Hearing Franca mention of promotion, Lumian suddenly felt that it was time to prepare.

It's not that he doesn't want to be the "arsonist" in Sequence 7 and really master enough occult methods, but the previous "Hunter" and "Provocateur" potion recipes were all gifted by the "Magician" lady, and it was too easy to get the land, so he didn't rush at all, just waited for the "provocateur" potion to be completely digested, and then wrote to the "magician" lady to see what price he had to pay in exchange for everything needed for promotion. What's more, Lumian clearly knew that Ms. "Magician" had an extraordinary trait of "Pyroman", but now that he thought about it, he felt that he still had to make some extra preparations: Ms. "Magician" probably did not belong to the "Hunter" path, and may not really have the "Arsonist" land potion formula, and that "Magician" extraordinary trait, she may have given it to someone else.

After all, it is impossible to take the small Arcana card land only Lumian, and it is unlikely that all of them will be other ways.

Of course, with the status and abilities that the lady had shown, it would not be too difficult for her to get the "Arsonist" potion recipe and the corresponding landlord ingredients. But she may not be willing, or will procrastinate.

In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian glanced at the wooden box lying flat on Franca's lap, hesitated, and said, "Sell it."

Although the evil scythe is extremely sharp and can drain the enemy's life through blood, which is very suitable for his combat style of hand-to-hand combat, this thing is too inconvenient to carry and cannot be hidden, and there are great restrictions on the occasions of use, most of the time it can only be placed in the Breeze Ballroom or the Golden Rooster Hotel, which comes in handy when someone attacks him, or in an active raid, he can take it out in advance and cover it up with night. To carry it with him all the time, the only way Lumian could think of it was to get a cello box to carry on his back. For a gang leader, this is very suspicious.

In fact, if it weren't for Franca mentioning that she wanted to prepare for the promotion, Lumian would have felt that the more than 4,000 Felkin on her body was a bit far from it, and she needed to raise more money. He didn't really mind keeping the Earth Evil Scythe called "Harvest Sacrifice", after all, it could still be used on some occasions. No, Lumian can also use the "peep glasses" to disguise himself as a musician and carry a "cello" on his back to assassinate the corresponding target.

When Franka heard this, she sighed: "I can only sell it, it's actually very good, but it doesn't match my fighting style." She then pointed to Lumian's waist: "How about one bottle of each of those potions?"

Truth be told, Franka wasn't too interested in "berserk potion" and "bark potion", only "scorpion venom" and "healing potion". But considering that Lumian also needs to poison the weapon and heal it somewhat, she chooses the most modest option.

"Okay." Lumian agreed.

In the darkness of the night, outside 126 Market Avenue, several police officers in black uniforms set up a cordon to prevent passers-by from approaching the building behind them.

Inside that house, blonde hair, golden eyebrows, and golden beard Angulêm. Morality. François stood in front of the statue of a softly decorated woman, staring at the blood-colored words on the wall, with a row of golden buttons on his chest, and he remained silent, making the surrounding members of the "Purifiers" and the police who assisted them feel irrepressibly depressed.

After a while, the member of the "Purifier" of the Southern Continent bloodline came out of the basement, walked up to Angulum, and said in a suppressed voice: "Deacon, there are obvious traces of the sacrifice of the evil god underground, and there are a batch of sacrifices to the dead and alive." The door to the cell had been opened, and some of the kidnappers had escaped, telling me that Roger the Black Scorpion was indeed using sorcery. Angulum listened expressionlessly, looked around, and said to the surrounding police: "So many people are missing, and you don't even notice it? Who told me that there are only a few controllable extraordinaries in the market district, and that arresting them will lead to the entry of new gangsters and even greater chaos? ”

Angry voices echoed through the parlor at 126 Market Avenue, causing every police officer to bow their heads. At that moment, Angulum suddenly tilted his head and looked at the statue of a woman with soft features. He vaguely felt the anger fluctuating there just now, and it disappeared in a flash.

Angulum's body glowed with gold, and he reached out with his right palm, opening the belly of the statue. There's a space there that can accommodate huddled humans

Hole, a brown-green ground seed lies quietly inside, and is blown into powder by the wind.

Breeze Ballroom on the second floor.

Lumian frowned suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Franka asked.

Lumian replied in confusion, not knowing whether to be happy or confused, "Just now, my provocateur's potion has been thoroughly digested."

"What we did just now, which great man did we provoke?" Franka guessed, "That Lady Moon or the Official Extraordinary?"

"It's all possible." Lumian doesn't think about it if he doesn't understand it, it's a good thing anyway, which means he can start promoting Sequence 7 "Arsonist"!

And this also made him intuitively realize a situation: he didn't have to summarize all the rules of the play in order to completely digest the corresponding potions.

After summarizing some of the rules that belong to you, as long as you play it properly and continue to receive feedback, you can use the accumulation of times or time to digest the potion.

Therefore, most extraordinary people may rely on time to digest potions by chance without knowing the premise of "playing the law......

Lumian muttered in a knowing voice.

After allocating the potions and deciding to sell all the other loot for money, Lumian said goodbye to Franca, and deliberately walked around the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the door of room 206 open, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp shining down the dark corridor. As Lumien passed by, he looked inside and saw Gabriel, dressed in his favorite black suspenders, sitting on the edge of the bed, observing the aisle outside.

"You're finally back!" The playwright stood up in joy.

Lumian raised his right eyebrow: "You haven't been arrested by the police yet, have you?"

"......" Gabriel didn't know what to say for a moment. After a few seconds, he couldn't hide his joy and said, "Nathan. Mr. Lopp didn't call the police, he signed a contract with me and bought my script. He said that he originally wanted to give a down payment of 1,500 Filkin, but considering that we frightened him, he deducted 500, and when the play officially started, I would get a 2.5% share of the ticket revenue for each show. ”

Lumian laughed: "I thought it was the revolver who made him agree, and he would definitely regret it afterwards. I didn't expect your script to really move him. ”

You think so, why do you do that? Gabriel instinctively scolded. He explains: "Mr. Lopp understands the eccentricity of the artists and doesn't mind anything like that, and he says that his last mistress was a female painter who not only had a sheep on his balcony, but also wanted to try his hand at playing with a man's feelings, and prepared a fake prop for this, and tried to convince him that they broke up for it."

"You Triers." As the prankster king of Kordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but sigh.

Gabriel is from the provinces, not from Tril, and is completely unconcerned about the sarr's taunts. He said sincerely: "Thank you very much, although I don't agree with your approach, but without you, my script would never have been seen by Mr. Lope."

Speaking of this, Gabriel asked with some confusion: "Mr. Lop said that we writers are not careful at all, and even covered our faces when we arrived at his door, and after a few words of conversation with the doorman in charge of the lobby, he knew what we looked like, and once the police were called, none of us could escape. Why didn't you cover your face in advance when you tied up the doorman? Gabriel felt that Charles, as a gang leader, should not be so negligent.

Lumian calmly asked, "Why Meng?"

Gabriel asked blankly, "Why did you get blindsided again?"

Lumian replied in a calm tone, "Because Janameng."

What logic is this. Even as a playwright, Gabriel felt that he could not understand Chardi's thoughts. He could feel that Dichar was not in a normal state last night, but he didn't know the specific reason, and it was difficult to deduce

The mental condition and behavioral roots of the other party.

Gabriel sighed and said, "It's good that it turned out well, otherwise we would all be arrested by the police...... At this point, he paused, because he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Savoyard Party, and that every crime he had committed was worse than last night.

Lumien laughed and patted Gabriel on the shoulder: "Even if you are caught, you are only an accomplice, you don't have a weapon, and you can be released on bail for some money."

With that, he walked to his room and opened the door to 207.

Gabriel looked at Charles's back, a little dazed, but also a little happy.

In Room 207, Lumien scrutinizes "Fallen Mercury". He felt that if the short knife was not repaired, it would last for three months.

"Actually, you can ask Franca, she might know a few people who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons." Lumian half-closes his eyes and "communicates" with "Fallen Mercury". After a while, he knew what the fate of the land was in exchange for this time: the fate of Roger the black scorpion who drank heavily.

Lumian then put away the "Fallen Mercury", stood up, and left the room, going up to the third floor. He walked to the door of room 310 and heard the madman shouting in fear, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Lumian pulled out half of the wire and opened the door, where he saw the madman crouching on the moonlit ground, holding his head and trembling.

Lumian half-leaned against the doorframe and laughed: "You're lucky, the ghost of Montsouris hasn't come to kill you yet. I don't know if it's too busy, or if it's a passive slacking. ”