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Chapter 70 Test (please ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

Chapter 808 Test (please ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

Without asking why, Les went up to the second floor, found a red cloth, and hung it at the door of the "Carnivore" bar.

Lumian sat in front of the rebuilt bar and enjoyed marinated roast beef with soft and delicious bread.

As time went by, more and more customers entered the "Carnivore" bar, because Les made a wooden rack, posted the new menu and corresponding prices, and placed it on the street.

Of course, this behavior is not the main reason why customers come to the store.

The most important factor is that the prices of the food on the menu are unimaginably cheap, after all, no boss makes any profit from the difference.

Customers come with a trying mentality and are not too confident about the "Carnivore" bar that has changed its owner. They repeatedly confirm whether it is really the price without any additional charges, and whether the portion and quality of the food are good.

All are guaranteed.

This is all based on the experience of being deceived by profiteers in Morola.

Those profiteers also have something to say. We have all been exiled to Morola for serious violations of the law, so why do we still expect us to operate with integrity? Anyway, Morola's residents' code does not contain any content such as not to mark prices randomly, not to pass off inferior goods, etc. The law enforcers also

I won't come to check the sanitary conditions of the kitchen.

The vast majority of customers dared not speak up about this, and the profiteers who could be taught a lesson were killed by them, and the rest they could not afford to offend.

They often regret it and feel that they should keep a few profiteers who can be controlled and ensure the quality of food and reasonable price through daily supervision.

Many times, killing is not the best solution.

"If I had understood this truth, I wouldn't have been exiled to Morola!" An exile in his forties expressed his opinion on this matter while holding a beer with white foam in his hand.

His eyes kept moving back and forth on Julie, who was temporarily serving as the bartender, hoping to attract the beauty's attention with his words and performance.

The cheap price is the reason why they come in, and the pretty bartender is the reason why they are reluctant to leave and ask for an extra glass of wine.

Lumian forked a piece of beef that was roasted until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, savoring the beautiful combination of Les's secret seasoning and the tender meat.

He thought that after leaving Morola, Ludwig should be allowed to become the chef.

Don’t let your “chef” talent go to waste!

After lunch, Lumian held a glass of strong wine and walked around the hall as a bar owner, piecing together the current situation of Morola from different customers:

Not long after the city of exile was established, the residents began to divide into different classes. The main criterion for division was strength.

As of today, Extraordinaries have firmly occupied various key positions in Morola, controlling resources such as food, meat, vegetables, dairy products, various minerals, factory products, sales channels, street shops, etc. Ordinary people who do not possess supernatural powers

Criminals can only choose to serve them and work in farms, mines, pastures, factories and other places. Those with better conditions are considered employees, while those with worse conditions are regarded as slaves.

For these ordinary criminals, the biggest dream is to gain the trust of a powerful extraordinary person, and after the opponent wins the duel, he will be rewarded with extraordinary characteristics that he does not need as a reward.

"This is simply the kingdom of heaven imagined by the 'Iron Cross'." Lumian sighed amusingly after sitting back at the bar.

As a former member of the "Iron Cross", although he always secretly laughed at those embarrassing "sermons" and "rituals", he still mastered the main concepts of the "Iron Cross":

They want to build a country where extraordinary people no longer hide and gain status through strength.

This seems to be the case with Morola now.

Lumian was about to drink the remaining liquor in his glass and go upstairs to find a quiet place to study and study when he suddenly saw the gentleman-looking Gusin walking into the bar.

It came quite quickly... Has anyone been staring at this place? Lumian played with the wine glass in his hand.

Guxin sat next to him, took off the half-high silk top hat on his head, and said to Julie, who was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a dark bow tie, and said:

"A glass of renzi."

——There are only a few varieties of wine in Morola, with rye beer, renzi and red wine being the most popular.

Lumian took out the paper and pen from the "traveler's bag" and started writing and drawing on the table of the bar counter.

Gu Xin waited until Julie handed over Lielangqi, Gulu took a sip, then looked forward and smiled:

"You made the decision quicker than I thought."

"I don't want to be bound like this either." Lumian responded meaningfully.

What he really meant was that he didn't want to stay in Morola for too long, and what Gu Xin heard was that he no longer wanted to accept the rule of the Church of Knowledge.

"This is the common choice of all strong men. The goshawk will not associate with the sparrow." Guxin praised.

Lumian was still sketching and smiled and said:

"Now, you need to convince me that you have a future and hope. I will not stand with losers."

"I have launched dozens of riots and have not been caught by the Church of Knowledge until now. Isn't that the best reason?" Gu Xin took another sip of Lielangqi.

Lumian shook his head:

"In my hometown, there is a proverb, 'One swallow does not make summer.' What does it mean? Individual swallows have arrived early, which cannot prove that the corresponding season has arrived. It is very unwise to make hasty judgments and conclusions based on a single phenomenon.

"

"How do you need me to convince you?" Gu Xin tilted his head.

Lumian smiled:

"Complete my trial."

Gu Xin was stunned for a few seconds and said funnyly:

"Isn't it normal for an organization like ours to test new entrants to see if they are qualified? Now that you are here, how come you become a new entrant to test the organization?"

"This depends on the strength and importance of the new entrants, rather than past experience." Lumian said, "I don't have to start a riot with you insects, I can organize my own team."

Gu Xin took a sip of Lielangqi and said after a while:

"What do you want us to do?"

Lumian smiled and said nothing until he finished the sketch, then pushed the paper in front of him to Gu Xin:

"Find this person."

The picture is of Albus Medici.

Lumian's sketching level is not very high, but relying on the "Hunter"'s precise control of his wrists and fingers, his deep memory of the images of things, and his mental restoration, he can still draw Albus Medici vividly, that kind of

The aggressive and disgusting temperament comes out vividly on the page.

"He?" Gu Xin picked up the drawing paper and asked as if to confirm.

Lumian nodded lightly:

"His real name is Albus Medici. I don't know if he uses a pseudonym in Morola."

"Medici..." Gusin repeated the last name in a low voice.

He folded the drawing paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and then picked up the glass of renzi again:

"You can test us, but we also need to test you.

"You have to prove you have enough ability."

"Isn't it enough to kill the original owner of this bar?" Lumian asked with a smile, "Or do you want to have a duel with me?"

Gu Xin maintained his gentlemanly attitude, shook his head and said:

"We have recognized your strength, now we need to test other aspects."

Lumian held the glass and looked sideways at Gu Xin, waiting for him to continue his story.

Gu Xin glanced around, and his eyes stayed on Julie, whose charm could not be concealed, for two seconds.

He lowered his voice:

"The basis of the Knowledge Church's rule over Morola is a certain item in the underground mausoleum of the cemetery. Our ultimate goal is to break into there and take control of that item.

"It is very dangerous. We have found a similar place to temper our members. The test for you is to enter the underground area shrouded in the fog of war, overcome the difficulties on the way, and reach the location we marked."

The target is still "0-01"? Lumian thought about it for a few seconds and said:

"Okay, when can we start?"

"Tonight." Gusin drank the rest of the Lielangzi, paid for the drink, stood up and left the "Carnivore" bar.

Lumian glanced at Julie and found that the "witch" had lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. She dealt with the chats and harassments of the drinkers obediently and reservedly, and seemed to have completely ignored the conversation between him and Gu Xin.

Haha... Lumian chuckled secretly, put down the glass, and headed to the second floor.

…………

Trier, Apartment 702, Orosei Street 9, Memorial District.

"Jiana should be back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, right?" Franka stood by the window of the living room, muttering to herself with some melancholy and fear.

Against the backdrop of the deep night outside the window and the lights, her face flickers in and out of sight, like an intoxicating dream.

Suddenly, she saw "The Confessor" Bayinfer, who was wearing a black clergy robe and looked like a charred corpse, walking out of the void, holding a letter in his hand.

Letter? Who gave it to Lumian? Well, Bayinfer's appearance here shows that the messengers really can't locate Morola, even if there is a special contract... Franka took the letter and was very polite.

Di smiled slightly and said:

"Thanks."

Bayinfer nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the night that filtered in outside the window.

Franka suddenly said "Hey" and muttered:

"I still want to have a good relationship with you. Please help me introduce a messenger..."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and smelled powder and perfume mixed with the complex smell of grass, flowers, and spices from the letter.

A letter from a certain woman? Franka, who was entrusted with Lumi’s safety, muttered and opened the letter and read the contents:

"I don't know whether I should call you Mr. Louis Berry or Mr. Lumian Lee.

"During this period, through Ruiya, I really came into contact with the occult circle in Matanibon, mastered a lot of occult knowledge, and also learned that I am not really weak, but I lacked experience before and didn't show it. Really

.

"Of course, I also know how big the gap is between me and you, and how vast the world is outside of Matani.

"I think I am willing to help your friend, and I hope you will fulfill your promise.

"Amandine."

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