Chapter 136 Suffering Lumian, who was confused, didn't think much about it. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his right arm, and scratched it with "Corrupted Mercury". After a brief numbness, he felt the pain he had experienced many times, but he did not frown. He watched the blood overflow and stain the silver-black tip of the knife red. Almost at the same time, a long illusory river of mercury composed of countless complex symbols appeared in front of Lumian's eyes, and the droplets of fate stored in the evil dagger seeped out from the tip of the blade and flowed into the shallow wound. Lumian concentrated his mind and tried his best to figure out the fate he wanted to exchange. He “saw” himself receiving treatment, “saw” himself falling asleep after venting his emotions, and “saw” himself about to go find Osta Trull… These scenes flashed through Lumian's mind, as if he had really witnessed them with his own eyes. Before long, he found himself walking outside the catacombs and meeting the ghost of Montsouris in the destiny of recent days. He quickly picked up the tip of the "Fallen Mercury" and let it stab at the complex symbols that seemed to be formed by the self-entanglement of small rivers of mercury. That fate was quite heavy, and Lumian was unable to change it the first time. Seeing the illusory river gradually disappearing and the image in his mind becoming more and more blurred, he quickly poured most of his spirituality into the blade of "Fallen Mercury".
Finally, with his second prying, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsouris" broke away from the illusory river of mercury and shrank into tiny droplets, like mercury beads after a thermometer was broken. The illusory drop of water quickly merged into the silver-black dagger. Only then did Lumian breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he had gotten rid of the ghost of Montsouris and that the "Corrupted Mercury" could now be called the "Cursed Blade" again. He had just simply treated the wound when he suddenly had a strange intuition. Following this intuition, Lumian once again walked out of the Golden Rooster Inn, passing between the drunkards who were sometimes roaring and sometimes crying and the two groups of people who were fighting fiercely, all the way back to Nightingale Street, and stopped outside the alley where Maggot was fought. He frowned, went in carefully, and climbed over the barricade. The next second, Lumian's gaze naturally fell on the shadow in the corner. Something lay quietly in that place ruled by darkness. Lumian realized something and quickly walked over, squatted down, and picked up the object with his gloved left hand. It was a bulging brown leather wallet. "What Maggot dropped? The money his men looted and handed over to him?" Lumian roughly understood how the exchanged fate was achieved. Although he didn't remember whether Maggot dropped his wallet during the fierce fight with him, whether it was lost at that time or "replaced" later, it did not affect Lumian's acquisition of the money. He pulled out the thick stack of banknotes and emptied out the gold, silver and copper coins in his coin purse. Then, he threw down his wallet and left the alley. After returning to Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian lit the calcium carbide lamp and carefully counted the spoils. 他共收获了1265费尔金15科佩，大部分为10费尔金和低于10费尔金的纸币，只一张200费尔金、一张100费尔金和两张50费尔金的钞票，另外还有几枚金路易。 After staring at the money for a few seconds, Lumian said with deep emotion: "Accepting donations from 10 'good people' is not as good as killing a gang leader..." Of course, not all of this money belongs to Maggot; he just controls it on behalf of the Sting Gang. Lumian then pulled out a stack of small bills worth a total of 200 Fel Gold, took them out of Room 207, and walked up the stairs one level at a time.
In less than a minute, he reached the 4th floor and stood in front of Room 8. He remembered that Maggot had gone to the Golden Rooster Inn in the evening to take most of the money that an illegal prostitute named Ethanse had earned. At that time, it should have been one of Maggot's subordinates who was in charge, but afterwards, the money must have been handed over to Maggot. Lumian didn't knock on the door. He bent down and stuffed the stack of bills through the crack of the door one by one. He quickly straightened his back, turned and headed for the stairs, disappearing into the dark corridor. ………… Lumian slept until six o'clock and heard the church bells ringing. He slept very soundly last night, and even felt that the "Provocateur" potion had been digested a little bit. "I'll go see Osta Trull in the morning to see if Mr. K has responded, and buy some better clothes and cosmetics in the observatory area... I'll go to the cheap clothing store in the Honest Man Market in the afternoon..." Lumian didn't rush to get up. He lay there quietly, thinking about today's arrangements. After getting rid of the threat of Montsouris' ghost, he puts disguising himself again on the agenda. After staying in bed for a while, he slowly went out, cleaned himself up in the bathroom, then went downstairs and bought half a liter of apple sour wine and a bread with pork sausage from the vendors. After filling his stomach, he went to the nearest church square, found an empty corner, and practiced the fighting skills taught by Auror. It was not until half past nine in the morning that Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, intending to rest for an hour before looking for Osta Trull. As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he saw three cleaning maids cleaning various dirty places under the command of Mrs. Firth. The hotel owner hires someone to clean the house every Monday... Lumian retracted his gaze and walked towards the stairs. At this time, there were sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs. In less than ten seconds, Charlie, wearing a linen shirt, dark trousers, and laceless leather shoes, appeared in Lumian's eyes. "You didn't go to the hotel?" Lumian asked with a little confusion. Charlie yawned and said excitedly: "Don't you know? I'm taking a day off today. "We can take one day off a week and we can choose which day it is." Lumian laughed. "Will this day of rest result in a reduction in the 'monthly salary' that Mrs. Alice gives you?" Charlie smiled slightly awkwardly: "She also has her own social engagements." While the two were chatting, a foul smell wafted in from the door, and a short, ragged, gray-haired couple, Ruhl and Michel, walked into the hotel. "Didn't you go to the steam train station?" Charlie greeted enthusiastically. Ruhl approached them first, then kept a distance from them in a slightly reserved manner: "The market area is a bit chaotic today, so we plan to take a day off." "What's wrong?" Lumian asked "curiously". Ruel lowered his voice unconsciously:
"Maggert from the Sting Gang is dead. Many gang members are looking for him. People from other gangs may clash with them at any time. Many police officers have also come." "Maggert is dead?" Charlie blurted out in astonishment. He felt that this guy deserved to die yesterday, and he died today? Ruhr nodded solemnly: “I’ve heard several people say that. "Alas, I can't go out and make money today." His wife, Mrs. Michelle, comforted him: “If you don’t have to go out, you don’t have to eat lunch, and you can save some money.” Without waiting for Lumian to ask about the specific situation outside, Charlie came to his senses, turned around and ran upstairs. Lumian's eyes turned slightly and he followed. Charlie climbed up to the fourth floor quickly and ran to Room 8. He took a breath and banged on the wooden door. "Who?" A slightly hoarse female voice came from inside. Charlie called out his name. "Didn't I tell you that I'll be resting in the morning? Come back in the afternoon. Remember, it's 10 Felgin. I won't give you a discount this time!" The female voice responded impatiently while opening the door. The first time Lumian saw this woman named Isance, her long flaxen hair fell casually on her shoulders, her eyes of the same color were somewhat alert, and there was a hint of nervousness on her face. She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her appearance was not outstanding, only pretty. However, her face and clothes were neatly dressed, and her red dress revealed a large area of white skin on her chest. Charlie said to Ethans excitedly: "You know what? Maggot is dead! "He's really dead!" "..." Ethans was stunned. After a few seconds, her slightly hoarse voice turned sharp: "Is the demon really dead?" "Really." Charlie nodded without hesitation, "You can finally get rid of that demon! You can finally live like a normal person!" Ethans looked around blankly, only seeing Lumian's emotionless eyes and Charlie's excited expression. "Dead, he's dead?" Ethans kept whispering, thinking of the money that mysteriously appeared in her room. She began to believe that Maggot was really dead, and her vision blurred rapidly. Her tears fell drop by drop, and she couldn't help but squat down and buried her face in her arms. Sobbing sounds followed, becoming louder and louder, more and more unbridled. Just then, footsteps were heard at the stairs. Lumian looked sideways and saw a young man wearing a white shirt and a black jacket walking up.
Behind him followed the three thugs that had previously belonged to Maggot. The young man with curly brown hair and a chubby face walked up to the crying Ethans, leaned down, smiled and said: "I'm Wilson from the Sting Gang. From today on, I will take care of you in place of Maggot." Charlie's excited expression froze on his face. Ethan's crying stopped abruptly. She slowly raised her tear-stained face and saw Wilson's smile and the shadow cast by his body. A shadow so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Lumian watched quietly, raising his head slightly. ………… On the way to the first floor, Charlie, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but ask: “Is the suffering of the poor really endless?” "I really like what Aurore Lee wrote," Lumian replied expressionlessly, "Sometimes, it's not us who are wrong, but the world." As soon as he finished speaking, three people came up from the first floor. They were all policemen wearing black uniforms, black vests, white shirts, and strapless leather boots. The leading police officer, who was meters tall, glanced at Charlie and Lumian and suddenly stopped. He reached out and pressed the gun on his waist, and asked in a deep voice: "Charlie Corrente?" Charlie was stunned: "It's me, officer. What's going on?" The officer winked at his companions and took out steel handcuffs. As his two companions made a detour and surrounded him, he said to Charlie with a serious expression: "You are suspected of a murder and we are arresting you." "Murder?" Charlie was shocked, frightened and confused. Lumian also raised his eyebrows in surprise. The officer, with the help of his companion, handcuffed Charlie and said to him: "Mrs. Alice is dead!" (End of this chapter)