Golden Summoner

Half an hour later, Xia Pingan, who was dressed again, walked out of the hotel room door.

Before leaving the room, Xia Pingan tidied everything in the room. He stepped on the chair, untied the rope from the beam in the room, threw it into the glove box, and put away the scattered wine bottles. , if the hotel owner saw the broken rope hanging on the beam and the scar on his neck, I don't know what the philistine and bad-tempered hotel owner would do.

As for his current identity, from the moment he walked out of this room, he could only be Roan, a down-and-out painter staying in Paris.

At this time, the hunger in the stomach becomes more urgent. Without food, the time for the body to adapt to the spirit body will be prolonged and recovery will be very slow. This is what Xia Pingan does not want to see.

There is a kettle in the room. In the past half hour, Xia Pingan only drank a little water.

Even this small amount of water was quickly absorbed by Xia Pingan's body, which slightly relieved his thirst. However, the feeling of hunger was still there. Xia Pingan felt that the hunger in his stomach was like fire, and the feeling in his stomach was burning. The acid surged up in waves and was already unbearable.

Xia Pingan pinched his pocket. There was no money in his pocket. The last of Luo An's wealth had been exchanged for wine.

In Paris at this time, it was popular to barter, or trade with precious metals such as gold and silver. As for the euros in circulation, their value had been greatly reduced. Some places did not even accept banknotes, only precious metals, because Europe was in chaos. , I heard that many banks were robbed by gangsters and gangs during the previous chaos. I heard that some people also produced a lot of counterfeit banknotes, which are not so easy to use.

Xia Pingan was wearing the most decent clothes he could find. The shirt inside was the linen shirt he wore when he hanged himself. Outside the shirt was a black windbreaker jacket. It was also a little old. It should have not been dry-cleaned for a long time. On the bed, Xia Pingan found an old blue scarf to cover the scars on his neck.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The cracked stair slab made a tooth-breaking sound when Xia Pingan walked by. The sound was so harsh that it was like an alarm, which made Xia Pingan's caution useless.

Sure enough, when Xia Ping'an walked downstairs, he saw the owner of the hotel, Garcia, standing at the corner of the stairs in a leisurely manner, holding his arms and looking at Luo An with a pair of greasy little eyes.

"Mr. Painter, are you finally willing to give up..." Garcia's thick arm stretched out and opened his hand in front of Luo An, "It's time to pay last month's rent..."

"You can ask the security team to take me away now and throw me to the farm to do hard labor..." Xia Pingan looked at Garcia calmly, his eyes were not panic at all, but slightly oppressive. "As a result, you will lose money." For one month's rent, you get an enemy, and you get nothing else..."

Garcia looked at Luo An with some surprise, feeling that this down-and-out painter who was usually submissive and cautious in front of him seemed a little strange today, actually daring to talk to him like this.

Just when Garcia raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry, Xia Pingan's voice rang again.

"It's not easy to make money in Paris at this time, and there are not many people staying in your small hotel. I know you are also in difficulty. I think we should establish a relationship of trust and tide over the difficulties together. You continue to guard your hotel, and I I’m going out today to find a way to make money to pay your rent, what do you think…”

The hotel owner looked at Luo An with suspicion, and hesitated for a moment, "Are you really willing to go out and make money, instead of just selling your crappy oil paintings that no one wants?"

These days, Luo An has also thought of ways to survive, and even set up a stall on the street for people to draw pictures. However, life is still becoming increasingly difficult.

In the opinion of the hotel owner, the profession of painter is completely useless in this chaotic situation and is too stupid.

"Ahem, people have to learn to change. I am adapting now. Since I can't make money by painting, I will find a job that I can do and work hard to make money for you to pay your rent. As long as it is a job that makes money, I will Everyone is willing to give it a try..."

"You don't just want to run away, do you?" The hotel owner looked at Xia Pingan with some suspicion.

"My belongings and those paintings are still in the room. Besides, where can I run to now? At least this place is safe and can be lived in. I won't be so stupid!"

Luo An's expression was very calm. The hotel owner finally believed his words and the expression on his face was no longer so serious. "Mr. Luo An, I hope you can keep your word. I will wait for you here and see when you come back in the evening." What can you earn?”

"I haven't eaten for a day. Before I leave, please bring me a breakfast of sufficient size so that I can have the strength to work!" The innkeeper's eyebrows rose again, about to get angry, and a curse word came to his mouth. But he blinked and held it back, because Xia Pingan had already thrown the silver enamel pendant to him, "There's no problem in exchanging this for a meal!"

There is also a photo of Olivia in the pendant, but that photo is meaningless to Xia Pingan. Olivia is just a stranger and has nothing to do with him now.

The hotel owner took the pendant, checked it, weighed it with his hands, and blinked, "Silver?"

"Well, my most beloved thing is now given to you!"

"Okay, this can be exchanged for a meal. Just sit there and wait, and I'll get you something to eat!"

On the first floor of the hotel near the street, there are a few small tables where people can drink and eat. The bar of the small hotel is empty and there is no wine, but there is still some food in the store.

Xia Pingan sat and waited for a while, and the hotel owner brought him a breakfast.

A crusty piece of rye almond bread, a glass of milk, and nothing else.

Xia Pingan was not picky and just took a big bite. The bread was a little hard, and there was even a little wheat bran in the bread. As for the milk, although it was hot, Xia Pingan took a sip and knew that it had been mixed with a lot of water. And no sugar.

But no matter what, after eating these things, although he was not full yet, the hunger in his stomach was not so imminent. Xia Pingan felt that he had regained a little strength and his body felt much better.

Xia Pingan ate the last crumbs of bread and the milk mixed with water in the cup, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the small hotel.

Let's get money and food first. As for Xia Ning and the others, they will think about it after they settle down.

The street outside the small hotel was a bit chaotic. Remaining building ruins and garbage could be seen everywhere. Sewage flowed across small ditches. Signboard shops and hotels are lined up on both sides of the street. Everyone is busy, everyone is cold and alert. Several old and lustful prostitutes are standing on the street with their thighs exposed early in the morning, carrying guns. People can be seen everywhere.

After walking a few hundred meters outside, Xia Pingan saw the security team here. More than a dozen young people wearing armbands carrying weapons such as rifles and submachine guns came from the front, scanning the crowd on the street, and also Showing his status in this residential area.

The security team is "protecting" the safety of residential areas, so people in residential areas and shops in various industries will also regularly "pay taxes" to the security team, which is actually paying protection fees.

When there is a security team in a place, all kinds of gangsters, gangsters and criminals will not dare to cause trouble at will. Public security is relatively guaranteed. Above the security team, there are various organizations in Paris. The security team is only responsible for maintaining the underlying order.

At this moment in Paris, even if it is broad daylight, you can still occasionally hear the echo of gunshots coming from the city, but everyone has become accustomed to it and is a little numb.

Xia Pingan had actually thought of how to get money. Luo An had been robbed twice by a few gangsters on a street outside this civilian area. Once, his glasses were broken. The security there was a bit chaotic. He was going to Go fishing, go rob those gangsters, those people should have more money than him.

When passing by a building ruins, Xia Pingan found a half-meter-long water pipe with an elbow from the ruins and hid it in his windbreaker. His body had not fully recovered yet. This thing was useful.