Chapter 4 Residents (Second update, asking for monthly tickets)
"You are so interesting, so interesting!"
The drunken Charlie hooked Lumian's shoulder and walked out of the tiled bar.
There were nearly twenty people inside singing, gambling, shouting, and venting their inner emotions.
Only at this time do they seem to be no longer poor people with a meager salary, but rather their own masters.
"I thought you would play Bibi with them." Lumian put his arm on Charlie's back and walked towards the stairs leading upstairs with a smile.
Bibi is a popular gambling game in Trier, and Lumian has just learned about it.
Unlike Trier's favorite "Battle of Evil", Bilibili only requires a piece of paper to play - depending on the number of people, the host draws a different number of grids on the paper, ranging from 9 to 64.
Each square is numbered and participants are asked to choose one to place their bets on.
Finally, the host determines a lucky number by drawing lots, tossing coins, throwing dice, etc., and the winner can take away all the bets.
If no one wins, all the money goes to the host.
People who come to the underground bar of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" are either residents here or poor people nearby. Their wallets are quite empty and they mainly use wine instead of money to play gambling games. For example, the winner of each game of Bibi just gets everyone's money.
Sharing money to buy a glass of wine. First domain name Charlie let out a long wine belch: "I haven't received this week's salary yet, so I can't indulge too much!"
He then said to Lumian in an excited tone, "Did you know? I am now working as a trainee waiter at the White Swan Hotel, the one on Xin Street in the hot spring area.
"When I get rich, I will open a hotel of my own. No, when the big hotel comes, I will ask you to be the head waiter. That damn guy doesn't have to do anything. He just walks around in a tuxedo and finds fault with us.
, a month’s salary is 150 Filkin!”
The income of a trainee waiter is a little higher than that of a coolie... Lumian smelled of alcohol on his body, but there was no alcohol in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.
At that time, Lumian didn't have a clear idea about this, and he didn't know whether it was too much or too little. After all, when he was wandering, he only cared about how much food he could get every day and whether there were kind-hearted people to give a few Ricks, and Cole
The income of the villagers in Du Village is mainly in kind, so he only knows the prices of specific commodities and the gold content of different banknotes, and lacks a clear understanding of the overall situation.
Of course, this is also because Aurore's income is very high, so he hardly has to worry about his family's situation.
As far as Lumian knows, after Aurore became famous, her income increased every year as she published more books and signed columns. Last year's total remuneration seemed to be close to 130,000 Firkin.
However, Aurore earns more and spends more. Spells, materials and occult knowledge are the bulk of her expenses. Moreover, she may also be helping some members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who are not doing well.
Make long-term donations to charitable organizations established by the government or the church.
But what puzzled Lumian was that when he said goodbye to Kordu Village, he didn't find a deposit certificate at home. He knew very well that Aurore had always had the habit of saving, and the prerequisite for spending a lot was that she had already spent a lot of money in Suxi.
I have saved a lot of money in special banks and other places.
In this regard, Lumian temporarily suspected that he and his sister were chosen as sacrifices or vessels, and during the period of time when they lost their personal freedom, they were taken away by the parish priest Guillaume Benet and his gang.
As soon as he and Charlie walked up to the second floor arm in arm, Lumian heard a shrill wailing: "You bastard!"
boom!
As a door slammed shut, the wailing was blocked back, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in the corridor.
A figure wearing a neat black tuxedo walked towards the stairs from the end of the corridor.
This was also a young man, probably about the same age as Charlie. His brown hair was combed into three-quarter lengths, his dark brown eyes showed no emotion, and his slightly thin lips were tightly pursed.
He was quite good-looking, holding a black top hat in his hand, as if he were attending a high-society salon, which was incompatible with the environment of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".
Accompanying the man was a woman's cry, full of pain and despair.
Watching the man's back disappear into the stairs leading to the ground floor, the rosy-faced Charlie curled his lips: "What a bastard!"
"Do you know him?" Lumian is still quite "concerned" about the surrounding neighbors. After all, he may live here for a while, and the more he understands the environment, the safer he will be.
"His name is Laurent, the son of Madame Lacazin in room 201.
"Haha, he thinks he is very talented..."
They insulted each other.
"A couple eloped on the third floor. They spend almost all their money and do this every day." Charlie said with a smile, "Friend, you have to get used to it. This is a market area, a chaotic street, a 'Golden Rooster Hotel', and there is also a baby.
A seriously ill person, a bankrupt guy, a hawker who deceives tourists into buying things, a foreigner who just goes downstairs to drink and never leaves the hotel, a street girl with little money, a madman who occasionally wakes up after a brain problem, a stonemason who has lost his job, a retired soldier.
A soldier, an old man pretending to be poor, a wanted criminal...
"They must be grateful that Mr. Efe is a good man and is very tolerant in other aspects except not being able to default on rent."
Charlie immediately laughed and said: "Yes, a kind-hearted miser, he even provided free sulfur to everyone!
"Hiccup, I haven't seen Mr. Ev for several days. I'm really worried that in order to save money, he doesn't go to City Wall Street or the place where the Red Princess distinguishes him. He just finds a random woman on the street and gets seriously ill...
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Then, Charlie waved his hand: "Char, hiccup, I went up to sleep. I have to go out at six o'clock tomorrow morning and arrive at the hotel at seven o'clock."
"Hiccup, if you can't find a job, you can tell me and I will introduce you to our hotel as a handyman. You can also get 50 Filkin every month. If you work for a long time, you can even get 75. Moreover, every meal is free.
great food and a liter of wine in the evening!”
"Okay." Lumian smiled and watched Charlie go upstairs.
At the same time, he muttered silently to himself: "Mere provocation won't be of much help to the digestion of the potion..."
He assembled the "Fool's Meter" in the bar just to provoke everyone there. The result was successful, but it did not lead to further digestion of the potion.
Before, during the journey from Liège to Trier, Lumian was often provocative. Occasionally he would feel the potion being digested, but most of the time there was no gain.
If he couldn't find a more correct way to play the role, he suspected that it would take him at least a year to digest the "Provocateur" potion.
On the way back to room 207, Lumian heard violent coughing from upstairs, heard the woman calling her lover a "lazy fool" and a "waste", heard banging gunshots and a bunch of people outside.
The sound of people chasing past.
This is the "Golden Rooster Inn" and this is the chaotic street.
Taking out the brass-colored key, Lumian opened the door and walked back into the house.
Those bed bugs seemed to have some kind of strange sense and didn't come back here again.
Lumian smelled the smell of sulfur, looked up, and found a letter lying quietly on the wooden table by the window.
He took a few steps closer and picked up the paper folded into a square.
Ms. Magic’s reply?
Lumian opened the letter while murmuring, and began to read it under the crimson moonlight shining through the window: "I'm glad you arrived in Trier successfully. This proves that you have mastered the preliminary skills of evading pursuit and regained your ability.
The experience of walking in the dark side of society." This Sunday at 3:30 pm, one of the psychologists will provide you with treatment in booth D of Mason Cafe in the Botanical Garden.
"In the past few days, your mission is to go to the catacombs near the observatory area to find a man named Aosta Trull. He often pretends to be a wizard there and defrauds tourists and citizens of their money.
"No matter what method you use, gain Austa Trull's trust and show that you also have extraordinary abilities at the appropriate time."
The botanical garden and the observatory area are both located to the west of the Candide Market area, next to each other, with the former to the south and the latter to the north, pillowing the Serenzuo River.
Lumian read the reply from Ms. "Magician" repeatedly, memorized the corresponding place, time and name, then lit a match and burned the paper filled with the word Intis.
After doing all this, he went to the nearest bathroom to clean himself briefly, then took out the "Corrupted Mercury" wrapped in black cloth, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.
The ceiling covered with bedbug traces caught his eye, and the sounds of coughing, crying, and quarreling echoed quietly in the room.
Not long after, the eloping couple used vigorous exercise and undisguised breathing to tell everyone that they had reconciled.
On the street outside, several rough voices sang obscene songs, which were interrupted by the sound of gunshots, followed by curses, the sound of sticks clashing, and the sound of sharp weapons being inserted into flesh.
Compared to Kordu Village, the night here is very noisy.
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