After listening to Aosta's explanation, Lumian thought slightly amused:
"What kind of strange rule is this?"
He remembered things like walking turtles, the Star Bridge, visiting the catacombs with candles, running with others, etc., and he felt that it was nothing.
Perhaps the citizens of Trier like this unique experience.
Looking at the dance hall where people were coming over one after another and wearing monocles, Lumian asked casually:
"What if the new guests didn't know the rule before?"
Aosta pointed to the end of the old street:
"There are shops selling monocles and short suits."
"I suspect it was opened by the owner of the "Different" dance hall."
No doubt... Lumian muttered.
He even believed that Timmons set such rules for the "Different" Cabaret just to make money selling short suits and monocles.
Of course, it is also aimed at the trend of Trier citizens pursuing new fashion.
"How many years has this place been open?" Lumian pointed to the "different" dance hall opposite with his chin.
"It must have been more than twenty years ago. It was here when I first arrived in Trier. It is said that it was opened when Trier first became popular in cabarets.
Aosta looked in the direction of Purgatory Square, "Is there anything else? I have to go back underground."
It only thinks about making money, and is afraid of missing the people who come to it for divination and help.
Lumian turned his head and stared at him intently.
This made Aosta's heart beat up, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.
"What's wrong?" He subconsciously smiled again.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and said casually:
"Be careful these two days."
"What?" Aosta looked confused, frightened and frightened.
Charles is not threatening me, right? We just had a great time cooperating, and he even entrusted me to help him find materials!
Lumian smiled:
"The literal meaning has nothing to do with me."
"By the way, help me collect some more information about water monsters. The more detailed the better, the reward will be the same as before."
Who is he? I may be unlucky and get beaten recently? Aosta tries to decipher what Lumian really wants to express.
At the same time, he always felt that the style and tone of the other person's words just now were very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Where have you heard of it?
On the way back to Purgatory Square, Aosta decided to do a divination for himself to see if he was really going to have bad luck.
As a "secret prayer", his probability of successful divination and corresponding accuracy are much better than ordinary people.
At this time, Aosta suddenly woke up and figured out why he felt familiar before.
Isn't this the style and tone he usually uses when talking to those "customers"?
Opposite the ancient building, Lumian hesitated to buy a short suit and a monocle, sneak into the "Unusual Division" dance hall, observe the environment on the spot, and collect more intelligence.
"But if Timmons really belongs to some mysterious organization and is friends with the police commissioner, kidnapping him for tens of thousands of ferkin is not a wise thing. It will affect my business. In that case, I will be short-term.
Isn’t the money spent on suits and monocles just wasted? It’s not cheap.”
Lumian has always been generous when he should spend money. After all, there are many kind-hearted people in Trier, but when he should not spend money, he is still quite frugal.
While thinking about it, he looked around and discovered that there was a bar called "Alone" diagonally opposite the "Different" dance hall.
"There is a great degree of overlap between the customers of the cabaret and the customers of the bar. They should be competitors..." Suddenly, Lumian's mind brightened.
The person who knows a person best is often his enemy, and the person who knows a dance hall best is probably his competitor!
Even though their words are likely to be exaggerated, they can still reflect some facts to a certain extent.
Lumian turned around and walked into the "Alone" bar.
The buildings in the old street are quite old, most of them can be traced back to before the Russell era. Their windows are narrow, even during the day.
The lighting is also poor, and dimness has become the main theme here.
Before the gas wall lamp was lit, Lumian walked through the dark hall with only a few guests, came to the front of the bar, and sat down.
"A glass of gin and ice." Lumian took off his cap and said.
The bar counter is at the very back of the pub, and the lighting is the worst. The tall and thin bartender seems to be shrouded in darkness, only showing a corresponding outline.
With Lumian's eyesight, he could only barely see that the other party had slightly curly black hair, his eyes seemed more blue, and the bridge of his nose was not high enough.
While waiting for the gin, Lumian smiled as if unintentionally:
"Business here is not very good. I see that the 'different' dance hall opposite has a lot of customers."
The bartender pushed the gin with a slice of lemon and a lot of ice cubes in front of Lumian.
He looked at the door and said:
"Our business is not bad, but most people are waiting in the cellar to watch the theatrical performance.
"How about it, do you want to see it? Customers who have ordered wine can enter the cellar by paying another 5 Ricks. Well, your gin costs 8 Ricks."
"Drama performance?" Lumian did not hide his surprise.
This is an element that is not found in many bars in the streets.
The bartender sighed and said:
"The opposite side can dance, sing, play cards, and play pool. We have to be a little different from them in order to attract customers."
"Many bars and cafes on the North Shore now have small theaters."
Lumian didn't know how to describe this behavior, so he could only sigh:
"Is the competition in the bar business so fierce?"
He immediately took out three 20 kopeck silver coins engraved with gear elements and a 5 kopeck copper coin, and handed them to the wine
Guarantee.
This totals 13 riks, which is 65 kopecks, including the ticket price to watch the performance in the small theater.
The bartender immediately pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar leading down:
"You can always go to the cellar and serve your wine."
Don’t need a ticket for the movie? Lumian didn’t leave the bar in a hurry and said with a smile:
"The unique song and dance hall opposite seems very unique?"
"It's very unique." The bartender lowered his voice, "Have you ever been defrauded of money by someone there, that's why you keep asking him?
What’s our business?”
"Yes." Lumian nodded calmly.
He didn't even try to hide it.
The bartender laughed:
"People who have been deceived come here every day, but no one succeeds. I once saw Kong Dai, the police commissioner of the Observatory District, entering that song and dance hall, also wearing a short suit and a monocle."
Timmons is indeed not simple... Lumian gave up the idea of asking the owner of the "Different" Cabaret for money.
Holding the glass of gin, he left the bar and walked up the stairs to the cellar.
Before he even approached the double wooden door below, Lumian heard the bartender shouting from above:
"A guest is coming!"
With a creak, the wooden door opened.
Lumian slowed down and walked in while observing the environment.
This place has been transformed into a small theater. The innermost part is a half-height wooden stage, and two gas wall lamps provide the most basic lighting above.
In places where the light is dim or cannot be reached, stools and rows of chairs are placed in a sparse manner.
At this time, more than twenty guests were sitting here, watching the dramatic performance above.
No one spoke, and it was so quiet that only the sound of drinking could be heard from time to time, making the dark cellar almost dead silent.
Lumian found a chair near the exit and sat down, looking towards the stage.
What is being performed is not a real person, but a half-height puppet.
Both men and women are painted with yellow, white and red paint, and the corners of their mouths are raised high, outlining an exaggerated smile.
Under the control of silk threads that are so subtle that Lumian can barely see them, these puppets raise their hands, open their mouths, turn around, or run, performing different dramas.
A deep male voice and a slightly high-pitched female voice came alternately from nowhere, speaking different lines.
Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, and in the darkness spreading around, the clown puppets painted with oil paint looked quite eerie.
Lumian instinctively dislikes such an environment.
Because he didn't want to waste the ticket money, he watched for a while until the drama ended.
During the whole process, there was no sound around. The faces of those customers were either reflected in a yellowish light or hidden in the darkness, and they were more focused than Lumian imagined.
Lumian drank the last sip of gin and left the small theater with only two gas wall lamps on.
On the way back to the Honest Market area, Lumian sat by the window of the public carriage and looked at the people who were retreating.
Street shops and pedestrians on the road, thinking about what to do next:
"The first is to find a way to get the meat of the water monster, gather the materials, and complete the preparatory preparations for the 'Art of Prophecy'. The second is to do something to improve my status in the Savoyard Party. I strive to become the real leader as soon as possible.
···
Lumian's eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
It was Wilson wearing a white shirt, a black jacket, a slender face, slightly curly brown hair, Wilson from the Stinger Gang.
Wilson was leading two thugs across Market Avenue and into an alley, with steady steps and normal posture.
"I threw him like that, is it okay?" Lumian was stunned for a while.
You know, it was a fall from the fourth floor!
What kind of recovery ability is this? Even a beetle can’t compare with him!
Lumian quickly began to speculate:
"The Stingers have extraordinary healing abilities?"
“The Cultivator’s Path Physician?”
After conjecturing this matter, Lumian suddenly remembered that in his dream, Mrs. Pualis had the ability to heal injuries instantly!
Although this may be an exaggeration or distortion of the dream, the abnormal path corresponding to Mrs. Pualis does include the realm of life.
The person suspected of Louis Lund also appeared on Market Avenue before... The power behind the Stinger Gang is related to the evil god that Mrs. Pualis believes in. While thinking about it, Lumian's lips curled up a little.