Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lumian stretched out his right hand and accurately caught the severed finger.

Feeling the weight of his fingers and the heat that hadn't subsided yet, he was surprised and shocked: he had imagined what kind of protection Mr. K might provide, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly tear off a finger and throw it to himself. , Said that it can help at critical moments!

This is too outrageous, right?

Leaving aside what role a severed finger can play, isn't Mr. K afraid that I will use his flesh and blood to do something?

In mysticism, one's own flesh and blood is very important, once it falls into the hands of people with malicious intentions, it may bring about very serious consequences.

No one wants to encounter a terrible curse inexplicably!

Considering that Mr. K is powerful, not illiterate in mysticism, and can even act as a "notary", Lumian suspected that he had a way to avoid the various effects of the separated flesh and blood, so he dared to tear off his fingers and hand them to others.

Moreover, this severed finger is obviously miraculous.

I don’t know if I can exchange the fate of “encountering the ghost of Montsouris” with “Fallen Mercury” to this finger and get blood. As the prank king of Kordu Village, Lumian always There will be some whimsy.

Resisting the impulse, he withdrew his gaze from the severed finger and turned to Mr. K again.

At this time, Mr. K has grown a new finger that is slightly wet. The skin is very tender and the color is white.

"Thank you." Lumian said in a low voice, and put the severed finger into the pocket of the gray-blue worker's uniform.

Mr. K gently led the way: "You can leave now, don't forget our agreement."

"One more thing." Lumian took out the diamond necklace, "Can you help me see if it's real or fake? I need to exchange it for some money."

He already owed Mr. K a favor, and he didn't care about owed more.

What should I do if I can't make it? Sell ​​yourself to the organization behind Mr. K! This is exactly what Lumian is for.

Mr. K asked the waiter who led Lumian into the ground to take the diamond necklace and looked at it in his hand.

Vaguely, Lumian seemed to see a little golden light seeping out from the shadow of Mr. K's hood.

After a few seconds, Mr. K put the diamond necklace back into the waiter's hand: "It's fake, the workmanship is fairly fine, and it can be worth 50 Filkin."

"Okay." Lumian didn't hide his helplessness, and said instead, "Also, I need a set of identification."

An important reason why he has been living in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" is that there is no ID card.

After receiving Mr. K's affirmative answer, he left No. 19 Scheer Street and returned to Candide Market in a public carriage. Lumian sometimes thought about how to join a certain gang without attracting suspicion, and sometimes guessed that the severed finger might be What role does it play, and sometimes think about how to get those pawnshops to pay more money for fake diamond necklaces, at least 3 Filkins...

Amid all kinds of thoughts, Lumian gradually came up with an idea.

At the same time, he planned to find a safe house in the Candide Market area and the Botanical Garden before the afternoon, the kind that didn't require identification.

"I still have 850 Felkins and 24 Copes on me now, deducting the informant Anthony. The final payment of 400 from Rhett has not yet been given, and the remaining 450 Felkins are enough to rent two or three safe houses..." Lumian Think carefully about how much money you have.

He pursed his lips and felt that it was necessary to put Mr. K's severed finger in the Golden Rooster Hotel before renting a room.

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian found a room on White Coat Street in the Candide Market District and Stone Street in the Botanical Garden that did not require identification.

Of course, the rent has a certain premium. The former is not much better than Room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", but it costs 6 Filkin per week. The latter is more similar to the apartment rented by Aosta Trull, and the neighbors around A worker in the south factory, 10 Felkin per week.

Lumian paid four weeks' rent at a time, but didn't get any concessions.

Back at the "Golden Rooster Hotel", he watched "Men's Aesthetics" for a while, and softened his body with cosmetics.

The edges and corners of the body have been improved, the shadows in some places have been increased, and the eyebrows have been trimmed.

After a while of busy work, Lumian completed the initial disguise, which made him look like an ordinary man in his twenties with a dangerous temperament.

After combing his blond and black hair, he put on his dark blue peaked cap, took Mr. K's severed finger, and walked all the way to the Breeze Ballroom on Market Avenue.

He didn't go in directly like the other guests, he stopped between the khaki building and the white spherical statue with countless heads, and said to the two gangsters guarding the gate: "I want to see Baron Brinel. "

Without waiting for the two gangsters to come back, he added: "You tell the Baron, it's Charles who met last time. He should be very happy to see me again."

The two gangsters looked at each other. After all, they didn't dare to delay Baron Brinel's business, so they separated one of them and entered the ballroom.

In less than five minutes, the gang member came out and said to Lumian, "The baron asked you to go to the place where we met last time."

The cafe on the second floor? Lumian smiled, put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly into the Breeze Ballroom, and went up the stairs, where he saw Baron Brinel holding a mahogany pipe.

This gentleman was wearing a black suit made of fine tweed, with a half-height silk top hat on his hand, and a shiny ring on his left palm. He was protected by four gangsters behind him.

"Sit." Baron Brinel swept his brown eyes, smiled and pointed to the seat opposite the table.

Lumian walked over generously, sat down, looked at Baron Brinel's deep-lined face and natural curly brown hair, and said, "Good afternoon, we meet again."

Baron Brinel tapped the bottom of the mahogany pipe and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Lumian took out Charlie's fake diamond necklace and said calmly, "I'm a little short of money recently, and I want to mortgage this necklace to you. It's worth 1,500 Filkin, and you can just give me 1,000."

Baron Brinel turned his head to his opponent and said, "Go find someone to identify it."

"Yes, Baron." A gangster thug with obvious bruises on his forehead walked out of the cafe.

Brinell looked at Lumian again, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, makeup technology has improved significantly, although there are still many flaws, but compared with before, you are not so easy to be recognized at a glance .”

"Thank you for your suggestion." Lumian laughed. "Men's Beauty is a good magazine."

The two chatted about worthless topics until the gangster who had just left the cafe came up with a man in his forties wearing a formal suit, a bow tie and carrying a toolbox.

After some identification, the man walked up to Baron Brinel, put the necklace on the table, and said in a low voice, "It's fake."

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With a swipe, all the gangsters present pulled out their revolvers.

Baron Brinel drew the corners of his mouth and looked at Lumian. He found that the boy had a calm face, as if he hadn't heard the words of the jewelry appraiser or seen the movements of the thugs.

Baron Brinel nodded to the appraiser with his smile unchanged: "You go back first."

"Yes, Baron." The jeweler left the cafe in a panic.

Baron Brinel put down his mahogany pipe, fisted the diamond ring on his left hand, and asked Lumian with a smile, "Do you know that this necklace is fake?"

Lumian also smiled: "I know."

Before he finished speaking, the revolver was aimed at him.

Seeing that Lumian was unmoved, Baron Brinel asked curiously, "Then do you know that I can find someone to verify the authenticity of diamonds?"

Lumian replied with an unchanged smile, "I know."

Baron Brinel's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you know everything, why do you dare to borrow 1000 Felkin with a fake necklace? Why do you think I will give it to you?"

Lumian stood up slowly, ignoring the slap in the face

Unlocking a pistol, he put his hands on the edge of the table.

He lowered his body slightly, looked down at Baron Brinel, and raised the corner of his mouth, "I killed Maggot from the Stinger gang."

The smile on Baron Brinel's face froze.

His childlike instincts zoomed in, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the person in front of him.

The four gangsters who pointed their pistols at Lumian were also all of a sudden, their eyes all widened.

As the opponents of the Stingers, they know better than anyone how strong Maggot is!

At this time, Lumian raised his head, his eyes without any emotion slowly swept across the faces of the thugs.

Every gang member he watched subconsciously had the urge to avoid his gaze, so that his arms reacted, and the guns moved away from him one after another.

Baron Brinel quickly returned to normal, and turned to the four thugs: "Put away your pistols! Didn't I teach you how to treat guests?" After teaching his men, he asked Lumi curiously Ann: "How did you kill Maggot?"

"I gave him a knife, the poisonous one, but I don't know where he fled before he died." Lumian replied lightly.

This is in line with the initial information received by Baron Brinel. He narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Do you know what it means to take my 1,000 Felkin?"

Lumian smiled nonchalantly: "I know."

Room 504 of "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Seeing Lumian outside the door, Charlie asked excitedly, "Is it true or false?" "Fake, it's worth 50 Filkin at most." Lumian said casually as he walked into the room.

He found that Charlie had ripped off the portrait of Suzanne Matisse, leaving only glued paper marks.

Charlie had been mentally prepared. Although he was disappointed, it was not serious. He laughed at himself and said, "It's worth at least 50 Filkins. A good **** shop should be able to mortgage 20 Filkins."

Lumian glanced at him and laughed, "But I sold that fake necklace for 1,000 Filkin."

"Huh?" Charlie almost froze.

Lumian took out the thick stack of banknotes and said with a smile, "The fake necklace is yours, and it's worth 50 Filkins, so I can only give you this much, and the rest is my labor fee, no problem, right? "