Lumian stretched out his right hand and accurately caught the severed finger.
Feeling the weight of his fingers and the temperature that had not yet had time to subside, he felt strange and shocked in his heart: He had anticipated what kind of protection Mr.
, saying that he can help at critical moments!
Isn’t this too outrageous?
Putting aside what role a severed finger can play, isn't Mr. K afraid that I will do something with his flesh and blood?
In occultism, one's own flesh and blood is very important. Once it falls into the hands of someone with malicious intentions, it is likely to have very serious consequences.
No one wants to encounter a terrible curse out of nowhere!
Considering that Mr. K is powerful, not illiterate in mysticism, and can even act as a "notary public", Lumian suspected that he had a way to avoid the various effects of separated flesh and blood, so he dared to tear off his fingers and hand them to others.
Moreover, there is obviously something magical about this severed finger.
I don’t know if cutting this finger with "corrupted mercury" and drawing out blood can exchange the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsuri" with Mr. K... As the prank king of Kordu Village, Mr. Lumian
There will be some fantastic ideas.
He resisted the impulse, retracted his gaze from the severed finger, and looked at Mr. K again.
By this time, Mr. K had grown a new finger that was slightly moist. The skin was very tender and the color was white.
"Thank you." Lumian said in a low voice and put the severed finger into the pocket of the gray-blue worker's uniform.
Mr. K gently led the way: "You can leave now, don't forget our agreement."
"One more thing." Lumian took out the diamond necklace, "Can you help me see if it is real or fake? I need to exchange it for some money."
He already owed Mr. K a favor and didn’t care if he owed more.
What should I do if I still can't pay? If I still can't pay, I'll sell myself to the organization behind Mr. K! This is exactly Lumian's purpose.
Mr. K asked the waiter who led Lumian underground to take the diamond necklace and looked through it in his hand.
Vaguely, Lumian seemed to see some golden light seeping out from the shadow of Mr. K's hood.
After a few seconds, Mr. K put the diamond necklace back into the waiter's hand: "It's fake, the workmanship is quite fine, it's worth 50 fir gold."
"Okay." Lumian did not hide his helplessness and said instead, "Also, I need a set of identification documents."
An important reason why he has been living in the "Golden Rooster Hotel" is that they don't ask for identification.
After receiving Mr. K's affirmative answer, he left No. 19 Scheer Street and took a public carriage back to the Candide Market area. Lumian sometimes thought about how to join a gang without raising suspicion, and sometimes guessed what the severed finger could do.
What role does it play? Sometimes I think about ways to get those pawn shops to pay more for fake diamond necklaces, at least 3 Firkin...
With all kinds of thoughts floating around, Lumian gradually came up with an idea.
At the same time, he planned to find a safe house in the Honest Market area and the Botanical Garden before the afternoon, the kind that did not require identification.
"I still have 850 ferkin and 24 kopecks with me. After deducting the balance of 400 that has not been paid by the intelligence dealer Anthony Reed, I have 450 ferkin left. It is enough to rent two or three safe houses..." Lumi
An carefully calculated how much assets she still had.
He pursed his lips and felt that it was necessary to leave Mr. K's severed finger in the Golden Rooster Hotel before renting a room.
Before three o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian found a room that did not require identification on White Coat Street in the Candide Market District and Stone Street in the Botanical Garden.
Of course, the rent comes with a certain premium. The former is not much better than room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", but costs 6 fils per week. The latter is more similar to the apartment rented by Aosta Trull, and the surrounding neighbors are...
I am a worker in a factory in the south, and I get 10 filkin per week.
Lumian paid the rent for four weeks at a time, but did not receive any discount.
Back at the "Golden Rooster Hotel", he watched "Men's Aesthetics" for a while and softened himself with cosmetics
The edges and corners of the body were improved, the shadows were added in some places, and the eyebrows were trimmed.
After a while of busy work, Lumian completed the preliminary disguise, which made him look like an ordinary man in his twenties and forties with a somewhat dangerous temperament.
After combing his blond and black hair, he put on a dark blue peaked cap, took Mr. K's severed finger, and walked all the way to the Breeze Ballroom on Market Avenue.
He did not enter directly like other guests, but stopped between the khaki building and the white spherical statues composed of countless heads, and said to the two gang members guarding the door: "I want to see Baron Brignelle.
”
Before the two gang members could scold him back, he added: "Tell the baron that this is Charles whom we met last time. He should be very happy to see me again."
The two gang members looked at each other, but they did not dare to delay Baron Brignier's business, so they separated and entered the dance hall.
In less than five minutes, the gang member came out and said to Lumian: "The Baron asked you to go to the place where we last met."
The cafe on the second floor? Lumian smiled, put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly into the Breeze Ballroom, went up the stairs, and saw Baron Brignelle holding a mahogany-colored pipe.
This gentleman is wearing a black formal suit made of fine wool, with a half-high silk top hat on his hand, and a sparkling ring on his left palm. He is protected by four gangsters behind him.
"Sit down." Baron Brignel glanced at him with brown eyes, smiled and pointed to the seat opposite the table.
Lumian walked over generously, sat down, looked at Baron Brignel's deep-lined face and naturally slightly curly brown hair and said, "Good afternoon, we meet again."
Baron Brignel tapped the bottom of his mahogany-colored pipe and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"
Lumian took out Charlie's fake diamond necklace and said calmly: "I'm a little short of money recently, and I want to mortgage this necklace to you. It's worth 1,500 fel gold. Just give me 1,000." p>
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Baron Brignel turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Go find someone to identify it."
"Yes, Baron." A gangster with obvious bruises on his forehead walked out of the cafe.
Brignel looked at Lumian again and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, makeup technology has improved significantly. Although there are still many flaws, compared with before, you are no longer so easy to be recognized by others.
."
"Thank you for your suggestion." Lumian laughed, "Men's Aesthetics is a good magazine."
The two chatted about worthless topics until the gangster who had just left the cafe came up with a man in his forties wearing a formal suit, a bow tie, and carrying a toolbox.
After some identification, the man walked up to Baron Brignel, put the necklace on the table, and said in a low voice: "It's fake."
[In view of the general environment,
With a sweep of the ground, all the gangsters present drew their revolvers.
Baron Brignel curled his lips, looked at Lumian, and found that the boy had a calm face, as if he had not heard the words of the jewelry appraiser or seen the actions of the thugs.
Baron Brignel's smile remained unchanged and he nodded to the appraiser: "You go back first."
"Yes, Baron." The jewelry appraiser was so nervous that he left the cafe in a panic.
Baron Brignel then put down his mahogany-colored pipe, picked up the diamond ring on his left hand, and asked Lumian with a smile: "Do you know this necklace is fake?"
Lumian also smiled: "I know."
Before he finished speaking, the revolver was aimed at him.
Seeing that Lumian was unmoved, Baron Brignel asked curiously: "Then do you know that I can find someone to identify the authenticity of diamonds?"
Lumian's smile remained unchanged as he replied: "I know."
Baron Brignel's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you all know this, why do you dare to borrow 1,000 Filkin with a fake necklace? Why do you think I will give it to you?"
Lumian stood up slowly, ignoring those who were waiting for him.
He fired the pistol and placed his hands on the edge of the table.
He lowered his body slightly, looked down at Baron Brignel across from him, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I killed Maggot of the Stinger Gang."
The smile on Baron Brignel's face suddenly froze.
His eyes were instinctively enlarged, as if he wanted to get a closer look at the person in front of him.
The four gangsters who pointed their pistols at Lumian were also stunned, their eyes widened.
As opponents of the Stinger Gang, they know better than anyone how powerful Maggot is!
At this time, Lumian raised his head, and his eyes without any emotion slowly swept across the faces of the thugs.
Every gang member who was stared at by him subconsciously had the urge to avoid his gaze, so that his arms reacted and the muzzle of the gun moved away from his body one after another.
Baron Brignel quickly returned to normal and turned back to the four thugs: "Put away your pistols! Didn't I teach you how to treat guests?" After teaching his men, he asked Lumi curiously.
Ann: "How did you kill Maggot?"
"I gave him a knife, a poisonous one, but I don't know where he escaped before he died." Lumian replied lightly.
This is consistent with the preliminary information received by Baron Brignel. He asked with a smile and a small smile: "Do you know what it means to take my 1,000 Firkin?"
Lumian smiled nonchalantly: "I know."
"Golden Rooster Hotel" Room 504.
Charlie saw Lumian outside the door and asked excitedly: "Have you identified the authenticity?" "If it's fake, it's worth at most 50 Firkin." Lumian said casually as he walked into the room. He found that Charlie had torn off the portrait of Susanna Matisse, leaving only the paper mark after it was glued.
Charlie was mentally prepared. Although he was disappointed, it was not serious. He laughed at himself and said, "It's worth at least 50 fils. If you find a kind-hearted pawn shop, you should be able to mortgage it for 20 fils."
Lumian glanced at him and laughed: "But I sold that fake necklace for 1,000 Firkin."
"Huh?" Charlie was almost stunned.
Lumian took out the thick stack of banknotes and said with a smile, "The fake necklace is yours and it's worth 50 firkin, so I can only give you so much. The rest is my labor fee, is that okay?"