Chapter 8 Remuneration (monthly ticket plus updates)
Aosta tried his best to smile: "I'm not lying to you, there really is a Fountain of the Samaritan Woman!"
Aosta didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only smile and nod: "Believe me, believe me..."
Suddenly, he looked behind Lumian, his eyes instantly straightened, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Lumian "subconsciously" turned around and looked at the door, but there was no one there.
Taking this opportunity, Aosta ducked, passed him, and ran towards the open door.
thump!
Aosta was tripped by Lumian's right foot that he stretched out at some point and fell straight to the ground. The bridge of his nose was dyed blue and his thin face became swollen.
Lumian slowly closed the door, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking down at Aosta who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and said: "You don't want to tell me that you are very inspired and just 'saw' me
There is some kind of weird creature behind you. Are you rushing to the door to help me deal with it?" Aosta was stunned for a moment, turned over and stood up, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's it!"
Lumian smiled and turned his attention to the rectangular wooden table against the wall.
There were silver daggers, white candles, several vials filled with different liquids or empty, two pieces of imitation parchment, and a cardboard box that exuded the scent of herbs.
He has a certain amount of occult knowledge... Lumian looked away and said to the anxious Aosta: "Who was the guy with the pipe just now?"
"Baron Brignel!" Aosta replied hastily, "He is the leader of the Savoy gang in the market area."
Savoie is the name of an inland province in the Republic of Intis, located next to the provinces of Upper Honakis and Lower Honakis. It is rich in mineral resources and has strong folk customs.
"Baron? There is still a baron now?" Lumian asked funnyly.
Since the death of Emperor Russell and the establishment of the Republic, noble titles have disappeared from daily life.
"That was his own nickname. Maybe his ancestors had such a title."
Lumian leaned back in his chair and asked in a relaxed manner, "Why is he looking for you? Do you owe them money?"
Seeing Lumian's harmless appearance chatting with friends, Aosta was frightened and felt a little more relaxed inside.
"In order to buy, buy, buy an item, I borrowed 3,000 firkin from a loan shark. Later, the businessman resold the debt to Brignel.
"I paid back at least 3,000 Firkin, but he told me there was still 2,000 in interest!"
"If you delay for another two or three months, the debt you owe will not be 2,000, but 4,000." Lumian successfully saw that Aosta's expression fell, and he no longer had the nagging temperament before.
He then lowered his voice and said in a bewitching tone, "If it were me, encountering this kind of thing, I would find a way to trick Brignel and the others into going underground, into a hollow quarry, and then collapse it."
The stone layer above allows them to sleep there forever.
“Without creditors, there are no debts.”
The more Aosta listened, the more panicked he became. He looked at Lumian as if he were looking at a devil.
He suspected that the other party had already planned to do this, but the target name in the plan was not Brignel, but Ostatrull!
"This is murder! This is a crime!" Aosta shouted in horror.
Aosta couldn't find the right words to respond to the other party.
Lumian stood up and patted the dust on his gloves: "You're just kidding, I was just testing your character."
"What?" Aosta looked confused.
Being forced to trust is also trust!
"Congratulations, you passed my test. This proves that you are not the kind of criminal who has no bottom line." Lumian smiled and opened his arms.
He suddenly brought the topic back on track: "What did you borrow so much money to buy?"
He then looked around and added: "There doesn't seem to be anything valuable here..."
He trembled and said, "You, do you know about magic potions?"
"Are you really an extraordinary person?" Lumian laughed.
Seeing that he knew about extraordinary people and potions, Aosta secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had not lied just now.
The story he wanted to make up was full of loopholes in front of the real Extraordinary, which could be exposed at the first glance, and in that case, he might have to "sleep" in a corner of underground Trier tonight.
Aosta took two deep breaths and said: "A few months ago, in order to purchase the main ingredients for the potion, I borrowed 3,000 firkin from a loan shark, and with the 4,000 firkin I saved, I successfully transformed from an ordinary person to a
The extraordinary."
"Which order are you from? How come you can't even deal with a few gangsters?" Lumian asked in a deliberately suspicious tone.
Aosta looked helpless: "I am the 'Secret Prayer' of Sequence 9."
"As a result, in addition to improving my inspiration, they also gave me some impractical ritual knowledge and ritual magic. Now I can only occasionally detect the existence of mysterious things and scare myself half to death. I can't even defeat a gang member!"
Aosta looked like he was about to cry: "I have common sense in mysticism. I am a believer in the Eternal Blazing Sun. How can I pray to unknown existences? That is very dangerous!"
"Hey, there are some honorable names in the knowledge that comes with the potion, but they are all hidden existences. It's scary when you hear them. I don't dare to pray for any kind of fallen nature, any true attributes, or the gaze of fate.
!”
He glanced at Lumian secretly and pretended to grit his teeth: "But I have thought about it. If people like Baron Brignel come to force me again, I will pray to the hidden existence for strength!"
He was clearly referring to Baron Brignel, but he was actually warning Lumian not to push himself to a dead end.
Lumian looked at his anxious face and agreed, "This is a good choice.
"Baron Brignel and the others look down on an extraordinary person too much. If it were me, I would never let you have the chance to go to a dead end."
Having said this, he smiled at Aosta: "Before this, you were already dead."
Aosta opened his mouth and closed it again, his expression uglier than crying.
"You seem to have moved several times, only to be found by Baron Brignel. I suspect that he or the Savoy gang has real Beyonders."
Aosta was horrified when he heard this.
Lumian picked up the silver dagger on the table and said to Aosta while playing with it: "I can give you 100 Felkin as a reward."
"Huh?" Aosta felt confused again.
He found that he could never keep up with the other person's thinking.
"You, you still want water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring?" he asked tentatively.
Lumian smiled: "Tell me, is it true?"
Looking at the smiling eyes of the other party, Aosta whispered for a few seconds: "I'm not sure."
Lumian nodded with satisfaction: The reason why Lumian made this request was, on the one hand, because Ms. Magician’s mission might be related to the party involving extraordinary materials, and on the other hand, because he himself needed a similar party, so as to
Collect weapons, materials, sealed artifacts and occult knowledge.
Aosta swallowed hard: "I, I can try it, but it must be approved by the party convener."
"No problem." Lumian took out a gold coin and motioned for Aosta to come over, "This gold louis is your reward for helping with the inquiry. I will give you the remaining 80 fel gold when I can attend the party."
Aosta did not expect that the situation of being severely beaten would turn into a commission to collect money, and he was a little stunned for a moment.
After a few seconds, he carefully came to the wooden table, took the gold Louis worth 20 fils, and said to Lumian: "I'm not sure when he will give me a reply, but it will not be later than next
Wednesday.
"I stay near the catacombs during the day and sleep here at night. You can come to me at any time."
Lumian nodded with a smile on his face, raised the silver dagger he was playing with, and stabbed it into Aosta's shoulder.
A gush of blood flowed out, and Aosta took two steps back in horror, leaned against the wall, and shouted urgently: "Don't kill me!"
"I did not lie!"
Lumian picked up a glass vial placed on the wooden table and walked towards Aosta with a smile: "Don't worry, I would have killed you long ago.
During the process, he smiled at Aosta and said, "You have enough knowledge of mysticism and you should know what blood means on other people's hands. Don't lie to me."
"Curse..." Aosta didn't know for a moment whether he should be grateful that he didn't die on the spot, or despair that his blood fell into the hands of this guy who was more dangerous than Baron Brignel.
"You can bandage the wound yourself."
He does not have extraordinary skills in curses, but he can try whether expired blood can trigger the ability of "Fallen Mercury" to exchange fate.
It doesn't matter if you can't, as long as Aosta believes that he can curse.
Glancing at Aosta who was trying to stop the bleeding, Lumian asked casually: "Baron Brignel, what are you going to do?"
"With this gold Louis and a little money I saved, they should be able to live in peace for a week." Aosta said with a wry smile, "If you force the debtors to death, they won't get a single Koppe."