Chapter 151 "The Innkeeper" At ten o'clock in the evening, on the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel from Market Avenue. Louis, the gangster who had previously followed Baron Brinell, accompanied Lumian and turned from the main road filled with yellowish light into the small streets dominated by darkness. He glanced at the street lamps that had been broken for some unknown reason and had not been repaired for a long time, and said casually: "The Baron has talked to the Sting Gang. From now on, the Golden Rooster Hotel truly belongs to us, the Savoy Party." Lumian sneered: "The Sting Gang is so easy to talk to?" What do you mean? Are you still looking forward to a fight? Louis felt that Charles was a dangerous guy, with a love of conflict flowing in his blood. He believed that with Charles's personality traits and behavior style, he would inevitably cause trouble for the Savoy Party again and again in the future. By then, the market area, which is already tense due to the rapid rise of the Sting Gang, will surely become even more chaotic. As a veteran gang member, Louis has always held the belief that if you can bully ordinary people, don't fight and kill. After all, everyone has only one life. He has witnessed several of his companions die in gang wars and police chases. Their families could still get some care at the beginning, but as time went by, their situation became more and more miserable. Of course, if he really couldn't escape, he would not lack that ruthlessness. Every gangster who could follow Baron Brinell grew up from street fights and alley fights. They might not be smart, but they were definitely skilled and courageous.

Louis exhaled slowly: "You have shown enough strength to protect the Golden Rooster Inn, and the Sting Gang does not want to make a big deal out of it and be targeted by the police, so after the Baron paid Wilson's medical expenses, the matter is over. "During this period of time, you have to be calm. If you really attract the attention of the police, you won't be able to withstand an in-depth investigation." I don't care. At most I can hide somewhere else before the official Beyonders come to capture me. You Savoy Party members can escape the priest but you can't escape the church... Lumian muttered in his heart, using the lines from one of Aurore's books. Louis continued: "The Baron told me to tell you that since you live in the Golden Cockerel Inn, it belongs to you. "For members who have their own territories, we never give them daily expenses." His subtext is that apart from the 1000 ferkins, the Sava Party will probably not give you any more money, and you have to find a way to obtain the necessary income from your own territory. Lumian was stunned for a moment, then replied with amusement: "it is good." As they were talking, the two stopped outside the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel". Looking up at the old beige building, Lumian suddenly had a strange and absurd feeling: Is this my territory? Anyone who lives in such a shabby place is a poor guy. How can they pay the protection fee? Forget it, it’s a good thing they don’t cause me trouble like Charlie did. You can’t make money by relying on them! Muttering silently, Lumian said goodbye to Louis and walked into the hotel. Having already had two drinks, he didn't plan to go to the basement bar again and went all the way back to room 207. No one has been here. After reading Aurore's witchcraft notes for a while, Lumian heard familiar footsteps, followed by knocks on the door. He opened the door and saw Charlie, as expected. Charlie's face was ruddy from drinking, and he smiled and said: "Can you believe it? I'm about to get a new job! I went to White Coat Street in the evening and treated those waiters to drinks. They introduced me to a hotel manager who told me that they were in need of a few waiters, official waiters!" "If the manager finds out that you became a lover with a female guest of the hotel, were involved in a murder case, and were just released, would he still consider you?" Lumian hit the other party.

Charlie's smile suddenly became stiff, he rubbed his facial muscles and said: “He should give me a chance. "Charles, I'm not here to talk to you about this matter. I want to ask you, what are you going to do with Miss Isance?" “What should we do?” Lumian asked with a smile. Charlie smiled and said: “Will you stop her from leaving the street? "If you let her continue to be a street girl, how much money should she pay you each time and how often?" Lumian laughed and said: "She can do whatever she wants. It has nothing to do with me. I have plenty of ways to make money." "I knew it! Praise the sun, praise Saint-Vieve!" Charlie was excited. "The first time I saw you in the bar, I knew you were a smart and capable gentleman!" “Did you make this judgment based on a fool’s meter?” Lumian sneered. Charlie smiled awkwardly: "That's one aspect." He immediately waved his hand: "I'll tell Miss Ethans the news!" After running a few steps, Charlie stopped, turned around, and asked very cautiously: "Will the Sting Gang come again?" "Baron Brinell has reached an agreement with them. The Golden Cockerel Inn is truly the territory of the Savoy Party." Lumian replied casually, "And I am the one in charge of this place." Charlie's joy was beyond words, he opened his arms enthusiastically and said: "Praise the sun, praise Saint-Vieve, praise you, Charles!" After saying that, he ran to the stairs. Putting me on the same level as the Eternal Sun and Saint Vievre...Are you afraid that I won't die fast enough? Lumian snorted, shook his head, and returned to his room to continue studying Aurore's witchcraft notes. Outside room 408, Charlie knocked on the wooden door. Ethans, with one cheek swollen, opened the door and saw him, and said calmly: "I'm not feeling well today, please find someone else." Charlie couldn't wait to tell the good news: "You know what? The hotel no longer belongs to the Sting Gang, it belongs to the Savoy Party!" Ethans suddenly remembered what happened in the evening and hesitated before saying: "Are you sure?" "Sure!" Charlie said in his signature enthusiastic tone, "You won't believe this. I learned this from the leader of the Savoy Party, Charles, the one who lives in 207. He has become the leader of the Savoy Party, and the 'Golden Rooster Hotel' is now his territory! He told me in person, oh, those sows from the Sting Gang have all gone away and will never come back! He also said that the Savoy Party and the Sting Gang have reached an agreement!" Charles... the man who threw Wilson downstairs? Ethans' eyes moved, as if she had come alive from her puppet state: "The Sting Gang was really driven away?" "Really!" Charlie nodded vigorously. Ethans was stunned for a few seconds, then cursed with gritted teeth: "Those sons of bitches, rotten-assed wimps are finally gone!" Charlie then added: "I asked Charles, and he said that you can do whatever you want, and it has nothing to do with him. He is a very capable person, so capable that he can even change my opinion of a prankster like him. Isn't it incredible? He can think of a way to make money every minute!" Ethans was completely stunned. In her opinion, none of the gang members are good people, they are all bastards who deserve to go to hell! Charlie talked a lot more, but Ethans didn't listen to a word. All that echoed in her mind was the words "Do whatever you want."

When Charlie left, she returned to her room and quickly changed into a women's shirt and light-colored trousers. Then she lifted the mattress and took out the stack of 200 filgin banknotes. After Ethans stuffed all the banknotes into her pocket, she pondered for a few seconds, then took out most of them and hid them back to their original place. She took the remaining 40 Felgin, closed the door, and walked down the stairs. Soon, she walked out of the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and into the chaotic street. There was a lighted gas street lamp only at a long distance on this street. Under the crimson moonlight, many drunk people were walking on the road, sometimes shouting, sometimes singing, and sometimes a conflict broke out. Ethans avoided these drunkards and walked timidly along the shadows on the side of the street towards the exit of the chaotic street. During this process, the scene of the last time she tried to escape and was caught on the street by the Sting Gang emerged in her mind. The beating made her tremble all over when she recalled it. Ethans walked slower and slower, as if the Sting Gang was lying in ambush ahead. Finally, she reached the exit of the chaotic street and saw the wide main road outside. Ethans stared blankly at the scene that had been so far away, feeling as if she were dreaming and it was not real enough. She subconsciously took another step forward, walking faster and faster in the dark night and under the crimson moonlight. Soon she reached the nearest stagecoach stop. She still remembered that she got off the public carriage here on her first day in Trier. Now, she is finally back here. There were no public carriages running late at night, but Ethans didn't care at all. She looked at the street ahead, at the mailbox in the dark, and at the sign with the carriage route written on it. Her eyes gradually turned red. Suddenly, Ethans turned around and started running. She was going back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel" to pack her luggage and wait until dawn to actually leave! Ethans ran faster and faster, and felt the wind blowing on her face, cool and wet. Her vision became a little blurry, and she seemed to see her past self in her eyes. Isans, who came to Trier with dreams and enthusiasm, was standing under the street light in front of her, waving her hand gently: Catch up quickly! ………… Golden Rooster Hotel, in front of room 207. Ethans wiped her eyes and knocked on the door. Lumian opened the wooden door and glanced at her: "Is there a problem?" Ethan asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Why are you helping me?" Lumian smiled: "Why should I help you? What do you have that's worth my help? "I'm not pretty, and I don't have much money." Ethans' words of gratitude were instantly blocked. She didn't know how she left the second floor, and she felt like she was dreaming while packing her luggage. Looking at her back disappearing at the stairs, Lumian chuckled: "I'm not trying to help you. I just can't stand the mockery of fate." We are all people who are mocked by fate, but I am overestimating my own abilities and want to provoke and resist until death ends it all! At this moment, Lumian felt that his "Provocateur" potion had been digested a little more. Although he still has a long way to go before he can completely digest it and needs time to hone it, it means that he has adapted to the "Provocateur" potion and his condition has stabilized. He can consider drawing out the power sealed in his body and obtaining the gift of the "Mendicant Monk". Judging from the name, it should be able to make up for the fact that he has no mystical skills. (End of this chapter)