Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Seeing the ashes of burning paper drifting before his eyes, Lumian once again remembered the sense of oppression that Mr. K brought to himself: "It turns out that the core of the 'shepherd' is 'herding'. Souls add traits, use their abilities...

"In this way, the senior 'shepherds' definitely have no shortcomings. They are very good at melee combat, long-range attacks, or various mystical methods..." In fact, the contracted person is a bit like a shrinking shepherd. Simplified version, each contract can only correspond to one ability. When the sequence is low, the number of contracts signed is still very limited. From the mouthpiece monster, the probability is no more than three, and the ideal is five. Once the ability is not selected, even ordinary people with guns may not be able to beat it. This is not like a shepherd, who can have a lot of abilities by herding an Extraordinary, and there is no such thing as abolition.

"Of course, at the level of the main hall and the gods, there are as many as ten or twenty contracts signed, which is a different experience. Moreover, the objects of the contracts are often spirit world creatures, and their abilities are various, which is very strange. , it will make the Extraordinary people who encounter it for the first time very uncomfortable...

The more Lumian thought about it, the more terrifying Mr. K felt.

After thinking about it, he stood up and secretly sighed: No wonder Ms. "Magician" thinks that Mr. K can fight against Susanna who has turned into an evil spirit. Matisse…

After leaving the room, Lumian walked up to Louis and Sakota, and said flatly, "Let the kitchen prepare dinner." "Boss, what do you want to eat?" Louis asked before Sakota. Lumian had no impression of the menu in the cafe attached to the Breeze Ballroom, so he thought for a while and said, "Let's have a set meal, let's eat together."

"Okay." Louis signaled Sakota to inform the waiters in the cafe.

Lumihon sat at Baron Brinel's favorite table and picked up today's newspaper. At the top is the "Trier Zeitung", followed by the "Reformer", "The People's Mouth", "Action", "Insasz Zeitung", "The People's Friend" and other major newspapers.

Lumian couldn't help turning his head, and asked Louis amusedly, "Is this what Brinell usually sees?"

Is he still a gang leader who cares about national affairs? Louis looked at Sakota on the other side, and replied with a smile: "He doesn't read these things, he just told us not to offend those reporters and newspapers, order influential newspapers as long as they can, and spend money to take turns publishing them from time to time. An ad for the Breeze Ballroom, saying that it has a lot of hot dancers.

"He usually reads the bottom three newspapers and magazines."

Don't offend the newspapers and reporters... Also, if the "Trier Zeitung" publishes a news about a large-scale gangster in the market area, then the Savoyard party will be finished the next day, and those gentlemen still have to face...

Lumian learned a little more.

He then pulled out the bottom newspapers and magazines.

They are: "Fiction Weekly", "Men's Beauty" and "Ghostface" magazine, which publishes all kinds of gossip and jokes in Trier.

Isn't this more interesting than the "Reformer" and "Action"?

Lumian picked up the "Novel Weekly" and read the latest serialization.

He asked casually, "Which account did the money for ordering these newspapers and advertising expenses come from?"

Louis thought for a while, but he still couldn't think of an answer when he thought of the cold sweat on his forehead. At this moment, Sakota said, "Deduct from the 100,000 Felkins who have a good relationship with the police officers."

Lumian nodded with satisfaction.

If it doesn't affect his income as the new leader of the Bisava Party, he will die! Not long after, the waiter in the café brought out a portion of food: pigeon with minced onion, smoked ecliptic crab, hot bamboo chicken pie, stewed lamb brain, stewed veal slices, grilled oysters with herbs, type II salad, scarlet cheese, Roasted almond paste, paired with a glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a bottle of Cabernet wine.

All kinds of scents mixed together and drilled into Lumian's nose, making his saliva secrete more vigorously.

"As expected of Trier, there are so many dishes in an ordinary cafe's set menu. If it were in Ruen, there would only be fried steak and tender lamb stewed with peas..."

As a pure Intisian, Lumian ridiculed Ruen's food based on his impressions from various newspapers, magazines, and folk jokes.

He picked up the glass of tri-color liqueur, took a sip, pointed to the chair on the side of the table II and said, "Let's eat together."

"Boss, eat well, and we will take turns to eat." Lu Yixin bent slightly and said with a smile.

Lumian did not persuade, and enjoyed the first big meal after arriving in Trier, and it was free.

It has to be said that the chef level of the Breeze Ballroom is quite good, and he nodded frequently.

Among them, he is most satisfied with the stewed sheep brain. With the use of several spices, the fishy smell of the sheep brain. The smell of mutton has been subtly resolved, leaving only the delicate texture of Garrossel tofu and the rich and attractive aroma. He drank the glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a third of the bottle of Cabernet, then signaled for Louis and Sakota to take turns eating.

He himself picked up Fiction Weekly and Grimace.

In "Ghostface" magazine, Lumian saw a familiar name: Duval.

That's the restaurateur who invented Duval bouillabaisse, and he got rich, made his fortune, and moved to the Opera district.

"Ghost Experience" magazine published a recent anecdote that Duval was crazy about Perle, a theater actress and Trier courtesan from Roone, and spent a lot of money on her, while in Perle's private residence During the banquet, Perle was naked in front of more than a dozen guests, lying on a huge silver tray, which was served by the servants.

Breaking Duval's heart, he attempted suicide, unsuccessfully.

Seeing this dubious news, Lumian didn't know whether to lament that the Trier people were playing the real game, or laugh at the Loen people for not being so conservative at all, and they would soon be assimilated in Intis. Or ridicule Dival, as a Trier man in his forties, he is still so innocent.

Sometimes, seeing these unbelievable news, Lumian can't help but suspect that there is a need for Extraordinary to play, or it is the performance of evil **** believers who cannot control themselves.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the Trier people themselves have similar tendencies, many things are indeed fine, and those guys would have been found out long ago.

After Louis and Sakota finished their dinner, Lumian led them down to the first floor.

The dance hall was very lively at night. Jianna stood on the half-height wooden platform, singing a light melody song with the accompaniment of the band, while the people below were hugging each other and dancing in a roundabout way.

Lumian took a look, then looked away, and walked towards the door.

"Boss, where are we going?" Louis asked.

Lumian laughed: "Are you the boss, or my boss?"

Where do I need to report to you?

Louis' expression froze immediately. He looked at the silent Sakota, and suddenly felt that it was not bad.

"Me, I just care about what to do next." He forcefully explained.

Lumian walked out of the ballroom in the greeting of the janitor, and said with a smile: "When I need you to know, I will tell you."

"He walked all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, but he didn't go directly to Room 207 to get Mr. K's finger and the revolver, but turned into the underground bar.

Before Lumian could look around the situation, he heard Charlie's passionate voice: "Did you know that Charles now has a nickname of Lion," that was given by "Little Bitch" Jenna, you guys Ever met her? I bet you have never seen such a beautiful woman in your life. She has a hot body and a beautiful face. Everyone who listens to her sings wants to convert herself for her. After meeting Charles, he took the initiative to invite him to dance, sticking to him, twisting and turning!

Oh, the lights in the ballroom are very dim, you can imagine what happened to them...

"Lumian suddenly had the feeling that he was the hero of a certain news in "Ghost Adventures" magazine.

Luis and Sakota behind him were embarrassed and worried for the boss.

They were embarrassed that the guy speaking at the small table was probably bragging for the boss, and they were worried that if it was true, wouldn't the boss put a green hat on "Red Boots" Franka?

And if that happens, the trouble will be big, Franke is not only strong in herself, but also the mistress of the boss!

Charlie, who was holding a beer, saw Lumian, and his smile froze instantly.

He jumped off the small round table, came to Lumian, coughed and said, "Hey, Charles, do you mind if I tell you about your affair?"

"How do you know?" Lumian asked without answering.

Charlie said with a smile: "Many people outside know that it came from the Mill Ballroom."

In other words, the Stingers know that I did the second dance with Jenna before I assassinated Art "Hammer"? That's right, at that time I just pretended briefly, didn't even change the color of my hair, and even provoked the people around me. In retrospect, they would definitely recognize me in combination with the death of "Iron Hammer" Ait...Jenna as "Red" Boots" mistress should have been suspected by them, and may become the target of revenge later.

Don't worry about her too much, she has "red boots" to provide protection, Franka, as an experienced Extraordinary and a powerful witch, will not be negligent in such matters... Lumian nodded with some understanding .

He smiled and said to Charlie, "Just tell me."

The more this matter spreads, the more it will attract "Red Boots' attention, so that she will not take chances on the possible revenge of the Stinger Gang.

Lumian turned to Charlie and asked, "Why didn't you go to the Breeze Ballroom?"

Tao Li smiled and said, "The manager named Rene asked me to officially go to work tomorrow, and he will give me 80 Filkin every month."

While the two were chatting, Lumian saw his neighbor sitting next to him at the bar: the down-and-out playwright Gabriel.

He still had his messy, greasy brown hair, large black-rimmed glasses, a whitish linen shirt and black overalls.

"What's the matter?" Lumian said goodbye to Charlie and asked as he walked over.

Gabriel, who was drinking pale green absinthe, glanced sideways at him, and said with a bitter smile: "My script was sent back again, and those managers didn't read it at all!"

"I have voted for dozens of theaters, and no one is willing to watch it."

Dozens of theaters, Lumian's heart moved, and he asked casually: "Did you submit the script to the old pigeon cage theater in our market area?"

"Yes." Gabriel sighed, "Their manager also rejected me, saying that the scripts in their theater are all written by themselves, or ordered by others."

Lumian sat down and asked, "Who is their manager?"