Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Hearing Lumian's words, Charlie's body trembled: "You, you don't want others to know about your joining the Savoy Party?"

In his opinion, whether it is the Savoy Party, the Stinger Gang, or any other gang, the leader has a certain reputation. They can be used to scare others on the streets and in the market area, and the police have not seen them go looking for them. .

Lumian took a sip of the sour wine and smiled again: "That doesn't matter. I just remind you, don't talk about things you shouldn't talk about."

He has now infiltrated the Savoy Party, but he should not be considered a leader. After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoy Party and has only a few thugs following 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 Savoyard Party to complete Mr. K's mission.

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

Why did it feel weird? Lumian raised his left hand and touched his chin.

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 and that he would offend 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 things related to Susanna and Matisse, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer and went into the police station to communicate with you."

He had long wanted to tell Charlie something like this, but he never found the opportunity.

"Understood." Charlie relaxed and said expectantly: "I want to tell the people in the bar how you and I knocked over Wilson and kicked him out of the hotel."

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

At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little deeper. His instinct told him that Charlie would be a little unlucky recently, but not too serious.

Theoretically, this should have nothing to do with Susanna Mattis, otherwise it would not just be a little bit of bad luck, but a disaster... It seems that there is no need to worry about Susanna Mattis's problem recently, but in the past few days? Lumian analyzed the fortune he sensed.

He also discovered just now that unless the other person is particularly unlucky, or very lucky, or something is going to endanger his life recently, he must concentrate and be patient in order to grasp the target's rough fortune through intuition.

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

Charlie's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He turned back to look at Lumian and said, "You, what are you looking at me for?"

He seriously suspected that Ciel wanted to play a prank on him again!

Lumian smiled: "You should go to the nearest Eternal Sun Church to pray for good luck, otherwise you will encounter some bad things recently." The tone of his words was just like that of Austa Trull. People are exactly the same.

"What bad thing?" Charlie blurted out.

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

"I guessed." Lumian replied with a smile.

It was indeed a joke, Charlie was slightly relieved: "Then I hope you can't guess correctly."

"No, it must be accurate." Lumian really couldn't tell the truth anymore.

Charlie looked at him with suspicious eyes, disbelief written on his face.

Lumian chuckled: "If it's not accurate, I'll give you a thumbs up, so even if something bad happens to you, it proves that I guessed correctly."

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

However, this idea is quite good. If you modify it, you can use it to prank other people...

Lumian was about to get up when he suddenly saw a khaki stray dog ​​that was so thin that his bones were sticking out, approaching the "Golden Rooster Hotel" from the shadows on the street. He tried to pass here and go to the vendor selling rotten fruit, pick him up and throw him away. Trash.

The stray dog ​​moves forward very cautiously, because there are many poor people who want to catch it and eat its flesh.

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

The stray dog ​​was caught off guard and failed to react effectively, and its limbs struggled wildly.

Its mouth opened ferociously, trying to bite, but its head couldn't move.

Lumian took out the vial originally containing tulip powder with his other hand and poured the contents into his pocket.

Then, he put the small bottle next to the stray dog's head, and followed the sleeping liquid dripping from it as it opened its mouth wide and howled wildly.

Not long after, Lumian received what seemed to be 5 ml, then he released his right palm from holding the stray dog's neck and stood up.

The stray dog ​​reflexively wanted to bite him, but after he glanced at it, he gulped, clamped his tail between his legs, and ran away quickly.

Charlie next to him was stunned. A story he had heard told before quickly came to mind.

The protagonist in that story likes to use a sentence written by best-selling author Aurora Lee to describe the villain's ferocity: any dog ​​that passes by will be kicked by him!

Lumian drank the sour wine and entered the hotel.

When he passed the front desk, Mrs. Fells, who always had a sullen expression, stood up and forced a smile: "Good morning," Charles, Mr. Charles. Lumian glanced at the fat Mrs. Fells and asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Ev is not here today?" "

Mr. Ev is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", and his reputation for being stingy is widely spread on the streets.

As the new "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian felt it was necessary to have a chat with Mr. Ev, lest he worry that the Savoyard Party would ask him for more money and go directly to the police.

Mrs. Fells quietly curled her lips: "Although he is very stingy and only hires someone to clean the hotel once a week, but he himself, tsk, loves to be clean and is reluctant to come to the hotel."

"Who cleans his house?" Lumian asked funnyly.

"He is a widower. He cleans by himself and his two children." Mrs. Fells said with a look of disdain.

If she had so much money and a hotel, she would definitely hire someone to do these things and she would only be responsible for enjoying it.

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

Mrs. Fells said with some fear: "I will go to his house three times a week and give him the money I earned from the hotel and various bills. I will tell him you want to see him."

She misunderstood Lumian's meaning and thought he was... threatening Mr. Ev - if he didn't come to meet the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, he would have to consider whether he could still be alive.

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

After handling the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to store the materials he collected later, when he suddenly heard Dongdongdong's knock on the door.

Lumian opened the door with some confusion, because the footsteps were not familiar to him at all.

Standing outside the door was a man about forty years old. He was wearing a dark jacket, brown trousers that had been washed to white, and a dirty cotton hat on his head. He said with a smile: "Is it Charles?"

"Is she a lady?" Lumian smiled.

At the same time, he had already observed the other person's appearance, expression and body movements: his brown hair was a little greasy, but it was neatly combed, his dark brown eyes were obviously pleasing to the eye, and there were some smile lines around his mouth. His image is pretty good, he belongs to the type that is relatively approachable but hard to hide.

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

Lumian moved his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

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

Without waiting for Lumian to inquire further, he took the initiative to talk about his purpose: "That's it, I went bankrupt because I was defrauded of 100,000 ferkin. I traveled back and forth between Trier and Suchit for ten years. Over the past few years, I had managed to save a fortune and was planning to get married and have children. However, I met that liar who defrauded me of all my savings under the pretext of starting a joint venture.

"If you can help me get that money back, I will give you thirty percent, no, fifty percent!"

Lumian did not let Fitz enter Room 207 and stood at the door with his arms folded, smiling. He asked instead: "Why didn't you ask Maggot or Wilson to help you get that money before?"

This doesn’t require paying anything in advance.

Fitz didn't hide anything: "I approached Maggot, and he agreed, but then one day, he told me that the money would not be returned."

Will the Stingers come back? Is that liar also bankrupt, or is it that the power behind him makes even the Stinger Gang a little afraid? Lumian, who didn't take it seriously at first, suddenly concentrated: "Did Maggot say why?"

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

"The one he opened in the Astronomical District" is different and "the dance hall is very profitable!!"

Timmons... Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the scammer, or that he was protected by some big shot or powerful figure, so that the Stinger Gang did not dare to force him to pay back the money.

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

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

Fitz thought for a few seconds and told the truth: "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 can't get that money back, I can't pay for anything."

"Very honest." Lumian nodded, "I will find out the truth later, but don't have high expectations."

If Timmons is the Stinger Gang who scares off the Stingers through bluffing, who wouldn't love the easy way to earn 50,000 Firkin?

The bankrupt businessman Fitz originally just gave it a try. After receiving a positive reply, he was grateful and left the second floor. At this time, Lumian found that his spirituality had recovered a lot, and just the recovery, this part was stronger than his original Much spirituality.

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

At the same time, he remembered a subtle feeling when he drank the sour wine just now: if he could stay poor, be temperate, not drink alcohol, not waste himself, seek alms and preach, and demand himself as an ascetic monk, then he would be facing The 0 intuitive induction of luck and the success probability and final effect of the five ritual magics will be improved to a certain extent.

But he didn't intend to do that. He thought it would lead to him becoming more and more like the "Gifter" and being gradually assimilated.

After gathering his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room and planned to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find people from the Savoyard Party to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Prophecy Technique".

Make the most of everything!

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