Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Lord of the Mysteries 2 Ring of Fate!

Anthony Reid looked at Lumian and said calmly, "What's the matter with you?"

"I heard from Pawar that you are a very credible information dealer." Lumian directly explained who sent him here, and did not waste time on testing each other.

The plump-cheeked Anthony Reid showed a clear expression, and pointed to the chair placed in the center of the room: "What information do you want, or what information do you want to entrust me to collect?"

Facing the honest and reliable Anthony Reid, Lumian was always a little uneasy. He sat down on the chair and said succinctly: "I want to find two people."

"Name, appearance, characteristics." Anthony Reid glanced at Lumian's left waist.

Lumian recalled: "One is Guillaume Bennet, who used to be the priest of the Church of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', and the other is Puaris de Roquefort. More than a month ago, she and her husband Beost, housekeeper Louis Lund, and maid Cassie came to Trier together.

"I don't have a picture of them, but I can only tell you, Guillaume. Bene has short black hair, blue eyes, austere, lustful, with a hooked nose, and Pouaris has long, brown hair. , with a pair of bright brown eyes, relatively light and sparse eyebrows, a clean but attractive temperament..."

After listening quietly, Anthony Reed stood up, walked to the wooden table by the window, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of white paper and a sharpened pencil.

He started sketching and finished two portraits in a short time.

"See if it looks like it." Anthony Reed handed the two sketches to Lumian.

Lumian took a look and found that both the priest and Mrs. Pouaris were lifelike and lifelike. Except for the lack of color, they were not much different from the photos.

"Very similar.

"Just based on my simple description, you have restored it to this level?" He thought that Anthony Reed would draw multiple drafts for himself to choose, and then further correct and refine them.

Anthony Reed smiled rarely: "What I restored was the photo on the official arrest warrant.

"The authorities are looking for them too."

No wonder...Lumian suddenly realized.

The priest of the church, Guillaume Bennet and Mrs. Pouaris, are both believers of evil gods who have received "gifts". After Lai En and others report to them, they will definitely attract corresponding attention!

Thinking of this, his uneasiness intensified instantly.

"I must be wanted too...Anthony. Has Rhett seen my portrait? Did he recognize me?" Lumian's heart was suspended, and he asked the intelligence dealer in front of him pretending to be calm: "I'm not surprised by this. I want to know how much their reward is?"

"Guillaume Benet's 20,000 Felkins, 500 Felkins for each clue, and the same for Puaris."

Anthony Reid's tone was very steady.

Lumian smiled and said, "If you can find useful information, you can get a double bounty."

What he meant was that he could get one from the official, and he could get another one from here.

Anthony nodded: "I accept your commission, 500 Felkin, 100 in advance.

"This is my rule, you don't have to accept it, go find another intelligence dealer or bounty hunter."

"no problem."

He was about to take out the money when suddenly there was a gunshot outside the window.

Anthony. Reid suddenly trembled all over, as if encountering a natural enemy, he shrank his body and swished under the wooden table.

Lumian was a little stunned. Could this reaction be too exaggerated? Isn't this the daily state of chaotic streets?

There are gunshots, fights and large-scale conflicts here from time to time. People who live here should have been used to it for a long time. The only thing they need to do is stay away from the windows to avoid being hit by random gunshots.

Soon, the noisy voice initially subsided.

Anthony Reed slowed down for a few seconds and crawled out from under the wooden table.

"I'm sorry, but in the war a few years ago, I suffered from post-traumatic trauma and had to retire and return to Trier."

Then why do you want to live in a street where there are always gunshots? Lumian didn't ask, he turned to Anthony. Rhett's psychological problems were of no interest.

He took out a 50 Filkin bill and slid his finger over the bust of Levanks and the high street in the silhouette, the comings and goings of merchants.

Feeling the residual texture, Lumian handed the gray-blue staggered banknote, two gold louis, and two five-fell gold coins engraved with sunbirds to Anthony Reid.

His wallet was one-third lighter at once, and he couldn't help but feel like spending money like running water.

Take a look at Candide Market Picture Behind the Bills, Anthony. Reid bent his fingers, flicked the surface, and checked the authenticity in the sunlight.

After confirming that it was correct, he put away the money and asked Lumian, "Are you coming to me at a fixed time to see if there is any information, or give me the address, and I will throw the corresponding information into your room if I get something? "

"I live in 207." Lumian knew that he could not hide the fact that he was staying at the "Golden Rooster Hotel" from Anthony Reed, so he reported the room number directly.

After leaving room 305, his expression became serious, and he said to himself, "In the next few days, we must pay more attention to prevent Anthony. Rhett betrayed me...

"Do I have to find an opportunity to show my strength in front of him and convince him that I will take revenge?"

Lumian walked towards the stairs while thinking.

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting, laughing and crying: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Lumian followed the prestige and saw a man squatting at the door of Room 310.

The man was wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers, his shoulder-length black hair was disheveled.

At this time, he was holding his head with both hands, looking at the ground, and kept saying to himself: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

The voice was high and low, sometimes frightened and sometimes mad.

The occasionally sober lunatic that Charlie was talking about?

Lumian looked at it for a few seconds, moved closer, and asked curiously: "Why do you feel that you are about to die and have a terminal illness?" The man continued to shout without raising his head, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Lumian smiled, stepped directly over him, and walked into room 310 with the wooden door open.

The layout of this room was the same as the room 207 he lived in, and it was fairly clean, except for the occasional bedbugs that couldn't be driven away.

When Lumian glanced over the surface of things such as kerosene lamps, big-headed books, pens, and suitcases, the lunatic stood up and said stupidly, "This is my territory."

"I know." Lumian replied with a smile, "But aren't you about to die? I don't think you have any children or relatives, so the inheritance might as well be used to help poor neighbors like us."

He noticed that the lunatic was only twenty-seven or eight years old, and his black beard hadn't been shaved for some time, densely packed everywhere, making those blue eyes seem to be hidden in the depths of the jungle.

The lunatic was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his hair, and cried out in extreme pain: "They're all dead, they're all dead!

"I saw Montsouris ghosts, they were all dead, and I was dying too!"

Ghost of Montsouris? Lumian finally heard something different from the lunatic.

He deliberately provoked and stimulated the other party just now, just to see if he could get a different reaction.

The good feedback made him suddenly feel that the potion was showing signs of digestion.

One of the playing rules of the "provocateur" is: provocation is only a means, not an end? Lumian looked at the lunatic thoughtfully and said, "Why can the Montsouris ghost make them die and make you almost die?"

The lunatic lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Anyone who sees Montsouris' ghost will die, and so will his family, within a year!"

Is it a hallucination of a madman, or is there such a thing? If so, is it a curse?

Lumian tentatively asked, "Where did you meet the ghost of Montsouris?"

"Underground, underground! It's just underground in the market area!" The lunatic squatted down again, leaning his back against the wall, wrapping his hands around his body, trembling.

The underground world corresponding to the market area? Why don't you report to two churches and ask them to send someone to clean up the dirty things? Lumian muttered a few words silently.

Seeing that the lunatic had returned to the state of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", he gave up asking, walked out of room 310, and went down the stairs.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and Lumian decided to go around the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden at noon to get an overview of the area. In the afternoon, he went to the Catacombs to see if Aosta had received a message from the party convener. "reply".

In the alleys around the chaotic street, there are many obstacles made of stones, wood, branches and various garbage. Even on the main road, one can be encountered from time to time, but a road for two carriages has been opened in the middle .

They are called barricades, and they can be seen in many districts. Most of them have traces of smoke and fire, and some still have blackened blood. They are a unique scenery in Trier. end.

Lumian stepped on the low edge of a barricade, walked out of the dark alley, and came to the street.

He then walked towards the stop sign of the stagecoach, intending to take this kind of transportation to the botanical garden.

On the way, Lumian saw many homeless men lying in the corner basking in the sun, catching lice, all of them were dirty, emaciated and listless.

It reminded him of his previous wandering life.

Unlike the Kingdom of Loen, which forbids homeless people to sleep on the streets and in parks, the Intis Republic has not made any regulations on homeless people, except that they cannot enter paid places and private places. They often use this to mock Loen for being humane. care.

While thinking, Lumian narrowed his eyes while walking.

He felt like someone was following him!