 Market Avenue.

The combination of the two made Lumian decide to stay on Market Avenue on Saturday and wander around to see if he could hit his target.

Not far from the old pigeon cage and Mr. Ev's apartment, Lumien slowed down, sometimes sitting with the homeless man, sometimes going to the nearby café for a drink.

It's all here, of course he has to squat down to keep watch over Mr. Ave, anyway, it's also in the market avenue.

After nearly three quarters of an hour, Lumien finally saw the innkeeper.

Dressed in a white-washed suit, an old top hat, and a black cane that was about to fade, he came out of the apartment and walked in the direction of the Suthi steam train station.

Lumian stood up slowly, glanced back, feigned trepidation, and trotted up, as if he were being chased by an enemy.

As he overtook Mr. Eve from behind, he accidentally bumped into him.

With a clink, a golden coin fell from him to the ground, and Lumian seemed unaware, burying his head and fleeing in a hurry.

Mr. Eve grumbled, his eyes drawn to the gold coin on the ground.

He subconsciously wanted to shout out to the daredevil, but after stretching out his hand, he didn't make a sound.

It glanced quickly left and right, crouched down, picked up the 5-fil gold coin, and tucked it into its pants pocket as if nothing had happened.