Chapter 292 Late Night Visitor (Last day to ask for monthly tickets) "Doctor"? Lumian thought of the two bottles of "healing potion" he got from the Sting Gang. They are really quite therapeutic. Lumian leaned back in his chair, looked into Lugano Toscano's eyes, and remained silent for a long time. This made Lugano gradually feel uneasy and his body became tense. Finally, Lumian smiled: “The Mill Dance Hall is not my business, I am just managing it for the boss. "I don't know if you have the ability to manage it, but I can give you a chance." Lugano suddenly relaxed and said with a smile: "Boss, I won't let you down!" Lumian raised his voice, called Louis over, and said to him: "From now on, you will be Lugano's deputy and manage the Mill Dance Hall with him."
Is there such a good thing? But why should we reuse the bounty hunter who just joined our Savoy Party? Before Louis could respond, Lumian looked at Lugano: “I will give you two months, during which you and your friends will be the protectors of the Mill Dance Hall and can take a portion of the profits it makes. "Talk to the manager of the dance hall about the specific distribution." Lumian deliberately did not explain the distribution plan of the dance hall's profits, especially the details of how much should be given to him, in order to see what Lugano would do. "Thank you, boss!" Lugano did not hide his joy. He almost blurted out "When I become a 'doctor', no matter what disease or injury you have, I can cure you", but then he thought that it seemed like cursing the "lion" Charles to get sick and injured, so he quickly shut his mouth. As Lugano and Louis left the second-floor cafe while discussing the matter of the Mill Ballroom, the smile on Lumian's face gradually disappeared. Lugano Toscano was so flattering, so fawning, and so enthusiastic that he intuitively thought that the other party might have other intentions, just like when he sold the fake diamond necklace to Baron Brinell. However, he used the method of showing his own strength and madness, with the focus on making Baron Briniere see the value of using him, while Lugano Toscano was more inclined to flatter and please, and of course, he inevitably showed his own usefulness. Therefore, Lumian decided to hand over the Mill Ballroom to the other party for two months. If the bounty hunter does have other intentions, keeping him under watch will allow for more effective detection of his abnormalities and timely action. If there is nothing wrong with him, exchanging part of the profits from the Mill Dance Hall for a "doctor" can be said to be very cost-effective. Anyway, Lumian didn't have to pay for it himself. The Mill Ballroom was the property of the Savoy Party. At most, he would lose some dividends, which could be compensated by Lugano Toscano's effective improvement of the chaotic situation of the Mill Ballroom. After sitting for a while, Lumian left the Breeze Ballroom, returned to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and closed the curtains. He sat down at the wooden table and began to write: "Dear Ms. Magician: "I have participated in the initiation ceremony and officially become a member of the Iron Cross. “The specific process of the ceremony is... "I'm confused about one thing. Among the members of the Iron Cross under Gardner Martin, there are Beyonders who are obviously not from the Hunter Path. How did they pass the night watch? Are they from the Assassin Path? Or did Gardner Martin determine from other aspects that they are trustworthy and do not need to be contaminated?" Lumian originally wanted to ask, "Did they enter Market Avenue 13 at a special time and do something specific?" But he felt that at that time, the official Beyonders would definitely be watching and it would be unlikely for them to let anyone get close to Market Avenue 13. After folding the letter neatly, Lumian set up the altar and summoned the "doll" messenger. He asked cautiously: “Is there anyone secretly monitoring me now?”
"No." The "Doll" Messenger shook his head slowly. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief silently, and put two things on his schedule in the near future: reporting to Mr. K and going to the "Fool" Church at Lavini Pier to listen to sermons. He only waited for about a quarter of an hour before the "Magician" lady replied: “Once, I heard from Mr. Fool’s messenger that one of his friends was originally a member of the Iron Cross, but he couldn’t stand that group of people, so he chose to leave the organization and fled to the sea. "I couldn't understand it before, but now I can understand that feeling. I really wronged you." It's not that he feels wronged. It's quite interesting to watch those guys perform and observe the diversity of human beings...Lumian doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. He was more concerned about another point: When Ms. Magician referred to Mr. Fool's messenger, she did not use "one of" or "one of them". Based on this, Lumian suspected that Mr. Fool only had one divine messenger! Of course, the premise is that the holders of the Major Arcana cards who participate in the meeting before God are not considered as messengers of God. As his thoughts turned, Lumian lowered his gaze and read the last part of the short reply: "It could be an 'assassin', or there could be other methods of contamination. "Remember to remind 'Two of the Holy Grail' that if she accepts the test and joins the night watch, in addition to always remembering 'don't respond', it's best to bring the ancient mirror that can enter the underground mirror world. The pollution encountered by the 'witch' and the 'hunter' may be different in manifestation, and the mirror may be able to help her." That mirror... Lumian thought as he let the letter be quickly engulfed by the red flames. He was just about to wash up and rest when he suddenly sensed something and looked towards the door. There was a knock on the door. "Who?" Lumian asked. "Guess who I am." A voice that sounded like it was deliberately tightening its throat came from outside the door. Lumian, who was sitting on the chair, looked up helplessly at the ceiling, which was no longer covered with bedbugs. "come in." As he expected, the person knocking on the door was Franca, followed by Janna. They are dressed like assassins with different temperaments. "Are you here to 'fight evil' with me?" Lumian joked. Franka replied disdainfully: "I don't play cards with people like you who can't afford to lose." As someone who had cheated many times into drinking by playing cards, Lumian had played "Fighting Evil" twice with Janna and Franca in the past few days and had hardly lost. Not only that, he also laughed at their poor card skills, which made Franca so angry that she suspected he was cheating. In the past few days, she had been frantically pulling her dancers to practice their card skills. "We're here to borrow some occult magazines from you," Franka added as she walked into the small room. Lumian scoffed at this: “You can’t fool anyone like this. Why did you come here so late at night to borrow the occult magazine? Can’t you wait until tomorrow? “I don’t think Jana is the type to stay up late to study. "Tell me, what's the matter?" Both ladies gnashed their teeth at the same time. When Franca closed the door, Janna looked around and asked cautiously: "The soundproofing here doesn't seem to be very good. Will the people next door hear what we are talking about?"
Lumian smiled: "Not bad, you've made progress. You know to worry about whether someone is eavesdropping on you. Unlike before, you didn't pay any attention and dared to say anything." Before... Franka's suspicious gaze moved from Janna to Lumian, and then from Lumian to Janna. "Fuck! We didn't talk about anything important at that time!" Janna tried to defend herself, "Why didn't you talk about Charlie? As soon as he walked in, he talked about things that shouldn't be known to others." Charlie? Franka's brows relaxed. “That’s because I was sure that the people in the surrounding rooms were either sleeping or out, so I didn’t stop him.” Lumian stood up, drew out the ritual silver dagger, and let the spirituality burst out from the tip of the blade, building a "spiritual wall" that surrounded the entire room. The singing, noise and various movements in the Golden Rooster Hotel suddenly became distant and inaudible. When Jane saw this scene and felt the changes before and after, she found it very magical. Franca curled her lips quietly and said to Janna: "This is a method of creating a 'spiritual wall' in ritual magic. It is a basic application. Once you become a 'witch', you will naturally be able to master it." At this point, she couldn't help but imagine what the "witch" version of Janna would look like. The two ladies sat down beside Lumian's bed and talked about the disappearance of the gatekeeper of Deep Valley Abbey, focusing on the gains from tonight's exploration of the Deep Valley Quarry. "What do you think is hidden in there and what should we do?" Franca threw the bottle of drugs back to Lumian. Lumian looked at his companion who was not wearing red boots and asked with a smile: "Don't you have the answer?" With Franka's experience and knowledge, she must have thought out the subsequent processing procedures. Franca smiled awkwardly and said: "Isn't this to hear your opinion?" “My opinion?” Lumian joked. “This is a chance to earn 20,000 Felkin. Take advantage of that strange monk’s return and venture into the Deep Valley Quarry!” Jane's eyes turned slightly, and she confirmed with some understanding: "You mean, it's too dangerous and it's best not to investigate further?" After listening to Lumian's taunts so many times, she could already tell which ones were sarcasm, which ones were blows, and which ones were pranks. "Yes." Franka took over the topic. "Now thinking back to what the client said, I suspect that something went wrong inside the Deep Valley Monastery. Someone wants to cover up a secret, and someone wants to expose it. Getting involved in the internal conflicts of a True God Church is a very dangerous thing for any Beyonder." "Internal conflict?" Janna was a little surprised. Lumian smiled and said: "A janitor is missing, so what? The client is obviously not his relative or friend. Why spend 20,000 fergin to find him? Moreover, he said that even if the janitor is already a corpse, the body should be carried to Deep Valley Abbey. "Isn't this just for show?" Janna was almost convinced, but still had a lot of doubts: "But, but those hands and feet in the secret cave of the quarry are very evil and bloody. They don't look like they were made by the Orthodox Church." PS: Last day to ask for monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)