Chapter 11 The ravings of a madman (asking for double monthly votes)
Anthony Reed looked at Lumian and said calmly: "What can I do for you?"
Anthony Reed, who had chubby cheeks, showed a clear expression and pointed to the chair placed in the center of the room: "I want to find two people."
"Name, appearance, characteristics." Anthony Reed glanced at Lumian's left waist.
"One is named Guillaume Benet, who was once the parish priest of the Eternal Sun Church, and the other is named Pualis de Roquefort. More than a month ago, she, her husband Beost, and housekeeper Louis
Lund and the maid Cassie came to Trier together.
"I don't have any photos of them. I can only tell you that Guillaume Benet has short black hair and blue eyes. He is serious and has strong desires. His biggest feature is his hooked nose. Pualis's hair is very long and brown.
, has a pair of bright brown eyes, relatively dull and sparse eyebrows, and a clean but attractive temperament..."
After listening quietly, Anthony Reed stood up, walked to the wooden table by the window, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of white paper and a sharpened pencil.
He started sketching and soon completed two portraits.
"See if it looks like it." Anthony Reed handed the two sketches to Lumian.
Lumian took a look and found that both the curate and Mrs. Poialis were lifelike and lifelike. Except for the lack of color, they were not much different from the photos.
"It's very similar.
"How can you restore it to this level based on my simple description?" He thought that Anthony Reed would draw multiple drafts for him to choose from, and then further revise and refine it.
Anthony Reed gave a rare smile: "I restored the photos on the official wanted poster.
"The officials are also looking for them."
No wonder...Lumian suddenly understood.
The parish priest Guillaume Benet and Mrs. Pualis are both believers of the evil god who have received "gifts". After Laien and others report it, they will definitely attract corresponding attention!
Thinking of this, his uneasiness instantly worsened.
"I must also be wanted...Has Anthony Reed seen my portrait? Has he recognized me?" Lumian's heart skipped a beat and he pretended to be calm as he asked the intelligence dealer in front of him.
: "I'm not surprised by this. I want to know how much their reward is?"
"Guillaume Benet has 20,000 ferkin, and every clue he provides is 500 ferkin, and the same goes for Poialis."
Anthony Reed's tone was very calm.
Lumian smiled and said: "If you can find useful information, you can get double the bounty."
What he means is that you can get one from the official place, and you can get another one from here.
Anthony nodded: "I accept your commission, 500 ferkin, 100 in advance.
"This is my rule. You don't have to accept it and find another intelligence dealer or bounty hunter."
"no problem."
He was about to take out the money when suddenly there was a gunshot outside the window.
Anthony Reed suddenly trembled all over, as if encountering a natural enemy, he shrank his body and swooped under the wooden table.
Lumian was a little stunned. Is this reaction too exaggerated? Isn't this the daily state of chaos on the street?
There are gunshots, fights and large-scale conflicts here from time to time. People who live here should be used to it. The only thing they need to do is to stay away from the windows to avoid being hit by random gunfire.
Soon, the noisy voices initially subsided.
Anthony Reed waited for a few seconds and crawled out from under the wooden table.
"Sorry, during the war a few years ago, I suffered from battlefield post-traumatic syndrome and had to retire and return to Trier."
Then why do you want to live in a chaotic street where gunshots are often heard? Lumian did not pursue the question. He was not interested in Anthony Reed's psychological problems.
He took out a 50 Firkin note and gently ran his fingers over Levanx's bust and the business street in the silhouette, with the merchants coming and going.
Feeling the remaining texture, Lumian handed the grey-blue banknote, two gold Louis coins, and two 5-fil gold coins engraved with sunbirds to Anthony Reid.
His wallet suddenly became lighter by a third, and he couldn't help but feel that money was flowing like water.
Looking at the image of the Honest Market on the back of the banknote, Anthony Reed flexed his finger, flicked the surface, and checked the authenticity under the sunlight.
After confirming that it was correct, he put away the money and asked Lumian, "Are you going to come to me at a fixed time to see if there is any information, or are you going to give me the address and if I find something, I will drop the corresponding information into your room?"
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"I live in 207." Lumian knew that he was staying at the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and could not hide it from Anthony Reed, so he reported the room number directly.
After leaving room 305, his expression gradually became serious, and he said to himself: "I have to pay extra attention in the next few days to prevent Anthony Reed from betraying me...
"Do I have to find an opportunity to show my strength in front of him and make him believe that I will avenge myself?"
Lumian walked towards the stairs while thinking.
Suddenly, he heard someone laughing and crying and shouting: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian looked around and saw a man squatting at the door of Room 310.
The man was wearing a dirty linen shirt and yellow trousers. His black hair had reached his shoulders and was disheveled.
At this time, he was pressing his head with both hands, looking at the ground, and kept muttering to himself: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
The voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes frightened and sometimes crazy.
The occasionally sober lunatic that Charlie was talking about?
Lumian looked at it for a few seconds, then moved closer and asked curiously: "Why do you think you are going to die and have a terminal illness?" The man did not raise his head and continued to shout: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Lumian smiled, stepped over him, and walked into Room 310 with the wooden door open.
The layout of this room was the same as that of 207 where he lived, and it was fairly clean, except for the occasional appearance of bedbugs that couldn't be driven away.
"I know." Lumian replied with a smile, "But aren't you about to die? I see that you have no children or relatives, so your inheritance might as well be used to help our poor neighbors."
He noticed that the lunatic was only twenty-seven or twenty-seven years old, and his black beard had not been shaved for an unknown period of time. It was densely covered with hair everywhere, making his blue eyes seem to be hidden deep in the jungle.
The madman was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his hair, and shouted in extreme pain: "They are all dead, they are all dead!"
"I saw the ghosts of Monsouli. They are all dead and I am dying too!"
The ghost of Monsouli? Lumian finally heard different words from the madman.
He just deliberately provoked and stimulated the other party just to see if he could get a different reaction.
The good feedback made him suddenly feel like the potion was showing signs of digestion.
One of the rules of the "provocateur" is: Provocation is only a means, not an end?
Lumian looked at the madman thoughtfully and said, "Why did the ghost of Montsuri let them die and make you die soon?"
The lunatic lowered his head and murmured to himself, "Anyone who sees Montsuri's ghost will die, and so will his family, all within a year!"
Is it the hallucination of a madman, or does such a thing really exist? If so, is it a curse?
Lumian asked tentatively, "Where did you meet the ghost of Montsouri?"
"Underground, underground! Just underground in the market area!" The madman squatted down again, leaning against the wall, wrapping his arms around his body, trembling.
The underground world corresponding to the market area? Why don't you report it to the two churches and ask them to send people to clean up the dirty things? Lumian muttered silently.
Seeing that the lunatic was back to the state of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", he gave up questioning, walked out of Room 310, and went down the stairs.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Lumian decided to go around the Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden at noon to get a general idea of the area. In the afternoon, he went to the underground cemetery to see if Aosta had received a message from the party convener.
"reply".
There are many obstacles made of stones, wood, branches and various garbage piles in the alleys around the chaotic street. Even on the main road, you can encounter one from time to time, but a road has been opened in the middle for two carriages to pass.
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They are called barricades, and they can be seen in many districts. Many of them have traces of smoke and fire, and some still have black blood remaining. They are a unique scenery of Trier, and they are on both sides of the scale with the arcade pedestrian street.
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Lumian stepped through the low edge of a barricade, walked out of the dark alley, and came to the street.
He immediately walked towards the stop sign for the public carriage, hoping to take this means of transportation to the Botanical Garden.
On the way, Lumian saw many homeless people lying in the corner, basking in the sun and catching lice. Every one of them was dirty, thin, and listless.
This reminded him of his former wandering life.
Unlike the Kingdom of Loen, which does not allow homeless people to sleep on the streets and in parks, the Republic of Intis does not impose any regulations on homeless people, except that they are not allowed to enter paid places and private places. They often use this to ridicule Loen for not being humane.
care.
While his thoughts were wandering, Lumian's eyes suddenly narrowed while he was walking.