Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Fake? Lumian twitched his right eyebrow, as if he heard fate's merciless mockery of Charlie.

Charlie gave up his fragile principles, slept with Mrs. Alice for a few days, got into a life lawsuit, lost his job as an apprentice waiter, and got only a fake diamond necklace?

For some reason, Lumian suddenly had the urge not to just succumb to fate.

Although it wasn't his thing, it made him feel a little bit empathetic.

I'm going to **** fate!

You mocked me, I will ridicule and provoke me back!

At this moment, Lumian vaguely grasped another rule of playing the "provocateur", but it was still rough and not accurate enough.

He looked at Charlie and asked thoughtfully, "Do you think that Mrs. Alice deceived you, or that the pawnshop saw you as poor and unable to identify the authenticity of the necklace, and deliberately found such a reason to keep the price down?"

"I, I don't know." Charlie said incomparably calm and painful.

After a pause, he added with difficulty: "I suspect it's Mrs. Alice. You see, there are so many people who come here to mortgage, and the appraiser handles dozens or hundreds of things every day, most of which are valuables. Just lie to me? She, how could she..."

Charlie couldn't speak.

Pawnshops are not allowed to cheat everyone equally, how much price can be pressed, and the more expensive the item, the more it will be pressed? Lumian sighed, and said with a chuckle, "Why not? Many rich people don't make their fortunes through kindness and hard work. They can deceive you with fake ones, so why give them real ones?"

"Maybe Mrs. Alice is such a rich person, or even not so rich, who cheats young people like you by living in the White Swan Hotel."

Lumian did not deny all rich people, because in that group, a large number of people did make their fortunes by relying on talent, talent, hard work and opportunity, for example, Aurora.

After being teased by him for a few words, Charlie's face muscles visibly twisted.

He resentfully said to himself: "Yeah, during this period of time, Mrs. Alice has never invited me to have a big meal, and she always asked me to go to room service at seven or eight o'clock in the evening...

You are so deceitful, are you really a Lim? Lumian couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his face.

He immediately stood up and said, "Take that necklace back, let's go to another **** shop."

"What if it's true?"

Charlie froze for a moment and said, "Okay, okay!"

He is not so willing.

Lumian warned again: "Pay attention to check, don't let them change the necklace."

"Yeah." Charlie tried to cheer up, "I was looking at that necklace every day some time ago, and remembered every detail of it!"

After getting back the diamond necklace, Lumian accompanied Charlie to find two other **** shops in the Observatory area.

The identification result is the same as before, the necklace is fake, it can only be 11-15 Filkin.

Charlie grew more and more frustrated, more and more broken.

Lumian glanced at him and said with relief: "At least I can be a dozen or so Filkins, which is enough for you to last for more than a week, and I have spare money to buy drinks from the waiters at the cafe on White Coat Street and let them introduce new jobs. .”

Charlie spent about 1 Filkin a day including rent, and a little less if he didn't go to the speakeasy for a drink.

"Yeah..." Charlie sighed.

Lost to the extreme, after accepting the reality, he felt that there was still hope in life after being told so.

Lumian thought for a while and said, "Other possibilities cannot be ruled out. For example, the **** shop here has private contacts and communications to deceive people like you who don't wear well and mortgage valuables without corresponding invoices. You Do you want to take the necklace to a specialized jewelry store for appraisal?"

"That will pay a fee." Charlie looked embarrassed.

It's okay if it's true, but if it's fake, then his modest assets may be reduced by one-third to one-half.

Lumian sighed and said, "Give me the diamond necklace, and I'll find a friend for you to appraise. There is no charge.

kind of. You should have some money on you, so you can last through today, right? "

"I still have 2.6 Filkin." Charlie handed the diamond necklace to Lumian with expectant eyes.

Lumian put away the necklace and said with a smile, "Aren't you worried that it's real after the appraisal, but I will return you a fake one and tell you that those pawnshops are all right?"

"..." Charlie's expression froze again.

After a second, he exhaled and said, "I believe you, and, I already think it's fake."

Lumian waved his hand, bid farewell to Charlie, and walked towards Purgatory Square.

Near the catacombs, Aosta Trull, wearing a hooded black robe, sat in his old position facing the campfire.

"Aren't you going to change places?" Lumian walked over and asked with a smile.

Aosta laughed and said, "My divination and interpretation are accurate to a certain extent. Many people have already introduced friends here. If we change places, wouldn't we lose the accumulated customers? They are all Felkin! "

"What are accumulated customers? They are obviously accumulated fools." Lumian said half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.

Aosta dared not refute.

Lumian immediately asked, "I have something to ask Mr. K, how should I contact him?"

It turned out that they didn't come to see me... Aosta breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly: "People who have attended the party can go directly to the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine, which is the building where we met, Scheer No. 19 Street, knock on the door of Room 103 according to the rhythm of three longs, two shorts and one long, and then someone will take you to see Mr. K. If you don’t want to go in person, you can send a letter to Room 103, No. 19 Scheer Street, Boulevard District, The addressee is Guillaume Pierre."

What a fake pseudonym... The rhythm of knocking on the door at ordinary times is different from the rhythm of knocking on the door before the party... Mr. K didn't even tell me this. He thought Aosta could speak? Lumian nodded, bid farewell to Aosta, and returned to the ground.

When he passed the entrance of the catacombs, he saw a group of visitors holding lit white candles, following the administrator through the naturally formed arch, and entering the "Empire of Death".

Withdrawing his gaze, Lumian went all the way out and took a public carriage to No. 19 Sheer Street in the boulevard area.

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intelligence.

When he attended the party, he deliberately covered his face with a bandage, and restored the state when he killed Maggot, in order to let Mr. K know about that incident, so as to show his own value and more impulsive and extreme character.

And this can also "win the trust" of Mr. K.

Lumian shook his head: "It's another question..." He then told how he knew Charlie, how he helped him get out of trouble but was hated by Suzanne Mathis, and how he was almost killed by that strange creature. Fortunately, the official Extraordinary Arrived in time and waited for the matter to be told exactly, without a single lie, but without mentioning many details.

This corroborated with the intelligence he wanted to buy at the party.

"You want to seek protection?" Mr. K asked in a low voice after listening quietly.

Bottom? Do you think too highly of yourself? A more accurate word should be protection! Lumian muttered a few words silently, nodded solemnly and said, "Yes."

Mr. K said in a hoarse voice: "It should be a soul-like creature, much like an evil spirit. Under normal circumstances, as long as you move out of the market area, it can no longer affect you, but the official Extraordinary has obviously set its sights on this thing." Things, if you move away now, you are likely to be suspected, and if Suzanne Mathis remembers you or even marks you, you may be attacked wherever you are, and many abilities can exceed the distance limit, no Need it to actually leave the territory."

No wonder the two ladies didn't suggest that I move out...Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "Then what should I do?"

Mr. K said slowly: "I can provide some protection, but you need to do one thing for me."

"What's the matter?" Lumian asked very "urgently".

Mr. K clasped his hands in front of him and said, "Join any gang in the market area and become the leader."

The organization behind Mr. K wants to indirectly control the market area? Lumian replied without hesitation: "No problem!"

Mr. K nodded slowly and took the index finger of his left hand with his right palm.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled hard, and forcibly tore off the finger, revealing the **** wound and white bones.

Lumian felt pain just by seeing it.

Surprisingly, neither Mr. K's wound nor the finger oozes blood, they are just at the edge, twisted, retracted, and gradually "healed".

"Bring it, it can help you at critical times." Mr. K threw the severed finger at Lumian.

At the wound on his left palm where the fingers were missing, the flesh and blood were wriggling violently, as if a new one was about to grow.