After hearing Franka mention the matter of promotion, Lumian suddenly felt that it was time to make some preparations.
This is not because he does not want to become the "arsonist" of Sequence 7 and truly master enough occult methods, but the previous "Hunter" and "Provocateur" potion formulas were gifts from Ms. "Magician", and he got too much.
It was easy, so he was not in a hurry at all. He just waited for the "Provocateur" potion to be completely digested, and then wrote a letter to contact Ms. "Magician" to see what price he would have to pay in exchange for all the things needed for promotion. More importantly,
, Lumian clearly knew that Ms. "Magician" had the extraordinary characteristic of "Arsonist", but now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that he still had to make some extra preparations: Ms. "Magician" most likely did not belong to the "Hunter" path.
, there may not really be an "arsonist" potion formula, and she may have given the "arsonist" extraordinary characteristics to someone else.
After all, it is impossible for only Lumian to be the only one to take the Minor Arcana card, and it is also unlikely that all the lands are from other ways.
Of course, given the lady's character and ability, it would not be too difficult for her to obtain the "Arsonist" potion formula and corresponding materials. But she may not be willing to do so, or it may be delayed for a long time.
In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian looked at the wooden box lying flat on Franka's lap, hesitated and said, "Sell it."
Although the evil sickle is extremely sharp and can drain the enemy's life through blood, which is very suitable for his fighting style of close combat, it is too inconvenient to carry and cannot be hidden, which greatly limits the use occasions.
, most of the time it can only be placed in the Breeze Ballroom or the Golden Rooster Hotel, and comes in handy when someone attacks itself, or it can be taken out in advance during an active raid and covered with night. If you want to keep it with you, Lumian can currently
The solution I came up with was to get a cello box and carry it on my back. For a gang leader, this was very suspicious.
In fact, if Franka hadn't mentioned that he wanted to prepare for promotion, Lumian began to feel that the more than 4,000 ferkin he had was a bit far behind, and he needed to raise more funds. He actually didn't mind leaving the name.
After all, the Earthly Evil Scythe of the "Harvest Festival" can still be used in some situations. If it doesn't work, Lumian can also use the "Peeping Glasses" to disguise himself as a musician, carry a "cello" on his back, and assassinate the corresponding target.
Franka heard this and sighed: "I can only sell it. It is actually very good, but it doesn't match my fighting style." She then pointed to Lumian's waist: "Those kinds of
Potion, how about one bottle each for us?"
To be honest, Franka is not too interested in "Rage Potion" and "Bark Potion", she only wants "Scorpion Venom" and "Healing Potion". But considering that Lumian also needs to poison the weapon and conduct
After a certain amount of treatment, she chose the most satisfactory plan.
"Okay." Lumian agreed.
In the dark night, outside 126 Market Avenue, several police officers in black uniforms set up a cordon to prevent passers-by from approaching the building behind them.
In that house, Angouleme de Francois, a man with blond hair and golden eyebrows and a golden beard, stood in front of the statue of a woman with soft features, staring at the red words on the wall. He had a row of gold buttons on his chest.
He remained silent, making the surrounding "Purifier" members and the police assisting them feel uncontrollably depressed.
After a while, the member of the "Purifier" with Southern Continent origin came out of the basement, walked to Angoulem, and said in a lowered voice: "Deacon, there are obvious traces of worshiping evil gods underground, and there are a group of dead and living people.
Sacrifice." The cell door has been opened, and some of the kidnapped persons escaped. The rest told me that Roger the Black Scorpion was indeed using magic." Angouleme listened without expression, looked around, and said:
The surrounding police said: "So many people are missing, haven't you noticed? Who told me that there are only some controllable Beyonders in the market area. If they are arrested, new gangs will enter and bring greater chaos?"
The angry voice echoed in the living room of No. 126 Market Avenue, making every policeman lower his head. At this moment, Angouleme suddenly turned his head and looked at the female statue with soft features. He had just vaguely felt
There was a surge of anger there, and it passed away in a flash.
A layer of gold appeared on Angulem's body. He stretched out his right palm and opened the belly of the statue. There was a hollow that could accommodate a huddled human. A brown-green seed lay quietly inside, covered by
It turns into powder when the wind blows.
Breeze Ballroom 2nd floor.
Lumian suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Franca asked.
Lumian didn't know whether he should be happy or confused and replied: "Just now, my provocateur potion was completely digested."
"What big shot did we provoke with what we just did?" Franka guessed, "That Lady Moon or the official Extraordinary?"
"It's all possible." Lumian didn't think about it if he couldn't figure it out. Anyway, this is a good thing. It means that he can start to promote to Sequence 7 "Arsonist"!
And this also made him intuitively realize a situation: it is not necessary to summarize all the rules of acting in order to thoroughly digest the corresponding magic potion.
After summarizing some of your own acting rules, as long as you act properly and continuously receive feedback, you can completely digest the magic potion through the accumulation of times or time.
Therefore, even if most extraordinary people do not know the "acting method", it is possible for most extraordinary people to rely on time and luck to digest the magic potion...
Lumian muttered silently with some understanding.
After distributing the potions and deciding to sell the other loot for money, Lumian said goodbye to Franka and deliberately walked around the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the door of room 206 open, and the light of the carbide lamp shone on the dark corridor. When Lumian passed by, he glanced inside and found that Gabriel was wearing his favorite black overalls.
, sitting on the edge of the bed, observing the corridor outside.
"You are finally back!" The playwright stood up happily.
Lumian raised his right eyebrow: "You haven't been arrested by the police yet?"
"..." Gabriel didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a few seconds, he couldn't hide his joy and said: "Mr. Nathan Lopp did not call the police and signed a contract with me to buy it.
For my script, he said that he originally wanted to give 1,500 Firkin as a down payment, but considering that we scared him, he deducted 500. When the play is officially staged, I will get 5% of the ticket sales for each performance."
Lumian laughed: "I thought it was Zuolun who asked him to agree, but he would definitely regret it later. I didn't expect that your script really moved him."
You think so, why do you do that? Gabriel instinctively cursed. He explained: "Mr. Lopp understands the eccentricity of artists and doesn't mind similar things. He said that he had a mistress
It was a female painter who not only raised a sheep on her balcony, but also wanted to try to make love to a man, so she prepared fake props and tried to convince him that they should break up because of this."
"You Trier people." As the prank king of Kordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but sigh.
Gabriel came from the provinces and was not from Trier, so he didn't care at all about Charles's ridicule. He said sincerely: "Thank you very much. Although I don't agree with your method, without you, my script will never work."
It is impossible for Mr. Lopp to see it."
At this point, Gabriel asked with some confusion: "Mr. Lopp said that our writers were not careful at all, and we didn't even cover our faces until we arrived at his door. After chatting for a few words with the doorman in charge of the lobby, he
Now that we know our faces, if the police are called, none of us will be able to run away. Why didn't you cover your faces in advance when you kidnapped the guard?" Gabriel felt that as a gang leader, Charles shouldn't be so negligent.
Lumian asked calmly: "Why do you want to be blinded?"
Gabriel asked blankly: "Why did you get blinded again later?"
Lumian replied calmly: "Because Jenna is confused."
What kind of logic is this? Even as a playwright, Gabriel felt that he could not understand Ciel's thoughts. He could feel that Ciel was not in a normal state last night, but he did not know the specific reason and it was difficult to elaborate.
Find out the other party’s mental state and behavioral root causes.
Gabriel sighed and said: "Fortunately, the result is good, otherwise we would all be arrested by the police..." At this point, he paused because he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Savoy Party and had committed various crimes.
Every sin is worse than last night.
Lumian laughed and patted Gabriel on the shoulder: "Even if you are caught, you are just an accessory. You didn't bring a weapon. You can be released on bail for a little money."
After saying that, he walked to his room and opened the door of 207.
Gabriel looked at Charles's back, a little confused, but also a little happy.
In room 207, Lumian carefully inspected the "corrupted mercury". He felt that if the short knife was not repaired, it would be able to last for three months.
"Actually, you can ask Franka. She might know a few people who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons." Lumian half-closed his eyes and started "communicating" with "Fallen Mercury". After a while,
He knew what fate he had received this time: the fate of Roger Black Scorpion drinking heavily.
Lumian then put away the "Fallen Mercury", stood up, left the room, and went up to the third floor. He walked to the door of Room 310 and heard the madman still shouting in fear: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Lumian took out half of the wire, opened the door, and saw the madman squatting on the moonlit ground, holding his head and trembling.
Lumian leaned half against the door frame and laughed: "You are lucky. The ghost of Montsuri has not come to kill you yet. I don't know if it is too busy or is slacking off."