Chapter 435 Beating Albus saw Lumian sitting on the sofa and was startled for a moment. "Very quickly." “You’re not slow either.” Lumian responded with a “friendly” smile. In his opinion, since Albus was able to break free from the illusory roar that seemed to come from the ground and did not turn into a wax figure, he was definitely not just a member of the Iron Cross, unless the dangerous pollution in the building at 13 Market Avenue could help him fight against the terrifying roar. In comparison, Eros Einhorn, who possesses the blood of the Sauron family and exhibits special qualities, is more likely to escape unscathed and return safely. Albus smiled, pulled over a chair and sat down, ate his snack as if nothing had happened, and asked the servant next to him to change a cup of black tea. After about four or five minutes, Lumian and Albus simultaneously turned their eyes towards the door of the living room. Eloise came in wearing a long, light dress. When she saw Lumian and Albus, she was obviously stunned, but not surprised, and immediately put on a well-behaved smile. She sat quietly in her original seat and became the reserved girl living in her grandfather's house again.
The poet Elaite seemed unaware of the strange atmosphere. He drank absinthe and chatted with Lumian about poetry writing. A quarter of an hour later, Count Puyfer, wearing a red velvet coat, led the novelist Arnolli and the painter Maren back to the living room. The first time he saw Lumian, the owner of Red Swan Castle's pupils dilated sharply and his expression almost went out of control. He didn't seem to expect to meet Charles Dubois again, or Charles Dubois in this state! Immediately afterwards, Puifur's eyes swept across Albus, Eros and Eloise, his expression filled with shock and doubt, as if he had fallen into a real dream. "Oh, Puifur, you are finally back. We have long given up on adventures and don't want to go deeper into the dark maze." Albus put down the puff pastry in his hand and greeted him enthusiastically, "How is it, have you found the earl's crown?" Puifur instinctively turned sideways to prevent Albus, whose hands were stained with puff pastry, from hugging him. He forced a smile and said: "We didn't find it either. When did you come back?" "Less than two quarters of an hour." Albus then remembered to clap his hands and shake off the pastry. Lumian also stood up and deliberately asked: "Where's Mr. Ernst?" Novelist Arnold shook his head: "He has become separated from us. I hope he will remember to pull the bell and send the servants to look for him." "Yes, the servants in this castle know more about the underground palace than I do." Puif's expression returned to normal and he sat on the single sofa. Lumian was anxious to go back and confirm his gains. He glanced at the classical clock hanging on the wall and said to Puif with a smile: "I have some other things to do, so I won't attend the dinner tonight." Puifur's mind was obviously not here anymore, and he did not try to persuade Lumian to stay. He just stood up again and walked Lumian to the door of the living room. Lumian glanced at the owner of Red Swan Castle, smiled, held his hand, and shook it gently with true affection: "Count, thank you for giving me a wonderful afternoon. I love this game so much. I hope I have a chance to play it again." He wanted to thank Puif Soran from the bottom of his heart, not only for giving him the "opportunity" to digest the potion, but also for "opening" the family hunting ground, so that he didn't have to look around and easily found the extraordinary creature suspected to be related to the "conspirator". How can I not express my gratitude for this? Of course, Lumian also wanted to kill Puif Soren from the bottom of his heart. If he hadn't had a special body, he would have become a wax figure.
The only reason why Lumian didn't take direct action was not because he was worried about the revenge of the Soran family, nor was he afraid of ruining the plan of the "Iron Cross", but because he intuitively believed that although Puif Soran looked like an ordinary person, or a weaker and less experienced Extraordinary, if he wanted to deal with him, he would most likely die. Amidst his sincere thanks, Count Puyver's expression turned rather ugly. Lumian seemed unaware and reiterated his desire to play the dungeon adventure game again, then turned and walked out of the living room, leaving Puif Soren frowning and looking at his back with confusion and vigilance. After leaving Red Swan Castle and getting on the four-wheeled, four-seater carriage borrowed by Gardner Martin, the smile on Lumian's face instantly disappeared, and his expression became very solemn. At the end of this underground palace adventure, he clearly realized the gap between himself and the higher-level power. With just an illusory roar, he completely lost consciousness, lost himself, and had no power to resist. That is to say, he has the seal of Mr. Fool, the existence of Thermiporos, and the residual breath of "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor on his body, otherwise he would not have been able to come out alive. “My sequence is still too low…” Lumian sighed silently, half-closing his eyes and recalling the details of this adventure. ………… Memorial Hall District, 11 Quanshui Street. Gardner Martin walked among the armors and weapons in the hall, touching the texture of the metal while listening to Lumian's story about the wax room, the "wax artist", the mutant black spiders, the iron soldiers, the bronze coffins, the white candles and the phantom roars he encountered deep in the underground palace. Of course, Lumian did not talk about how he sent the poet Elaite back to the exit of the underground palace, nor did he talk about burning the wax statues and killing the "wax sculptor". Finally, Lumian did not hide his anger, dissatisfaction and doubt: "'Sir', didn't you say you would watch from the dark to guard against any accidents? If I hadn't woken up inexplicably, I would be a wax figure now! "Are you asking Albus to watch over you?" Gardner Martin was not angry at Lumian's questioning. He turned around, smiled at him and said: "I did watch from the dark." At this point, the smile on his face became more obvious, but his tone was very calm: "I saw you escort the poet back to the entrance of the underground palace. I saw you burn the wax figure in that room and explode the head of the 'wax artist'." This...Lumian's eyes narrowed, his hair stood on end, and his back felt cold. He blurted out: "Albus is back already?" How did the boss know what I did? Is he really following in secret, or monitoring every move in the underground maze in some way? How did he do that? I had no idea! Gardner Martin chuckled: "Albus hasn't come back yet." Didn't Albus say that? That's right, Albus didn't know that I killed the Wax Master by blowing off his head... There was no one else at the scene... How did the boss see it? When Lumian looked at Gardner Martin again, he no longer had the usual well-concealed contempt. He felt that this Savoy leader, the "chief" of the "Iron Cross", was more mysterious and more powerful than he had originally thought. Before this, it might be that the "Magician" lady of the "Tarot Club" and Mr. K of the "Aurora Club" had both demonstrated abilities that Lumian could not imagine or was filled with fear, so that when he faced Gardner Martin, who seemed to be the weakest among the three "bosses", he always felt that he was just so-so, and even thought that if both parties were within five meters of each other, he would have a chance to kill this "boss". Judging from the current situation, Lumian is not sure. Considering that Gardner Martin said it so directly most likely to shock him, Lumian did not hide his facial expressions and body language. Gardner Martin looked at his expression of doubt and fear, and added with a smile: "Do you really think you woke up for no apparent reason?" Oh, is it you who helped? If I hadn't heard the magnificent overlapping sounds, Aurore's humming, and the communication between the people in Cordu Village, and felt the burning pain in my right palm, I would have really believed you... In essence, it was the pollution at No. 13 Market Avenue that helped me get rid of that state, but the boss deliberately didn't make it clear, wanting me to think that he provided help? This "hunter" also doesn't tell lies, and doesn't tell the whole truth. How much of what he just said did he see with his own eyes, and how much did he collect through other channels? Lumian's thoughts raced, and he lowered his head: "Thank you 'sir'." Gardner Martin smiled and nodded, saying kindly: "We have gained a lot from this operation. At least we know that there are some horrible things sealed deep in the underground palace of Red Swan Castle. Do you want to exchange them for rewards directly, or save them up and exchange them for valuable things at once later, such as higher-order potions?"
Over the past month, Lumian had saved up another 20,000 Felgins with the funding from Gardner Martin, the "salary" from the Breeze Ballroom, and the proceeds from his performances, so he had enough money to spend for the time being. He thought for a moment and said: "Save it first." As he spoke, he took out the Beyonder characteristics of the Wax Artist and other items, and asked Gardner Martin: "Boss, can these be used to mix the 'Conspirator' potion?" Gardner Martin took the miniature bloody brain and the shriveled blackened heart, examined them carefully for a while and said: "They can be combined to make the 'Conspirator' potion, but it will have one more 'Hunter' attribute, one 'Provocateur' attribute, and one 'Arsonist' attribute than normal ingredients. You must be very sure before considering using them. "Well, this heart still has the blood of the Sauron family, which may have a certain impact on your promotion. If you are not sure, I can give you a 'Conspirator' potion in exchange for these materials, and make up the difference, as a partial reward." In other words, the normal hunting black spiders and lions only have the extraordinary characteristics of "Conspirator", without the previous part, while the "Wax Artist" and the mutant black spiders are like the "Conspirator" split in half, and when combined, they have a complete sequence from 9 to 6... Lumian roughly understood the situation and said with a smile: "It sounds like it will make me stronger, so I want to see if I can take the risk." Gardner Martin did not try to persuade Lumian any further and let him leave. ………… After returning to the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian sat down at the desk and began to write a letter to Ms. Magician. (End of this chapter)