Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Lewis continued:

"Those three things, I will send someone to the 'Golden Rooster Hotel' later."

"How much?" Lumian planned to give Louis a little extra for his hard work.

Louis shook his head:

"The baron said that you don't need to pay, and your improvement of strength is the improvement of our Savoyard Party's strength."

Without Baron Brinel's special explanation, Louis could tell that he was buying people's hearts, anyway, it was less than 10 Felkin.

According to the baron, if I buy the materials needed to be promoted to "arsonist", I can ask him for reimbursement? Lumian sneered.

Louis took a sip of the pomegranate juice soda, and saw a group of people walking in from the gate of the Breeze Ballroom.

The leader is very tall, more than 1.9 meters, with short and soft light yellow hair, clinging to his head, like high-grade flannelette

surface layer.

He has a big nose, light blue eyes, bumps on his face, and extremely rough skin. He is wearing a tight black suit and a round hat with a wide brim.

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Louis' expression gradually became serious, he put down the soda bottle in his hand, and said to Lumian:

"I've got to go to the baron"

At this time, the tall and stout man in his thirties led several followers who were suspected gangsters, entered the stairs, and headed for the cafe.

"That is?" Lumian didn't hide his curiosity and doubts.

Louis stood up and explained casually:

"Simon the Giant who manages several dance halls on Nightingale Street."

"Isn't he also from our Savoie party?" Lumian asked.

Louis nodded:

"But his relationship with the baron is not very good. He keeps saying that since the baron is in charge of the usury business, he should put

Breeze Ballroom handed over. "

"I went up, and I don't know what he's here for."

Louis took a step or two, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lumian sitting motionless at the bar.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart:

"I don't know how to seize opportunities at all. Shouldn't I take the initiative to follow me up and stand next to the baron at this time? 'Giant' Simon really wanted to say something bad, so he glared at him and pointed a gun at him, so that the baron would Lu will gradually trust you."

"Well, although he is ruthless, crazy, and powerful, he is still a country boy who doesn't understand anything."

Of course, if Lumian really wants to go up to the second floor and go to the cafe to maintain the pomp of Baron Brinel, Louis will also refuse him. After all, the baron and "Giant" Simon are likely to talk about some of the more confidential matters within the Savoy Party. Not for a newcomer to sit in on.

Lumian was thinking at this time:

"There are also many contradictions within the Savoy Party."

"If Baron Brinel and Simon the Giant break out in a conflict and one of them dies, and the boss behind the scene wants to find someone who is strong enough to take their place, then I have a chance ?When the time comes, as long as I pass the test, I will be considered to have completed Mr. K's task.

"Except for those few leaders, there should be no one else in the Savoy Party who can kill Maggot alone."

"The question now is how to make Baron Brinel and the giant Simon angry without making people doubt me."

While thinking about it, Lumian ordered a glass of absinthe.

Before he finished drinking the dreamy green liquid, he saw "Giant" Simon leading his men from downstairs

When he came out of the stairs, his face was tense.

It seems that he is not in a very happy mood... Lumian nodded and looked away.

He was in no hurry to put his ideas into practice, because he still knew too little about the Savoyard.

In the evening, as soon as Lumian returned to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Mrs. Firth, who was sitting at the front desk, stood up and said to him:

"Mr. Eve is here, waiting for you in the restaurant on the first floor, by the window."

That's right, it came quite quickly... Lumian nodded slightly, and walked into the small restaurant on the other side of the lobby.

Mr. Eve had heard someone describe Charles's peculiar and fashionable hair color, and when he saw him walk into the restaurant, he stood there with a smile on his face.

up:

"Mr. Charles, here."

He is a man in his fifties, his blond hair has been partly dyed white, and he is neatly combed. He is wearing a dark-colored formal suit and a pair of chestnut tweed trousers. His eyes are blue and there is no cloudiness. Color, with a relatively sparse beard on his face.

Glancing at the cane leaning against the dining table, Lumian walked over with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. Eve."

After the two parties were seated, Eve signaled to the waiter that it was time to serve the meal.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently, so I didn't come to visit you until today." Eve said apologetically.

His accent is a standard native Trierian accent.

Lumian asked deliberately:

"You have more than this hotel under your name?"

Otherwise what are you busy with?

Eve was at a loss for words for a while, but he didn't expect that the other party couldn't understand what he said was a polite word.

He stammered:

"There are other businesses, but not much, not very good."

While the two were chatting, the waiter brought dinner, one for each.

Bean bisque, pork sausage, fehnepot rice, and a fifth of a plate covered in thin sauce.

"This is their special meat sauce." Eve introduced rather passionately.

Just ordered these? Lumian has a whole new appreciation for his landlord's stinginess.

He didn't pay too much attention to this, and ate Ferney with the sauce with a little meaty, peppery and vinegary taste.

Porter rice.

After tens of seconds, Lumian raised his head and asked Mr. Eve with a smile:

"With your stinginess, why are you willing to give each room some sulfur?"

He deliberately didn't use the more benevolent word "thrifty", and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Mr. Eve's face sank instinctively, and he looked unhappy.

He immediately restrained his emotions and showed a bitter smile:

"There are too many bedbugs in the hotel. If you don't give extra sulfur, no one will live there."

Yeah? As long as the price is cheap enough, poor people who are short of money don't care if there are bedbugs... Lumian Man

Carelessly cut a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth.

He chewed for a while before saying:

"Why not have two regular cleaners and do it every day? That will effectively reduce the number of bedbugs."

"Two regular cleaners cost 130 to 150 Filkins a month, and a weekly major cleanup costs only 18

Felkin. "Mr. Eve talked with great distress.

Lumian smiled:

"I mean, why don't you do your own cleaning chores and bring your kids?"

That would save even 18 Filkins a week.

Mr. Eve showed an excited expression, as if he thought it was a good idea.

After more than ten seconds, he sighed and said:

"Unfortunately, I have other things with them."

What's up? Lumian didn't ask much.

He had already established that it was a pure miser.

Glancing at Lumian, he thought about it and said:

"I used to give Maggot 20 Felkin every week, what day do you want?"

Lumian sneered:

"Don't give it to me, just do another big cleaning every week."

Mr. Eve was a little stunned, but he didn't object. After all, it only costs 18 Filkins to clean up, and the twice-weekly

If so, you can negotiate the price.

After Lumian finished eating the food on the dinner plate, he turned to ask:

"Do you know where the tenant before 504 went?" He was referring to the guy who pasted the portrait of Suzanne Matisse in Charlie's room. I don't know why they moved away.

Lumian asked Mrs. Firth about this before, but she didn't get any answer. After all, Mrs. Firth only cared about whether there were fish or not.

Pay enough rent, have you broken anything in the room, don't care where the tenants go after that.

Mr. Eve froze for a moment, looked at the remaining food on the plate and said:

"I don't know who you are referring to. I rarely come to hotels. I don't know which room lives in which person."

This reaction... seems to be a little guilty... Lumian raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't ask any more questions. He watched Mr. Eve clean up the plate, not a grain of rice or a drop of sauce left.

When Mr. Eve left, he walked out of the hotel after nearly twenty seconds, followed by the landlord in the distance.

He followed him to the middle of Market Avenue and watched Mr. Eve enter a beige six-story apartment.

Judging from the details Mrs. Firth usually mentioned, this should be Mr. Eve's home.

Lumian was not in a hurry to "visit" at the door. After all, some things are more convenient to do in the dead of night, and he is not sure whether the official Extraordinary is still chasing the matter of Suzanne Mathis, and whether they also want to learn from Mr. Eve Find some clues here, and it will be embarrassing if the two sides collide.

In that case, Lumian could only find a nearby "ground crack" to get in.

Under the light of the bright yellow street lamps, he walked around Mr. Eve's apartment and observed the surrounding

environment.

What impressed Lumian the most was that diagonally opposite the apartment, on the other side of Market Avenue, there was a remodeled brick-red three-story building.

It is a foyer supported by pillars, with a sign above it: "Old Pigeon Cage Theater".

At this time, people kept pouring in there, and there were occasional applause and music sounds inside, making it quite lively.

As far as Lumian knew, this was a drama theater aimed at ordinary people with low ticket prices, and it was the kind of unqualified opponent in the Candide Market area.

It is a high-quality place that can be used to get rid of tracking... Lumian recalled the stories that happened in the theater in various movies, crossed the street with a smile, and entered the foyer of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater.

There are some posters here, depicting the current or upcoming plays, as well as a few classic moments from the past.

Lumian, who was investigating on the spot how to use the theater, stood there, looking at the photos, drawings and

Word.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face on a poster in a corner:

The blond man acting as the background board is much paler, with blue eyes and a thin beard. It is the Mr. Eve he was following just now!