On the hill southeast of the honest man's market area, there is a working quarry.

After Lumian came out of the Breeze Ballroom, he searched for a suitable homeless man all the way and finally came here.

At this time, it was getting dark, and the lamplighters lit up the gas street lamps all over the streets one after another, and the quarry, which had finished a busy day, was in a dim light, and there was no fire in sight.

In the above-ground part of the quarry, there are several plaster stoves, and around them, there are quite a few homeless people lying on the ground.

Lumian gathered his spirit, focused his attention, and observed their fortunes one by one.

Eventually, he found a goal that fit his needs.

It was a male vagabond with his back to a plaster stove, his shirt, trousers, and tunic in tatters, dark brown with mud, sunken cheeks, so thin that he was almost out of shape, and his hair and beard were messy and long, almost clinging together.

His eyes were half-closed, his breathing was weak, and he gave the impression that he could die at any moment.

And according to the fortune that Lumian just observed, the homeless man is indeed nearing the end of his life, and will die in the next two or three days.

He walked up to the other man, crouched down, pulled out the bottle of gas from the perverted Hedsey, which Franka had named the occult sniffing salt, unscrewed the lid, and leaned over to the end of the target's nose.

He and Franka had already allocated the "relics" of Rentas:* and 212 Filgin worth of coins to him, and the rest belonged to Franka.

Ahh The homeless man sneezed twice and opened his eyes.

He looked weakly at Lumian, who was wearing a blue worker's uniform and a dark peaked cap, and asked suspiciously, "You, who are you, you, what do you want to do?"

Lumian replied calmly: "I'm a worker passing by, and I feel like you're dying, so come up and make sure."

The homeless man did not find anything wrong with Lumian's explanation, because in the Republic of Intis, if a dead body is found, whether it is reported to the government department or the two major churches, he will receive a certain amount of reward, so that the appropriate personnel can decontaminate it in time or send the body to be burned to ashes.

That bonus is not much, it is only 1 Filkin, but for the lower classes, no matter how little additional income is, it is also a surprise.

The homeless man's face trembled, as if he was trying to squeeze out a smile: "Your guess is not wrong, I also feel that I am dying, you can come and see it for more than two days, so as not to be robbed of the prize."

Perhaps it was the excitement of the occult smelling salt, or perhaps it was the topic of death, which made the homeless man briefly excited, and his speech was no longer intermittent, and his coherence became clear.

"Do you still have family?" Lumian, who was crouching in front of the homeless, put away the occult sniffing salt, and asked casually.

The homeless man was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head: "No, no. If you take a fancy to my clothes, take them away when I die. ”

"Your family is dead?" Lumian asked about it.

The beard on the homeless man's face shook with the twisting of his muscles, and his voice revealed a pain that could not be hidden: "Dead, they are all dead, neither of my parents lived past the age of forty-five, my brother died in that war a few years ago, my sister died of illness, her child became a child laborer, hunched over at the age of ten, and died of exhaustion in the textile factory......"

The homeless man did not seem to be answering Lumian's question, but was closer to reminiscing about the past before he died, and he babbled on and on: "I was originally a quarry worker, and they all praised me for my strength, and then a gentleman thought I was very diligent and able to endure hardships, and taught me how to put detonators and how to blow loose stones, and my salary increased, and my life began to improve, and I had a wife who could also endure hardships, and I had three lovely children, but in the end only one survived, and that was my little angel, my daughter." In the year when everyone protested against the price of food, my body suddenly collapsed and I became seriously ill.

"My wife and mine

My daughter spent a lot of money and owed a lot of debt, and finally cured me, but I also lost my job, we were forced by loan sharks every day, my little angel was forcibly taken away by them, I looked for her everywhere like crazy with my wife, and after a few weeks we saw her body, she couldn't stand the torture of those men and ended her life.

"My wife tried to go to the police, but they beat her to death, I don't know where she threw it, and I was beaten to a coma, but she didn't die, and she lives to this day......"

Lumi listened quietly and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?"

The homeless man laughed "haha": "Wish?

"My greatest wish is that when I was born with that illness, I would die within a few days."

Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "You don't want revenge?"

The homeless man said with a look in his eyes: "Those who were usurers were killed by other gangs, and now there are other groups of people who are lending usury."

He finally remembered Lumian's question, and said in a fluttering voice: "If I wait and die, I think, I want to eat another meatloaf, I remember that every weekend in those years, my wife would buy her own meat, add flaxseed and vinegar, make a meat sauce, and put it in the dough, my daughter loves to eat it very much, and I like it too."

Lumian nodded, stood up, and headed down the street below the hill.

About three quarters of an hour had passed, and he took a richly scented Rouen patty and returned to the plaster stove.

The homeless man seemed to be on the verge of a coma again, and Lumian used occult salt to wake him up again.

The homeless man sneezed a few times, took the Rouen patty with a straight gaze, and nibbled on it quickly, and his beard was stained with oil. After eating a little half, he gasped and asked with a smile, "Young man, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I'll give you a knife later, it could kill you tonight." Lumian said bluntly.

The homeless man laughed and asked weakly, "Aren't you afraid of the police?"

"I'm not afraid of death, I should have died, you know? Every winter, I would sleep in the plaster furnace here, and it would run for a day, leaving a comforting warmth that would last until the sun was about to rise, but the remaining gases in it were poisonous and could have caused me to die in my dreams, and I didn't wait. ”

Lumien smiled: "I don't think those cops care how a homeless man dies, as long as it's not obviously murdered."

The homeless man said no more, and ate all the remaining Rouen patties, burping.

After more than ten seconds, he adjusted his sitting position and said, "You can start."

Lumian pulled out the strange and cascading layers of depraved mercury and stabbed it in the back of the tramp's hand. A little blood spilled out, staining the tip of the knife red.

At the same time, Lumian saw the silver river again. His purpose in finding the dying homeless man was to exchange it for a more practical fate.

This is not to say that the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsourie" is not terrible, on the contrary, it can achieve the effect of certain death and even *** for many humans, and it is very persistent. But the problem is that it takes a lot of time for it to work - exchanging fates can often be done in a matter of minutes, but when the ghost of Montsouris will go to the target is purely random. Maybe in ten or twenty minutes, it will attack, maybe three or four months.

That is, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsourie", not suitable for raids, not suitable for encounters.

Moreover, with the experience and lessons brought by the death of Margot, Lumian's target of this hunt, "Black Scorpion" Roger, will inevitably beware of similar things, once he is stabbed by "Fallen Mercury" and does not die directly, there is a high probability that he will ask for help from "Lady Moon", Lumian is not sure that the lady who really has divinity has a way to prevent the ghost of Montsouri, if he can, then his operation will be a complete failure.

Based on this consideration, he plans to exchange the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsouris" in advance, and choose a fate that can play a more effective role in raids and assassinations, so as to make "Black Scorpion" Roger die on the spot and have no way to ask for help......

In the flash of thought, Lumien "saw" one image after another: it was a homeless man sleeping in a plaster furnace, a homeless man who had been beaten to a coma, a homeless man who had recently fainted, a homeless man kneeling in front of his daughter's corpse and a complete mental breakdown, a homeless man sharing homemade meatloaf with his wife and daughter, a homeless man who had carefully measured and checked and finally placed the explosives......

Lumian did not try to provoke the fate of the homeless man who was destined to die in two or three days, it was too heavy for the "depraved mercury" to pry, and even the "art of transfer" could not turn such a fate away.

The only way Lumian can think of is to use the "substitution technique" to find a death row prisoner to replace the homeless man, live as him for a period of time until he is recognized by the people around him, and then complete the ritual to replace the homeless man's death with the death of the death row prisoner, but this will take two or three weeks or even longer to prepare, and it will be too late at all.

Lumian, who has a lot of experience, made a slight distinction and chose the fate of the homeless man who had recently fainted due to a physical breakdown.

It broke away from the long river of mercury and condensed into a drop of liquid that seeped into the blade of the "fallen mercury", in contrast to the fate of "meeting the ghost of Montsourie" at the beginning, transferred to the homeless man.

Lumian withdrew the silver-black evil dagger, which was clean and unstained with blood, while the wound on the back of the tramp's hand was shallow, as if it would not take long for it to scab over.

"That's it?" The homeless man asked, confused. He was ready to be killed on the spot.

"Yes." Lumian stood up and left the hill.

In the middle of the night, the homeless man, who had shrunk into the plaster furnace, suddenly convulsed a few times and suffocated.

Opposite 126 Market Avenue.

Back here, Lumien, with a shadow of no gas lamp on his back, looks out at the target building. Beside him, Franca, dressed in a black robe and hooded, stepped out of the darkness.

"How?" Lumian asked, not at all surprised, turning his head sideways.