Seeing that it was getting late, Lumian planned to study Aurore's witchcraft notes until midnight, and then go back to Franca tomorrow morning to ask if the "Harvest Sacrifice" had been sold, and ask her to help keep an eye out for auxiliary materials such as salamander blood and magma pyroxene powder.

Well, Franca is a person who sleeps late and wakes up late, I'm going to look for her now, she's definitely still awake, and tomorrow it's not until 11 a.m., and she's mostly asleep...... In a flash of thought, Lumian changed his mind, packed up the wooden table, and got up to leave the Golden Rooster Hotel.

3 White Coat Street, in front of 601 apartment.

After a few knocks, Lumian saw Franca, with her long flaxen hair and a lake-blue silk nightdress, open the door.

"What's the matter this time?" The "witch" asked with a smile as she got out of the way.

Lumian didn't answer immediately, but looked around and said, "Jaanna isn't there?"

Franka unconsciously put away her smile: "You're here for her? She didn't have to sing tonight, she would have gone home a long time ago. ”

Lumian nodded: "That's good, lest you let me climb the outer wall and leave later."

"......," the corners of Franka's mouth twitched, "You're here to laugh at me?"

After a simple prank, Lumian sat down on the gray couch.

He was about to speak, and Franca, who had curled up in the easy chair, causing the hem of her nightdress to slip up visibly, "Tut" smiled: "You weren't in the market area in the afternoon, you didn't see a good show.

"The police cleaned up all the establishments involved in the gang, and Briniere, Simon, Christo, and Blake were all brought into the police headquarters, and they were almost arrested by the official extraordinaries and dealt with as exemplars. Fortunately, Gardner found the newly elected Hugue. Artois asked him to put pressure on the two major churches and the police headquarters, and after throwing a few scapegoats, the matter was calmed down. ”

Hugue. Artois really has a connection with the boss...... Lumian laughed: "You weren't caught?"

"I didn't go to those places today, and I spent an afternoon fighting evil with Jane and my top dancer. Why was he caught? So, there's nothing wrong with being lazy, and one of my favorite sayings is that lazy people are blessed with laziness. Franca replied with a smile.

"I haven't heard of it." Lumien casually asked, "Where is the saying?"

"I made it up." Franka replied nonchalantly.

Lumian pondered what Franca had just described, and asked rhetorically to verify his guess, "Did Jane propose not to go out in the afternoon and play cards in the room?"

"How do you know?" Franka was surprised.

She looked Lumien up and down, her eyes becoming suspicious: it couldn't be that Jaina herself told him, they had so much communication in private?

Lumian didn't hide it, and said calmly: "Charlie came to me today, and it happened that Jaina was also there, and I learned from him that this afternoon the official Extraordinary will join the police headquarters to do a big cleaning of the gang members in the market area.

"I told Jane to keep it a secret so as not to affect Charlie. It seems that she is really trustworthy and just drags you in the apartment in her own way. ”

"No wonder you're not here in the afternoon." It dawned on Franca.

She then became a little smug: Jane's heart is still towards me.

After a satisfied sigh, Franka asked vigilantly, "Why did Jane come to you?"

"Roger the Black Scorpion was killed, and she thought I was suspicious of someone who always had trouble with the Stingers." Lumian smiled.

Franka said half relieved and half funny: "This thing was actually carried by the Aurora Society.

"Ever since I came to Trier, every once in a while I would read in the newspapers that something was happening in such and such an area, and that the terrorist organization Aurora would announce that it was responsible. Unexpectedly, it was finally our turn to enjoy such treatment, and the follow-up investigation was distorted, and no one doubted us. ”

The Aurora Society is indeed responsible for this...... After laughing at Franca, Lumian brought the topic back on track: "I took the opportunity to attend a occult gathering in the afternoon, and I got the recipe for the Arsonist's potion, and I also have a clue to the corresponding main material."

"Luck no

Wrong. Franca's eyes widened slightly, "If it weren't for Intis, I wonder if you're lying to me, that is, in Intis, the Arsonist's potion recipe is so common and easy to come across."

Lumian made a request: "You help me keep an eye out for the blood of the fire salamander, the powder of magma pyroxene, and the red-crowned impatiens grass, which are auxiliary materials."

He didn't mention the star lily, as it was more common, and was available in larger florists.

"No problem." Franka asked in detail about the amount of each ingredient, and finally said, "Do you have enough money?" I mean the money to buy the main material for the potion. ”

In her opinion, the "Fireman" potion recipe must have drained Lumian's savings.

Lumian said, "I was about to ask if the harvest festival was sold."

"How can it be so fast? It's only been a day. I haven't even had time to attend any occult gatherings. Franka paused, "If you're in a hurry, I can lend you some, and I won't need to think about the next potion for a while."

"I'm not in a hurry." Lumian thought for a moment. He has not yet collected all the supporting materials.

Franca estimated: "In my experience, the negative effects of the harvest festival are difficult to avoid, and they are not too expensive to sell, only between 10,000 and 12,000 fergin.

"When you need money, I can give you 6,000 Filgin directly, just when I buy out the harvest festival. In addition, I can lend you between 20,000 and 30,000 Filkin, but you need to pay it back to me within three months. ”

"Okay." Lumian was not polite and agreed.

He quickly pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" and said to Franka, "I need to find someone who can repair extraordinary weapons."

Franka glanced at the short knife with strange patterns and asked suspiciously, "What is the value of an extraordinary weapon? The negative energy will be depleted. ”

"It's so useful, it's a while to be able to use it for a while." Lumian, of course, can't say he has a way to recharge "Fallen Mercury".

Of course, that must wait until he reaches the level of Sequence 6 and is more able to withstand the effects of pollution, otherwise that guy from Themipolos will probably take the opportunity to do something.

"Yes." Franka was impressed by Fallen Mercury's performance in the battle where Roger "Black Scorpion" was killed, "I'll help you ask, but this extraordinary weapon that is suspected to be tainted should not be taken over by any craftsman, for fear of bringing bad effects to itself."

"Artisan" ...... An extraordinary person who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons? After exchanging a few more words, Lumien and Franka left room 601 and returned to Market Avenue and entered the Breeze Ballroom.

Although it was close to midnight, it was still quite lively, and Lumian entered the finance office in the corridor on the second floor, opened the safe there, and asked the accountant and cashier on the night shift: "How much cash do you have now?"

The accountant was a lady in her thirties, wearing glasses, and very Sven.

She said with a little trepidation: "Almost 28,000 Filkin, plus some change."

By this time, Lumian had opened the door of the safe, and saw the stacks of bills, the glowing golden coins.

He counted it and said calmly, "Give me 12,000 Filkin."

"Huh?" The accountant and the cashier made frightened noises at the same time.

Although Mr. Charles is the protector of the Breeze Ballroom, he can't take that much cash in one go.

The accountant gave the younger cashier a look and told her to go to the next office to find René, the ballroom manager.

This Gardner. Martin's designated operator was dressed in formal attire, looked at the safe and said, "Mr. Charles, why did you take away 12,000 Filkins?"

"Personal expenses." Lumian responded.

René muttered for a few seconds and said, "No problem.

"For the first two years, Baron Brinell took forty thousand dollars in cash from the ballroom every year

Between fifty thousand filkins. But when he handed over before, he took away 15,000 Filkin, which originally belonged to the first half of the year, and now it is not yet the second half of the year. Mr. Charles, how about the 12,000 Filkins as an advance? ”

"Yes." Lumian didn't care what name he used, he only needed the 12,000 Filkin.

After putting the cash in the cloth bag, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.

The 30,000 filkins for the extraordinary properties of the "Burner" are almost all together, just waiting for the news of the auxiliary materials.

- He now has a total of 26,710 Feldin, and the "Harvest Sacrifice" can still be worth 6,000.

Out of the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian, who was carrying a lot of cash, suddenly felt a little uneasy.

It was not that he was afraid of being robbed, but that he was afraid of a conflict, breaking the money bag and breaking the banknotes.

You have to put it in a safe place, you can't keep it like this...... Lumian walked along Market Avenue, intending to transfer to the safe house he rented on White Coat Street.

It wasn't long before he saw the brightly lit market district congressman's office.

It is a four-story building with a classical shape and earthy yellow.

The top two tiers each have a statue of the "Sunbird" and the "Giant Cogwheel".

The celebration dinner isn't over yet...... Lumian shook his head disdainfully.

He thought for a moment, sat down in the shadows across the street, and observed the guests leaving the banquet hall.

Hugue, who was supported by the Savoyard Party and the Stinger Gang, and was praised by "Lady Moon". Artois is anything but simple. Some of the guests he invited were probably "problematic people" who were involved in the plot of the Predator Cross.

As the minutes ticked by, and more and more guests left the MP's office, Lumian found no suspicious people, only to be sure that most of them belonged to high society, all well-dressed, and many faces had appeared in newspapers large and small.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

It was Gardner, who had an affable temperament, fleshy cheeks, black sideburns and a few silver hairs, and brown and red eyes. Martin.

Gardner, the boss of the Savoyard Party. Martin.

Gardner, dressed in a tuxedo and wearing a dark bow tie, seemed to notice, and suddenly turned his head sideways to look at the shadow where Lumian was sitting.

Lumian chuckled inwardly.

His thoughts raced, and he made a split second as he stood up and faced Gardner. Martin walked over.

Gardner. Martin looked at him with deep eyes, showing no emotion.

"Good evening, Boss." As he got closer, Lumian bowed his head in greeting.

Gardner. Martin asked, seemingly casually, "What are you doing here?"

Lumian replied honestly: "I came out of the Breeze Ballroom and saw that the dinner in the councilor's office was not over yet, and I was going to take a look at Hugue. What guests did Mr. Artois invite, so as not to offend those who should not be offended later. ”

Gardner. Martin bowed his head lightly and said calmly, "It's a good habit."

He then motioned for Lumian to leave, and he led his butler Faustino to the private carriage that came by.

Lumi moved with peace of mind. followed and took the initiative to say, "Boss, I advanced 12,000 filkins in the dance hall today."