Chapter 160 Old Pigeon Cage Mr. Efe is also a part-time actor, or is it just a hobby? Lumian wondered. His first reaction was that Mr. Efe, as the owner and landlord of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", was financially well off, even if he was not rich. Moreover, he had other businesses and was unlikely to work as a part-time theater actor. But remembering Mr. Efe's love of money and his stinginess in spending, Lumian couldn't guarantee that this guy wouldn't play a minor role when he had nothing to do. After all, he could make some extra money and not waste precious time. After repeatedly confirming that the supporting character was indeed Mr. Efe, Lumian turned his attention to the name on the poster: Fairy in the Forest Judging from the accompanying text, this is a classic play from the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre, the kind that is re-staged every once in a while. Among them, the actress who played the forest fairy had deep facial features, a pure temperament with a bit of charm, and a pair of lake-blue eyes that were both innocent and holy. But Lumian did not find her alluring, because she was wearing bracelets, necklaces and belts made of branches and green leaves, and a laurel wreath decorated with many flowers on her head, which reminded Lumian of Ava who played the spring elf in his dream, and Susanne Matisse when she let down her long green hair. To him, these were not pleasant memories, especially the latter, which, apart from the perspective of the abnormal desires induced by it, could be described as completely hideous and disgusting. "Charlotte Calvino." After glancing at the actress' name, Lumian began to look for other clues from other posters. Eventually, he discovered that Mr. Efe had appeared in three plays at the Old Pigeon Cage, but he was always a supporting role, the kind that someone could immediately replace him if he was absent.
Lumian walked into the theater thoughtfully and bought a ticket for 10 ricks. The Old Pigeon Cage Theatre was built fairly neatly, with a large stage at the innermost part, several gas wall lamps, a thick curtain that had been raised, and several steam-driven machines. In front of the stage are rows of seats, which get higher as you go back, forming a stepped arrangement. Lumian took the ticket stub, found his seat and sat down. The current play being performed is "The Princess and the Beast". Some of the actors are dressed quite boldly and slightly revealingly, which is completely in line with the general aesthetic of the Honest Market area. After looking at it for a while, Lumian was slightly shocked and said in his heart: “Is this the level of theatre in Trier? "Such drama performances can only be held in the Honest Market area? How good are the theaters in the Opera House area?" He was no stranger to theatrical performances. Although Aurore liked to stay at home, she would feel the urge to go out after staying at home for too long. Sometimes she would go to Mrs. Puaris to borrow a pony to ride, sometimes she would chat with the old ladies in Cordu Village, sometimes she would gather the children and tell them stories, and sometimes she would take Lumian to Liege to watch dramas, operas, circus performances, or go to the underground book market to find inspiration. Those theatrical performances looked like children's games compared to the old pigeon coop. The main actors on stage all had outstanding acting skills, whether in expressions, movements, or lines, it was as if the characters in the story had truly walked into this world, causing Lumian, who was originally just conducting a field investigation to look for anomalies, to be somewhat immersed in their performances, and moved by the beast's inferiority, violence, and pain, and the princess's innocence, kindness, and sadness. Any one of those main actors could support a theater in Darriege. When the play came to an end, Lumian stood up and clapped his hands, still unsatisfied. He didn't notice anything wrong with the actors, nor did he notice anything unusual about the theater itself when he went to the bathroom between each act. After leaving the old pigeon coop, Lumian looked up at the beige apartment diagonally opposite and confirmed that several windows on the sixth floor were illuminated by the yellowish light of gas lamps. According to Mrs. Fels, Mr. Efe would grow some vegetables on the roof to save money, so Lumian speculated that Mr. Efe and his family lived on the top floor of the apartment, that is, in a room on the sixth floor. After a brief observation, Lumian's eyes fell on the window with the darkest light. Mr. Efe was so stingy that he couldn't bear to light an extra gas lamp. Lumian then found an empty and dark corner, stared at the window, and waited patiently for possible changes. As time passed, a homeless man passed by and wanted to use this windproof corner as his bed for the night, but he soon saw a figure sitting in the darkness and had to leave in disappointment.
Lumian was already accustomed to such things, so he continued to wait unmoved. Around 11 o'clock in the evening, the dim light in the window went out. Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Efe, wearing a whitish dark suit and maroon tweed trousers, appeared at the door of the apartment. He looked left and right vigilantly, holding a calcium carbide lamp, and walked along the shadows of the street to the entrance of the underground Trier more than ten meters away. Lumian seemed to have turned into a statue, watching motionlessly as Mr. Efe and the light of the calcium carbide lamp disappeared there. A few minutes later, seeing that there were no official Beyonders following Mr. Efe, he stood up, patted his clothes, crossed the market avenue, and arrived at the stone staircase leading to the underground, which was covered by a high barrier. Lumian did not try to track him. First, he had no lighting tools and only a few candles used in ritual magic. The smell was too obvious. Second, he did not know how strong Mr. Efe was, what he was doing in underground Trier, and what level of power would be involved. He took a few steps back and shrank to the side of a pilaster of a house on the street, hiding himself in the shadow. It was another long wait. When midnight was approaching, the calcium carbide lamp with a slightly blue light illuminated the underground entrance. Mr. Efe's figure was then reflected, and it seemed a little elongated. As soon as he finished walking down the stone steps, Lumian pulled his cap down and walked towards him, growling: "robbery!" Lumian wanted to test Mr. Efe's strength in this way. If he was very strong, then a robber would not take him too seriously and kill him directly. In that case, Lumian would have the opportunity and space to escape, and at most he would be injured and lose some money. If Mr. Efe does not show enough ability, the robbery will turn into kidnapping, and Lumian will torture the landlord in a corner of underground Trier, asking him why he concealed the whereabouts of the previous tenant of Room 504 of the Golden Cockerel Hotel, and why he came to the underground world in the middle of the night. When Mr. Efe heard the word robbery, he shuddered all over. He took out his brown leather wallet with great resistance and reluctance, and took out a silver coin worth 1 fior gold from it. Lumian suddenly felt a strong desire, and felt that the little angel relief and diverging lines on the surface of the silver coin were so charming. Unable to control himself, he stretched out his right hand, took the silver coin handed to him by Mr. Efe, then turned and ran away like a real robber. After running five or six steps, Lumian came to his senses and noticed something was wrong: "What kind of robber is it to run away with only one filkin of silver? "Wait, why would I want to steal the silver coins?" Lumian suddenly came to his senses, and relying on his "dancer" flexibility, he twisted his body forcefully and stopped. He saw Mr. Efe also running wildly. The landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel ran across Market Avenue and into the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. Lumian, who was about to catch up, suddenly slowed down. Mr. Efe's first reaction after being robbed was not to flee back home or go to the nearby Market District Police Headquarters for help. Instead, he chose the old Pigeon Cage Theater diagonally opposite his home! In his opinion, is there anyone there who can truly protect him? Lumian frowned thoughtfully. The next second, he turned around, ran, and played the role of a robber again. He was worried that Mr. Efe would find the strong man who could protect him and then chase him to take the silver coin back. Given Mr. Efe's stinginess, it is entirely possible that he would do such a thing!
Although Lumian didn't care about 1 Fergold silver coin, his identity would inevitably be exposed if he was caught. As he ran out of the market avenue, he casually threw the silver coin to a homeless man sleeping on the street. The homeless man opened his eyes at the sound of beeping and saw a cute little silver creature lying quietly under the street light in front of him. Back on the street, Lumian took off his cap and coat, holding them in his hands and resumed his normal walking speed. After the test just now, he determined that Mr. Efe was abnormal and possessed extraordinary abilities, but he did not seem to be very good at fighting. When facing an ordinary robber, he chose to "give" a silver coin and then run away. "He made me suddenly want to possess that silver coin. My greed was so strong that I completely ignored the original purpose and almost lost my mind..." Lumian recalled what happened just now. This feeling was quite familiar to him. He had similar feelings when facing Suzanne Matisse: One time, fear took over my body and mind, and the other time, hatred took away my reason. "The manifestation of the abilities is somewhat similar... Mr. Efe has a certain relationship with Suzanne Matisse? The previous tenant of Room 504 probably didn't end up well... 'Forest Fairies', leaves, branches, laurel wreaths... The Old Dovecote Theater also has a certain relationship with Suzanne Matisse?" Lumian analyzed as he walked back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel". He turned into the underground bar and saw Charlie holding a glass of beer and singing loudly with several tenants: “We are poor. "Sleeping in the attic..." Seeing Charles coming back, Charlie broke free from the others' hands and feet, walked to the bar, and sighed: "You don't know what happened to me this afternoon. The hotel manager drank with me twice, but told me that due to Mrs. Alice's incident, he couldn't let me be a formal waiter. I could only be a low-level handyman. "It's so abominable, how could I be so unlucky?" At this point, Charlie was stunned and muttered to himself: “Bad luck, bad luck…” After repeating this several times, he looked up in astonishment at Lumian and saw a smile on his face. (End of this chapter)