Chapter 182 Feast (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last half day) As the ashes of the burning paper drifted before his eyes, Lumian once again remembered the oppression that Mr. K had brought upon him: "It turns out that the core of 'Shepherd' is 'herding'. By herding the souls and characteristics of other extraordinary people or extraordinary creatures, using their abilities... "In this case, the experienced 'shepherds' definitely have no weaknesses. Whether it's close combat, long-range attacks, or various mystical methods, they are all very good... "In fact, 'The Contracted Person' is a bit like a shrunken and simplified version of 'Shepherd'. Each contract can only correspond to one ability. When the Sequence is low, the number of contracts signed is still very limited. Judging from the mouth monster, the probability is no more than three, and the ideal is five. Once the ability is not chosen well, even ordinary people with guns may not be able to beat them. This is not like 'Shepherd'. Shepherding a Beyonder can have many of his abilities, and there is no possibility of wasting... “Of course, when you reach the level of the parish priest, you may have signed more than a dozen or twenty contracts, which is a different experience. Moreover, the objects of the contract are often creatures from the spiritual world. They have various and very strange abilities, which will make the Beyonders who encounter them for the first time very uncomfortable…” The more Lumian thought about it, the more terrifying Mr. K seemed to him. After suppressing all his thoughts, he stood up and sighed to himself: No wonder the "magician" lady thought Mr. K could fight against Suzanne Mathis who had turned into an evil spirit... After leaving the room, Lumian walked up to Louis and Sakota and said calmly: "Let the kitchen prepare dinner." "Boss, what do you want to eat?" Louis asked before Sakota.
Lumian had no impression of the menu at the cafe attached to the Breeze Ballroom, so he thought for a moment and said: "Give me a set meal and let's eat together." "Okay." Louis motioned to Sakota to inform the waiter in the cafe. Lumian sat down at Baron Brinell's favorite table and picked up today's newspaper. At the top is the Trier Newspaper, followed by the Reformer, the People's Voice, the Action News, the Innis Newspaper, the People's Friend and other major newspapers. Lumian couldn't help but tilt his head and asked Louis with amusement: "Is this what Brinell usually watches?" 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 didn't read these things. He just told us not to offend those reporters and newspapers. We should subscribe to influential newspapers if possible and spend money to publish an advertisement for Breeze Dance Hall from time to time, saying that there are a large number of hot dancers here. "He usually reads the three newspapers and magazines at the bottom." Don't offend the newspapers and reporters... Well, if the Trier Newspaper published a news report about the emergence of a large gang in the market area, the Savoy Party would be finished the next day. Those gentlemen still have some dignity... Lumian learned a little bit of knowledge. He then pulled out the newspapers and magazines at the bottom. They are: "Novel Weekly", "Men's Aesthetics" and "Ghost Face" magazine, which publishes all kinds of gossip and latest jokes about Trier. Isn't this more interesting than The Reformer or The Action? Lumian picked up the Weekly Novel and read the latest installment. He asked casually: "Where does the money for subscribing to these newspapers and advertising fees come from?" Louis thought for a moment, and even though cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he still couldn't come up with an answer. At this time, Sakota said: "From the $10 Felkin I got for building good relations with the police officers." Lumian nodded in satisfaction. As long as it does not affect the income of him, the new leader of the Sava Party! Soon, the cafe waiter brought the food:
Minced pigeon with onions, smoked zodiac crab, hot bamboo chicken pie, stewed lamb brains, stewed veal fillet, grilled oysters with herbs, two salads, scarlet cheese, toasted almond sauce, and a glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon wine. Various scents mixed together and penetrated into Lumian's nose, making his saliva secretion even more vigorously. "As expected of Trier, a set meal in an ordinary cafe has so many dishes. If it were in Loen, there would only be a few choices like grilled steak and tender lamb stewed with peas..." As a pure Intis, Lumian mocked Loen's food based on the impression he got from various newspapers, magazines, and folk jokes. He picked up the glass of tricolor liqueur, took a sip, and pointed to the armchairs on both sides of the table. "Let's eat together." "Boss, please finish your meal and then we'll take turns eating." Louis bent down slightly and said with a smile. Lumian did not try to persuade anyone and enjoyed his first big meal since arriving in Trier, which was free. I have to say that the chef at Breeze Ballroom is quite good. He nodded frequently while eating. Among all the dishes, he was most satisfied with the stewed lamb brain. With the use of several spices, the fishy and muttony smells of the lamb brain were cleverly eliminated, leaving only the delicate texture like Roselle tofu and the rich and tempting aroma. He drank the glass of red, white and blue liqueur and a third of the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, then signaled that Louis and Sacotta could take turns eating. He himself picked up Fiction Weekly and Ghost Face magazines. In the magazine "Ghost Face", Lumian saw a familiar name: Duval. That was the restaurant owner who invented the Duval bouillon. He later became rich and moved to the opera district. Ghostface magazine published a recent anecdote: Duval was madly obsessed with Perle, a theatre actress from Loon and a socialite from Trier, and spent a lot of money on her. At a banquet held in Perle's private residence, Perle lay naked on a huge silver plate in front of a dozen guests, which was served by servants. This left Duval heartbroken and he attempted suicide but failed. Seeing this news, whose authenticity was questionable, Lumian didn't know whether to sigh at the Trier people for being so extravagant, or laugh at the Loen people for not being so conservative and being assimilated quickly in Intis, or ridicule Dival for being so innocent as a Trier in his forties. Sometimes, when seeing these incredible news, Lumian couldn't help but suspect that there were some extraordinary people playing a role in it, or that the evil god's believers could not control themselves. Of course, if the people of Trier themselves did not have similar tendencies, many things would not be a problem and those guys would have been caught long ago. After Louis and Sakota finished their dinner, Lumian led them down to the first floor. The dance hall was quite lively at night. Janna stood on a half-high wooden stage, singing a song with a cheerful melody accompanied by a band, while people below were hugging each other and dancing in circles. Lumian glanced away and walked towards the door. "Boss, where are we going?" Louis asked. Lumian laughed: "Are you the boss, or am I the boss? Do I need to report to you where I go?" Louis' expression froze on his face. He looked at the silent Sakota and suddenly felt that this was not a bad idea. "I, I just care about what to do next." He forced to explain. Lumian walked out of the ballroom as the doorman greeted him, smiling: "I'll tell you when I need you to know." He walked all the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, but instead of going directly to Room 207 to get Mr. K's finger and the revolver, he went into the underground bar. Before Lumian had time to look around, he heard Charlie's enthusiastic voice: "Did you know that Charles now has a nickname, Charles the Lion! "That was named by 'little bitch' Janna. Have you ever seen 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 singing wants to change their beliefs for her. And such a woman fell in love with Charles and took the initiative to invite him to dance. She stuck close to him and twisted around! Oh, the lights in the dance hall were very dim. You can imagine what happened to them..."
"..." Lumian suddenly felt like he had become the protagonist of a news article in "Ghost Face" magazine. Louis and Sakota behind him felt embarrassed for their leader and a little worried. They were embarrassed because the guy who was giving the speech at the small round table was probably helping the boss to brag. They were worried that if it was true, wouldn't the boss be cheating on "Red Boots" Franca? And if that happened, it would be a big trouble, because Franca was not only very strong, but also the boss's mistress! 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: "Well, Charles, you don't mind if I tell you about your adventures, do you?" "How did you know?" Lumian asked instead of answering. Charlie laughed: "A lot of people out there know about it. It came out of the Mill Dance Hall." In other words, the people of the Sting Gang knew that I danced with Jana twice before I assassinated Hammer At? Yes, I was just a simple disguise at the time, I didn't even change my hair color, and I provoked the people around me. When they thought about it later, combined with the death of Hammer At, they would definitely recognize me... Jana, as the mistress of Red Boots, should be suspected by them, and maybe she will become the target of revenge in the future... But there is no need to worry too much about her, she has Red Boots to protect her, and Franka, as an experienced Beyonder and a powerful witch, will not be careless in such matters... Lumian nodded with understanding. He smiled and said to Charlie: "Go ahead." The more widely this matter spreads, the more it will attract the attention of "Red Boots", making her less optimistic about possible revenge from the Sting Gang. Lumian turned and asked Charlie: "Why didn't you go to the Breeze Ballroom?" Charlie smiled and said: "The manager named René asked me to start working officially tomorrow and will pay me 80 Felkins per month." While the two were chatting, Lumian saw his neighbor sitting at the bar: The down-and-out playwright Gabriel. He still had the same messy, greasy brown hair, wore large black-framed glasses, and wore a bleached linen shirt and black overalls. "What's wrong?" Lumian said goodbye to Charlie and walked over to ask. Gabriel, who was drinking light green absinthe, glanced at him and said with a bitter smile: “My script was returned again and the managers didn’t even read it! "I've invested in dozens of theaters, but no one is willing to watch it." Dozens of theaters... Lumian's heart moved, and he asked casually: "Have you submitted your script to that old Pigeon Cage Theatre in our Market District?" "Yes." Gabriel sighed, "Their manager also rejected me, saying that the scripts for their theater are all written by themselves or customized by others." Lumian sat down and asked: “Who is their manager?” PS: I have the last half day to ask for monthly tickets. PS2: Thanks to wz for the quick update, that is, yesterday's 1488 friend, who rewarded the silver alliance again, and points for the first monthly ticket plus more~ (End of this chapter)