"What do you think, Ms. Jenna?" Lumian smiled and responded to her with what Jenna just said.
"Fuck" Jenna raised her hand, turned around bitterly, and returned to the first floor. Lumian thought for a few seconds, knocked on the table in front of him, and said to Louis and Sakota: "Give me a glass of fennel absinthe.
"
As the "protector" of Breeze Dance Hall, he doesn't have to spend money to eat or drink here.
Thinking that most of the profits from the dance hall had to be given to the boss and used to bribe police officers, he didn't even want to save.
No matter how hard it is, you can't bear it on yourself. Try to aggrieve the boss as much as possible!
Lumian drank two glasses of the bland green liquid with a bitter taste and a psychedelic feeling, and stayed at the Breeze Ballroom until almost midnight.
He stood up and said to Luis and Sakota: "I'm going to bed. You wait until the ballroom closes and go back by yourself." If someone makes trouble, just throw them out. If they can't be beaten, call everyone together. If you dare to shoot, don't worry.
, I will be responsible for whatever happens." What he didn't say was: If I can't take responsibility, then let the boss worry about it.
——The Breeze Dance Hall is open until two o'clock in the morning every day, and opens from 10:30 to 11 o'clock in the morning.
"Yes, boss." Sacota and Luis replied in unison.
Back in the bedroom, Lumian stayed for another quarter of an hour before picking up the brown suitcase containing Aurore's witchcraft notes, squeezing out the window, and jumping off the second floor.
He landed firmly and walked in the shadows, turning from Market Avenue to White Coat Street and entering the safe house he rented before.
After hiding the witchcraft notes and putting some sulfur to repel insects, Lumian left the room and turned to the alley behind White Coat Street, intending to go around to the Golden Rooster Hotel and sleep there tonight.
After walking a dozen steps, he saw garbage piled up next to a barricade. The scavengers and cleaners would not come to clean it up until tomorrow morning. At this time, the place had become a paradise for rats, cockroaches, flies and stray dogs.
Seeing rats and stray dogs, Lumian suddenly remembered one thing: the three metal vials he obtained from the pervert Hudsey had an unconfirmed purpose.
Just in time to give it a try... Lumian nodded slightly.
With his outstanding skills, extraordinary reactions, agile movements and strong observation ability, he quickly stepped on a mouse with gray-black hair, then squatted down, took out the slightly heavy metal vial, and put the odorless mouse into the air.
He also poured some colorless liquid into the "prey's" mouth.
The mouse quickly squeaked, but otherwise there was nothing unusual about it.
"With that perverted style, I thought it was an aphrodisiac potion, but it doesn't look like it now... Also, that pervert has the extraordinary ability to stimulate desire, so there is no need to prepare an extra bottle of potion with repeated effects..." Lu
Mian released his right foot and watched as the mouse fled to other mice, squeezing here and there, squeaking, but making no other movements.
Strange... Lumian still couldn't make a judgment after looking at it for a long time.
Suddenly, a voice as clear as water sounded from behind him: "What are you doing?"
Lumian turned around and saw "Red Boots" Franka walking out of the shadows at the end of the alley.
She still wore red boots, off-white breeches, a women's shirt and a black and white plaid top, and her flaxen hair was simply tied up.
Why are you here? Lumian was going to ask this, but he immediately remembered that Franka lived at No. 3 White Coat Street.
He could only answer calmly: "Let's do an experiment."
"What experiment?" Franka "Red Boots" came over curiously.
Her bright lake-colored eyes swept across the group of mice, and she smiled and said, "Did your sister teach you to use mice as experimental subjects?"
"You want to say guinea pig?" Lumian felt that communicating with Franka was very easy, and many words did not require additional explanation.
He turned and said: "Didn't Jenna tell you that after I killed the pervert, I got three metal vials?
One of them contains a gas that can make people unconscious, which was used up when killing 'Iron Hammer' Aite. The other one contains the irritating gas it comes with, and there are quite a few more.
"The other bottle is a liquid. I don't know what it does. Let's try it on these mice."
Franka showed an expression of sudden realization: "It turned out to be something left by that pervert."
She immediately asked with some anticipation: "Could it be an aphrodisiac?"
Why do you have the same idea as me, madam? Lumian pointed to the rat that was still squeaking in amusement: "It doesn't look like it."
"You seem a little disappointed?"
Franka did not hide her emotions and sighed: "Yes, it's really an aphrodisiac. How interesting it would be."
"If it is really an aphrodisiac, what do you want to use it for?" Lumian suddenly suspected that Franka wanted to do something to Jenna.
Franka glanced at him: "Fuck, are you slandering me in your heart, thinking that I have no moral bottom line?" I hope it is an aphrodisiac potion, mainly because I want to try it out what it feels like and how effective it is, and I will know how it works.
Drink a little, and let Gardner drink a little, and his mistresses can drink a little. Do you, a minor, understand what flirting and fun are?" "..." Lumian was speechless for a moment.
Yes, he said after a few seconds, "You Trier people are really good at playing."
"I'm not from Trier," Franka retorted, "but I agree with what you said."
She turned her head and glanced at the metal vial in Lumian's hand: "Shall I help you see what it does?"
"Aren't you afraid of danger?" Lumian was slightly surprised.
You know, it is not yet certain whether this bottle of liquid is a chronic poison or a curse medium!
Franka chuckled and said: "You really need to replenish your occult knowledge." I plan to use divination, and the 'witch' also has a good divination ability.
"Power." Aurore's witchcraft notes did not mention it. It only recorded that "witches" potions can cause sex changes, and speculated that every "witch" is good at magic... Well, those who are good at magic should be good at divination.
...Lumian took the bottle of liquid to Franka.
Franka walked to the edge of the alley and stopped behind a five-story house.
She stretched out her right hand and wiped it back and forth on the dark glass window a few times.
At the same time, she recited something softly in Hermes. Even with Lumian's hearing, she could only faintly hear a few words: "spirituality"...
"ask"……
"Answer"......
After a few seconds, the glass window became dark and deep, as if it could lead to an unknown and mysterious world.
Franka took a step back, raised the metal vial, and said in Intis: "What is the function of the liquid in it?"
Deep in the glass window, a voice that seemed to come from the bottom of the river, with a distinctly old voice, replied: "Inducing the desire to talk."
Franka nodded, thanked her, and ended the divination. After the glass window returned to its original state, she turned to Lumian and said, "It should be a potion similar to 'truth serum'."
"Veritaserum?" Lumian asked in return.
Aurore never mentioned this term. Franka explained casually: "It is a potion that makes people tell the truth." Once a person's desire to talk is aroused, and he cooperates with the interrogator's questions, although there will be a lot of nonsense,
But it’s hard to lie, and what you say should be what you want to say in your heart. “Telling out desires… is similar to other perverted abilities, both involve different desires of human beings… It is indeed a gift from the “Mother Tree of Desire”… to me.
For an Extraordinary who is not good at channeling and divination, this thing is very useful... Lumian took the metal vial handed back by Franka.
Franka looked around, smiled and asked: "Why did you go to White Coat Street to do experiments?
"Shouldn't your range of activities be on Market Avenue and the streets?"
Lumian did not hide anything: "I rented a safe house here to store my sister's witchcraft notes, for fear of damaging them if someone targets me."
"Very cautious." Franka nodded approvingly, "Your sister is very lucky to have a brother like you. I also had a brother before, who was arrogant, loved to show off, and had no practical ability. I wanted to teach him a lesson every day.
he……"
As she spoke, Franka fell silent and looked down at her red boots.
It was there before, does that mean it's gone now? Lumian was keenly aware of the meaning that Franka didn't want to express, and he immediately understood why the other party's mood suddenly dropped.
After a few seconds, Franka regained her smile: "Your sister should also trust you very much, otherwise she would not tell you about our organization. Although we have not specifically emphasized that we should not tell our family about the research association, we almost
No one revealed it, after all..."
Franca was silent again, her smile turning bitter.
What after all? Although Lumian was puzzled, he did not ask, and simply explained the reason why Aurore did what he did: "We were in a disaster at the time, and we didn't know who would die and who would survive, so my sister put some
I have been told the secret things, and I hope it will come in handy in the future."
"Understood." Franka nodded, adjusted her mood, and said with a smile, "I thought you came to White Coat Street to find me and couldn't wait to learn some occult knowledge."
"It's too late." Lumian already felt tired.
Franka clicked her tongue and said, "I won't do anything to you. Doing that kind of thing with someone who knows your original gender is too, too crazy and too shameful."
Really? I'm afraid that after you get used to it, you will find the shame even more irritating... Lumian suspected that Franka, who could be persuaded by "life is too short, why not give it a try", would do more unexpected things.
After bidding farewell to the witch, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.
Until Saturday, nothing happened in the Candide Market area.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Lumian came to No. 19 Scheer Street in the Boulevard District again and saw Mr. K in the basement.
Mr. K pointed to the three waiters behind him holding silver trays and said: "There are three magical items in total. The prices are between 50,000 Firkin and 20,000. You can choose them yourself."