Chapter 125: Each Has Its Own Plans (Requesting Double Monthly Tickets) Baron Brinell did not answer Lumian's question immediately. He put down his mahogany pipe and took a sip of coffee leisurely. After a few seconds, he smiled and said: "I am not an official and have no obligation to help them catch wanted criminals. “If we hand over a person with a wanted warrant, we will lose a lot of talented people in the Sawa Party. "The most important thing is that your reward is not high. It's far from enough to make me excited. Of course, if you do anything that is not good for us in the market area, I don't mind tying you up and having someone send you to the police station in exchange for a fairly substantial reward." Baron Brinell's hidden meaning is: the Savoy Party itself has many wanted people, and as long as you are obedient, I can pretend that I didn't see you. "You had someone follow me just to confirm what I was going to do?" Lumian suddenly realized. Baron Brinell nodded in appreciation: "I'm glad you understand my intention." Lumian glanced at the faces of the thugs and said calmly: “Since you’ve seen my wanted poster, you should have seen the others as well. "I came to Trier with only one purpose, and that was to find them."

"Very good." Baron Brinell understood that Lumian said this to show that he was not hostile to the Savoy Party. He then pointed to the chair opposite the booth: "Would you like a cup of coffee?" “No thanks.” Lumian rejected Baron Brinell’s invitation. “I just want to find those people as soon as possible.” Then he opened his arms and said: "Praise the sun, so that we can all live in the light!" After saying that, Lumian turned around and walked towards the stairs step by step, not caring at all that his back was exposed to the hidden guns of the thugs. When his footsteps disappeared into the stairs, Baron Brinell looked at the reserved Missili and said in a gentle voice: "Tell me in detail how he found you and how he forced you to do it. Don't leave out any details." After giving the order, Baron Brinell held his mahogany pipe in his mouth, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Trembling with fear, Misiri recounted his entire experience from beginning to end. After hearing his description, one of the thugs said indignantly: "Baron, why didn't you teach that kid a lesson just now? Why did you let him go so easily?" Baron Brinell tapped his mahogany pipe twice on the table and asked with a smile: "Teach him a lesson? "Do you know his sequence number, what abilities he possesses, and what weapons he has?" "I don't know." The thug answered honestly. Baron Brinell stood up at the sound of the chair moving back, and with the mahogany pipe in his right hand, he smashed it hard on the thug's head. With a bang, the thug's forehead cracked a little and bright red blood flowed out, but he didn't dare to scream or dodge. He just stood there cowering with a look of fear on his face. Baron Brinell put away his pipe and looked at him with a cold expression: “How dare you teach him a lesson without knowing any intelligence? "Come, I'll give you my seat and see how long you can live!" Without waiting for the thugs to respond, Baron Brinell smiled again. He took out a folded white handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his pipe, while speaking casually:

"Didn't you find something wrong with Lumian Lee's wanted poster? "The difference between the reward for his capture and the reward for clues is too small, one is only 3000 Felgin, and the other is 500. "What does this mean? It means that the authorities do not want us to deal with Lumian Lee directly, but to provide us with intelligence and let them do it themselves. "I can only think of two reasons for doing this. First, Lumian Lee is very dangerous. Allowing bounty hunters to capture him will result in large-scale casualties and unnecessary losses. Second, Lumian Lee has something very valuable on him, and the authorities do not want it to fall into the hands of bounty hunters. "If I had just taught Lumian Lee a lesson and it was the second possibility, it would have been fine. But if it was the first possibility, what do you think our chances of survival would be?" The thug nodded repeatedly and did not dare to argue. Baron Brinell sat down again, picked up his coffee cup and said: “Moreover, from his performance against Misiri and from the fact that he dared to come directly to me, it can be seen that he is a ruthless, decisive person who has a certain degree of confidence in his own abilities. “I bet that if I had used threats just now to make him completely surrender, he would have taken action immediately. He really dared to kill. “Haha, this is his strength, but also his weakness. Without knowing my strength and how many ambushes there are here, he dared to come here with the intention of killing people. Sooner or later, he will suffer for this.” Baron Brinell took a sip of coffee and closed his eyes: "Let's wait and see whether we should give him some help and protection. This ruthless country boy with a wanted warrant is a very useful knife." ………… Outside the Breeze Ballroom. Lumian looked back at the white spherical statue made up of skulls and walked towards the nearest public carriage station. On the way here, he had actually made a plan to kill people to silence them, but he didn't carry it out in the end. What he expected was that once Baron Brinell threatened him with the wanted order or showed some hostility, he would pretend to be afraid and tell the other party that he was wanted because he took a very powerful extraordinary weapon from the ruins of Cordu Village, and he was willing to hand it over in exchange for protection. If Baron Brinell is strong and confident, and is willing to let Lumian approach with a weapon, then when Lumian gets close, he will suddenly attack and pretend to assassinate, but in fact he will actively put the "Corrupted Mercury" into the other party's hands. In that case, Baron Brinell, who was not wearing gloves, would become the puppet of this evil dagger. After many days of getting along and "communicating" from time to time, "Corrupted Mercury" no longer dared to disobey Lumian's words to a certain extent. As long as it did not conflict with its instinct to find the "knife holder", it would do things according to Lumian's instructions, even if it had been controlled by others. By then, Baron Brinell will surely change his attitude and turn his enemy into a friend. After a few days, when no one will suspect Lumian, he will mysteriously disappear into the depths of underground Trier with a few of his men who know the truth, never to be seen again. If Baron Brinell did not let Lumian approach with the "Corrupted Mercury", but instead asked one of his thugs to take the silver-black dagger, then Lumian's strategy would be to first turn that thug into the "knife holder", then use words to cover up his abnormality and give corresponding instructions to the "Corrupted Mercury". Afterwards, let the puppet raid Baron Brinell and exchange his fate of becoming the "Knife-wielder" with him. After completing this task, Lumian would break through if he could, or surrender if he could not, and wait for the exchange of fate to be completed - even if the original puppet died because it could no longer attack, as long as the "Corrupted Mercury" itself was not seriously damaged, the exchange of fate would not be terminated. As for the torture he might suffer after surrendering, Lumian didn't care at all. As long as he didn't die, he would be fully recovered by six o'clock the next morning. Baron Brinell turned into a "knife-wielding man" and showed signs of decay after his zombie transformation, which could easily be discovered by others. Lumian also thought of a solution: Baron Brinell himself said that in Trier, it was very common for men to wear makeup, and he himself should be a loyal reader of "Men's Aesthetics". Perfume can cover up the stench of a corpse, and powder can cover up rotten skin! Frankly speaking, Lumian had some struggles in the cafe on the second floor of Breeze Ballroom, hesitating whether to take action. The reason that finally made him give up was that Baron Brinell showed some goodwill towards him, a wanted criminal. And the goodwill of this villain often means that he wants to take advantage of the other party. “If Baron Brinell really wanted to use me, he would definitely take the initiative to help me conceal my identity and tell me in advance about the unusual movements of certain bounty hunters…” Lumian laughed as he pondered. This is a good thing! As for whether he would be put in a very dangerous situation because of being used, Lumian already had some ideas. By that time, he and Baron Brinell should have been familiar with each other.

It will be easier to start if you are familiar with it! When being used by the other party to do something extremely dangerous and something he was not willing to consider, Lumian had only one choice, which was to kill Baron Brinell. Huh... Lumian let out a breath and thought about how to further disguise himself. He had some confidence in his disguise. As long as he did not "reveal" his relationship with the parish priest and Mrs. Puaris like he did when he went to see Anthony Reed, and let the other party make corresponding associations, he would not be recognized directly. But the incident with Baron Brinell made him realize that he might have underestimated other extraordinary people. Since there are "hunters" who are good at tracking, there may be other sequences that are better than recognizing people. "Baron Brinell or one of his subordinates should have similar abilities..." Lumian nodded imperceptibly. This is confirmed by the fact that Aosta was found several times after moving. Thinking of this, Lumian stopped at the bus stop, got on a brown double-decker carriage, and spent 30 copeks to pick a seat in the carriage - if he sat on the roof, that is, the upper level, it would only cost 15 copeks. The carriage started slowly and drove towards the observatory area. Lumian looked out the window and saw passers-by in various clothes hurrying by, bicycles jingling, horse-drawn carriages belonging to different companies, and humanoid machines made of gears, valves, pipes, levers, etc. The metal backpack behind it was emitting white steam, driving it forward step by step. "Praise the sun!" The scorching sun shines on the pedestrians on the street with their arms outstretched. Ding ding ding, the nearby church bells rang, it was twelve o'clock noon. PS: Ask for double monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)