Chapter 155 "Commission" Charlie's body trembled when he heard Lumian's words: "You, you don't want others to know that you have joined the Savoy Party?" In his opinion, no matter whether it is the Sava Gang, the Sting Gang, or any other gang, the leaders have a certain reputation and can be used to scare others in the streets and market areas, and the police have never looked for them. Lumian took a sip of sour wine and smiled again: "That doesn't matter. I just want to remind you not to talk about things that you shouldn't talk about." He has now infiltrated the Savoy Party, but he should not be considered its leader. After all, he has not really participated in the core affairs of the Savoy Party. He has few thugs following him, and he only manages a poor and dilapidated "Golden Rooster Hotel". Therefore, Lumian also hopes to gain greater fame as soon as possible and quickly improve his status in the Savoy Party in order to complete Mr. K's task. The purpose of completing Mr. K's mission is to further gain his trust and favor, join the organization behind him, and complete Ms. "Magician"'s mission. Why does 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 did have some guesses, but was afraid that his guesses were not comprehensive enough and that he would unknowingly anger this friend who had no law in his eyes.
Lumian smiled and turned his head to look at Charlie: "You can't talk about anything related to Susanna Mathis, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer to communicate with you in the police station." He had wanted to give Charlie some advice like this for a long time, but he never found the opportunity. "I see." Charlie relaxed and said expectantly, "I'm going to tell the people in the bar how you and I beat Wilson and kicked him out of the hotel..." One of his hobbies is bragging in the form of speeches. At this time, Lumian's eyes became a little deeper. His intuition told him that Charlie would be a little unlucky recently, but not too serious. Theoretically, this should have nothing to do with Susanna Mathis. Otherwise, it would not just be a bit of bad luck, but a disaster... It seems that there is no need to worry about Susanna Mathis's problems recently, but how many days is it recently? Lumian analyzed the fortune he sensed. He had just discovered that unless the other person was extremely unlucky, or extremely lucky, or something dangerous to his life was about to happen in the near future, he had to concentrate and be patient in sensing in order to grasp the target's rough fortune through intuition. This is different from the "hunter's" danger intuition, and is not entirely passively stimulated. Charlie's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. He turned back to Lumian and said: "You, what are you looking at me for?" He seriously suspected that Charles was trying 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 in the near future." The tone of his speech was exactly the same as when Osta Trull lied. "What bad thing?" Charlie blurted out. The next second he reacted: "How did you know?" "I guessed." Lumian replied with a smile. Sure enough, you were joking... Charlie breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I hope you're wrong." "No, it's definitely accurate." Lumian said the truth which couldn't be more true. Charlie looked at him suspiciously, disbelief written all over his face. Lumian chuckled: "If you're not right, I'll beat you up. That way, even if something bad happens to you, it proves that I guessed right."
"..." Charlie couldn't find the words to respond for a moment. Can you do this? However, this idea is pretty good. With some modifications, it can be used to prank other people... Lumian was about to stand up when he saw a khaki stray dog, so skinny that its bones were sticking out, walking along the shadows of the street, approaching the Golden Rooster Hotel, trying to pass by and grab the garbage thrown away by the vendor selling rotten fruits. The stray dog moves very cautiously because there are many poor people here who want to catch it and eat its meat. At this moment, Lumian took a step forward, put his hand on the stray dog's neck, and pressed it to the ground. The stray dog was caught off guard and unable to react effectively, and began to struggle frantically with its limbs. Its mouth opened viciously, wanting to bite, but its head couldn't move. With his other hand, Lumian took out the small bottle that originally contained tulip powder and poured the contents directly into his pocket. Then he put the vial close to the stray dog's head, and saliva dripped from it as it opened its mouth and howled. Soon, Lumian took about 5 ml, then released his right hand that was pressing on the stray dog's neck and stood up. The stray dog wanted to bite him reflexively, but after he looked at it, it whimpered, tucked its tail between its legs, and ran away quickly. Charlie, who was standing next to him, was completely stunned. A story he had heard before quickly emerged in his mind. The protagonist of the story likes to use a sentence written by best-selling author Aurore Lee to describe the villain's viciousness: He kicks every dog that passes by! Lumian gulped down his sour wine and went into the hotel. When he passed by the front desk, Mrs. Firth, who always had a bad face, stood up and forced a smile: "Good morning, Charles, Mr. Charles." Lumian glanced at the plump Mrs. Firth and asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Efe isn't here today either?" Mr. Efe is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and his reputation for being stingy is widely known in the streets. As the new "protector" of the "Golden Cockerel Inn", Lumian felt it necessary to talk to Mr. Efe, 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 and only hires someone to clean the hotel once a week, he himself, well, is very clean and is not very willing to come to the hotel." "Who cleans his house?" Lumian asked with amusement. "He's a widower and does all the cleaning himself with his two children," Mrs. Firth said with disdain. If she had that much money and owned a hotel, she would definitely hire someone to do these things and just enjoy herself. Lumian nodded and laughed: "I just finished cleaning on Monday and didn't see him coming over. Is he still alive?"
Mrs. Firth said with a little fear: "I would go to his house three times a week and give him the money I made from the hotel and various bills, and I would tell him that you wanted to see him." She misunderstood Lumian's meaning and thought he was threatening Mr. Efe - 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 any explanation, Lumian went upstairs, entered the room, and put Mr. K's finger hidden under the pillow back into his pocket. After processing the tulip powder, he was about to buy some boxes and bottles to store the materials collected later when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Lumian opened the door with some doubt, because the footsteps were not familiar to him at all. Standing outside the door was a man in his forties. He was wearing a dark jacket and brown trousers that had been washed to a pale color. He had a dirty cotton hat on his head. He smiled and said: "Mr. Charles?" "Could it be a lady?" Lumian sneered. At the same time, he had already observed the other person's appearance, expression, and body movements: His brownish hair was a bit greasy but was neatly combed. His dark brown eyes showed obvious flattery and there were some laugh lines around his mouth. His overall image was pretty good. He was the type who was friendly but could not hide his slickness. “Yes, yes, yes.” The man echoed Lumian’s words. Lumian raised his eyebrows: "you are?" "I'm Fitz who lives in 401, a bankrupt businessman." The slightly slick but friendly middle-aged man smiled. Without waiting for Lumian to ask further questions, he took the initiative to state his purpose: "It's like this. I went bankrupt because someone cheated me out of 10 Fergin. I traveled back and forth between Trier and Suchit for more than ten years, and finally saved up a fortune. I was planning to get married and have children, but then I met that swindler. He cheated me out of all my savings under the pretext of a joint venture. "If you can help me get that money back, I'm willing to give you thirty percent, no, fifty percent!" Lumian did not let Fitz enter room 207. He stood at the door with his arms folded, and asked with a smile: "Why didn't you ask Maggot or Wilson to help you get the money?" This doesn’t require any upfront payment. Fitz didn't hide it: "I approached Maggot and he agreed, but then one day he told me that the money would not be returned." The Sting Gang won't be able to get back? Did the liar go bankrupt, or did the power behind him make the Sting Gang a little afraid? Lumian, who had not taken it seriously at first, suddenly focused his attention: "Did Maggot say why?" Fitz shook his head: “No, but it certainly wasn’t because Timmons became a poor man. "That 'unique' dance hall he opened in the Observatory District is very profitable!" Timmons...Lumian suspected that there might be some organization behind the swindler, or he might be protected by some big shot or powerful person, so that the Sting Gang did not dare to force him to pay back the money. Of course, we can’t rule out the possibility that Timmons is actually very good. "Then why do you think I can help you get it back?" Lumian said with a smile looking at Fitz. 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 won’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 hold your expectations too high.” If Timmons had scared off the Sting Gang by bluffing, who wouldn't love to make 5 Felkins easily? The bankrupt businessman Fitz was just giving it a try. After getting a positive answer, he expressed his gratitude and left the second floor. At this time, Lumian found that his spiritual power had recovered a lot, and this recovered part alone was more than his original spiritual power. “‘Mendicant Monk’ also brings a substantial increase in spirituality. At least at the level of Sequence 8, my spirituality is not much worse than other paths…” Lumian muttered silently. At the same time, he remembered the subtle feeling he had when he drank the sour wine just now: If he can remain poor, be temperate, not drink, not waste, seek alms and preach, and demand of himself like an ascetic monk, then his intuitive sense of fortune and the success rate and final effect of the five ritual magics will be improved to a certain extent. But Lumian didn't intend to do that, as he believed that would make him more and more like the "Gifter" and gradually be assimilated by Him. Gathering his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find the Savoy Party members to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Art of Prophecy". Make the most of everything! (End of this chapter)