Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Hearing Lumian's words, Charlie's body trembled:

"You, you don't want people to know that you joined the Savoie Party?"

In his perception, whether it is the Savoy Party, Stinger Gang, or other gangs, the leaders have a certain reputation, and they can be used to scare others in the chaotic streets and market areas, and they have never seen the police looking for them. .

Lumian took a sip of sour wine and smiled again:

"That's okay, I just remind you, don't talk about things you shouldn't talk about."

He has now mixed into the Savoie Party, but he should not be regarded as the leader. After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoie Party and has few thugs to follow him. He just manages a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel".

Therefore, Lumian also hopes to gain a greater reputation as soon as possible and quickly improve his status in the Savoy Party in order to complete Mr. K's mission.

To complete Mr. K's task is to further gain his trust and favor, and to join the organization behind him to complete the task of Ms. "Magician".

Why does it feel weird? Lumian touched his chin with his left hand.

Charlie next to him asked cautiously: "What things should not be said?"

He had some guesses, but he was afraid that his guesses were not comprehensive enough, so he offended this friend who had no law in his eyes without realizing it.

Lumian smiled, turned his head, and looked at Charlie: "I can't talk about Suzanne and Mattis, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer and entered the police station to communicate with you."

He had wanted to tell Charlie this for a long time, but he never found the opportunity.

"Understood." Charlie relaxed, and said expectantly: "I'm going to tell the people in the bar how you and I overthrew Wilson and kicked him out of the hotel."

Bragging in the form of speeches is one of his hobbies.

At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little darker. His gut told him that Charlie was going to be a little unlucky lately, but not too badly.

Theoretically speaking, this should have nothing to do with Suzanne Matisse, otherwise it would not be just a little bad luck, but a disaster... It seems that there is no need to worry about Suzanne Matisse recently, but how many days? Lumian analyzed the fortune he sensed.

He also discovered just now that unless the other party is particularly unlucky, or very lucky, or something that will endanger his life will happen recently, he must concentrate and patiently sense the target in order to grasp the rough fate of the target through intuition.

This is different from the "Hunter"'s intuition of danger, which cannot be completely passively stimulated.

Charlie's voice became softer as he spoke. He looked back at Lumian and said, "You, what are you doing looking at me?"

He seriously suspected that Charles wanted to play tricks on him again!

Lumian smiled: "You should go to the nearest Eternal Sun Church to pray for good luck, or you will encounter some bad things recently." His tone of voice deceived Aosta Trull People are exactly the same.

"What's wrong?" Charlie blurted out.

It took him a second to react: "How do you know.?"

"I guess." Lumian replied with a smile.

Sure enough, he was joking, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I hope you can guess correctly."

"No, it must be accurate." Lumian said that he couldn't be more truthful.

Charlie looked at him suspiciously, disbelief written all over his face.

Lumian chuckled: "If you're not sure, I'll flatter you, so that even if something bad happens to you, it proves that my guess is accurate."

Charlie couldn't find the words to respond for a moment. Can it still be like this?

However, this idea is quite good, and it can be used to prank other people by changing it...

Lumian was about to stand up, when he suddenly saw a khaki stray dog ​​so thin that its bones were sticking out, approaching the "Golden Rooster Hotel" along the shadow of the street, trying to pass by the peddler who sold the rotten fruit, grab him and throw it away. Trash.

Stray dogs move very cautiously, because there are many poor people who want to catch them and eat them.

At this moment, Lumian stepped over, stretched out his hand to hold the stray dog's neck, and pressed it to the ground.

The stray dog ​​was caught off guard, failed to respond effectively, and struggled frantically with its limbs.

It opened its mouth ferociously, trying to bite, but it couldn't turn its head.

With the other hand, Lumian took out the vial that originally contained tulip powder, and poured the contents into his pocket.

Then he held the vial next to the stray dog's head, and the sleep dripped from it as it opened its mouth and barked.

Not long after, Lumian took 5 milliliters, so he let go of his right palm that was holding the stray dog's neck and stood up.

The stray dog ​​wanted to bite him reflexively, but after being glanced at by him, he groaned, clamped its tail, and ran away quickly.

Charlie next to him was stunned. A story he had heard before quickly emerged in his mind.

The protagonist in that story likes to use a sentence written by the best-selling author Aurora Lee to describe the viciousness of the villain: Every dog ​​passing by will be kicked by him twice!

Lumian gulped down the sour wine and entered the hotel.

When he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who always had a bad face, stood up and smiled: "Good morning", Shire, Mr. Shire. "

Lumian glanced at the overweight Mrs. Firth, and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Eve didn't come today?"

Mr. Eve is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and the reputation of his stingy voice is widely spread in the street.

As the newly promoted "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian felt that it was necessary to have a chat with Mr. Eve, lest he worry that the Savoy Party would ask him for more money and go straight to the police.

Mrs. Firth curled her lips quietly: "Although he is very stingy, he only asks someone to clean the hotel once a week, but he himself, tsk, likes cleaning very much, so he is not willing to come to the hotel."

"Who cleans in his house?" Lumian asked amusedly.

"He is a widower, and he and his two children clean up by himself." Mrs. Firth looked contemptuous.

If she had that much money and a hotel, she would definitely hire people to do these things, and she would only be responsible for enjoying herself.

Lumian nodded and smiled: "I didn't see him coming after the fight on Monday. Is he still alive?"

Mrs. Firth said with a little fear:

"I'd go to his house three times a week, give him the hotel money. And all the bills, and I'd tell him you wanted to see him."

She misunderstood Lumian, thinking that he was... threatening Mr. Eve-if he didn't come to see the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" soon, he would have to consider whether he was still alive.

Without explaining, Lumian went up to the second floor, entered the room, and put Mr. K's finger hidden under the pillow back into his pocket.

Before he finished handling the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to store the materials he collected later, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Lumian opened the door with some doubts, because he was not familiar with the footsteps at all.

Standing outside the door was a man in his forties. He was wearing a dark jacket, brown trousers that had been washed to white, and a cap of dirty cotton. He asked with a smile, "Is that Charles?"

"Could it be a lady?" Lumian smiled.

At the same time, he has finished observing the other person's appearance, expression and body movements: the brownish hair is a bit greasy, but it is neatly combed, the dark brown eyes are obviously flattering, there are some smile lines around the mouth, the whole person The image is not bad, it belongs to the kind that is more friendly but hard to hide.

"Yes, yes, yes." The man echoed Lumian's words.

Lumian raised his eyebrows: "You are?"

"I live in 401. Fitz, a bankrupt businessman." The slightly slippery and friendly middle-aged man laughed.

Without waiting for Lumian to ask further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose: "It's like this, I went bankrupt because I was cheated of 100,000 Filkin, and I traveled back and forth between Trier and Suhit for ten minutes. After a few years, I managed to save a fortune and planned to get married and have children, but I met that liar who cheated me of all my savings under the pretext of a joint venture business.

"If you can help me get that money back, I'll give you 30%, no, 50%!"

Lumian didn't let Fitz enter Room 207, and stood at the door with folded arms, smiling. Asked rhetorically:

"Why didn't you ask Maggot or Wilson for that money?"

This does not need to pay anything in advance.

Fitz didn't hide anything: "I approached Margot, and he agreed, but one day, he told me that the money would never come back."

Are the Stingers coming back? Is that liar also bankrupt, or is the power behind him making the Stingers a little afraid? Lumian, who hadn't taken it seriously at first, concentrated his mind: "Did Marget say why?"

Fitz shook his head: "No, but it certainly wasn't because Timmons became poor."

"The "different" dance hall he opened in the Tianwen District is very profitable!"

Timmons... Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the liar, or that he was under the protection of some big and powerful figure, so that the Stingers didn't dare to force him to pay back the money.

Of course, the possibility that Timmons himself is very powerful is not ruled out.

"Then why do you think I can help you get back?" Lumian asked Fitz with a smile.

Fitz thought for a few seconds, and said honestly: "You are more ruthless than Maggot, and even if you don't dare to ask for it after investigation, I can't lose anything."

"If I don't get that money back, I can't pay anything."

"Very honest." Lumian nodded, "I'll find out the truth later, but don't expect too much."

If Timmons is the Stinger gang who was scared off by bluffing, who wouldn't love the easy way to earn 50,000 Filkin?

The bankrupt businessman Fitz was just trying it out, but after getting an affirmative answer, he kept expressing his gratitude and left the second floor

At this time, Lumian found that his spirituality had recovered a lot, but only recovered, this part

More spiritual than he was originally.

"The mendicant monks also brought about a substantial increase in spirituality. At least at the level of Sequence 8, my spirituality will not be much worse than other paths..." Lumian muttered silently.

At the same time, he remembered a little bit of the subtle feeling he had when drinking sour wine just now: if he can keep poverty, be temperate, don’t drink, don’t waste himself, seek alms and preach, and demand himself with the attitude of an ascetic monk, then he is doing the right thing. The success probability and final effect of the 0 intuitive induction of fortune and the five ritual magic will be improved to a certain extent.

But he doesn't intend to do that, he thinks it will lead him to become more and more like the "blesser", gradually assimilated.

Reining in his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find someone from the Savoy Party to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Skill of Prophecy".

Make the most of everything!