Chapter 231 The Sudden Digestion After hearing Franka mention the promotion, Lumian suddenly felt that it was time to make some preparations. It was not that he did not want to become a Sequence 7 "Arsonist" and truly master enough mystical means, but the previous "Hunter" and "Provocateur" potion formulas were all gifts from the "Magician" lady, and they were obtained too easily, so he was not in a hurry at all. He just waited for the "Provocateur" potion to be completely digested, and then wrote a letter to contact the "Magician" lady to see what price he had to pay in exchange for all the things he needed for promotion. More importantly, Lumian knew clearly that Ms. Magician had an extraordinary characteristic of "Arsonist". But now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that he still had to make some extra preparations: The "Magician" lady is most likely not from the "Hunter" path, and may not really have the "Arsonist" potion formula. She may have given the "Arsonist" extraordinary characteristic to someone else. After all, it is impossible that Lumian is the only one who holds the Little Arcana card, and it is unlikely that all of them are from other paths. Of course, given the lady's status and ability, it wouldn't be too difficult for her to get the "Arsonist" potion formula and the corresponding main ingredients, but she might not be willing to do so, or might delay it for a long time. Lumian looked at the wooden box lying on Franka's lap, and after a moment's hesitation, he said: "Sell it." Although the evil sickle was extremely sharp and could suck the life out of the enemy through blood, which was a good match for his fighting style of close combat, it was too inconvenient to carry and could not be hidden. It had great restrictions on the occasions of use. Most of the time it could only be placed in the Breeze Ballroom or the Golden Rooster Hotel, to be used when someone attacked him, or to be taken out in advance during an active raid and covered by the cover of night. In order to carry it with him all the time, the only solution Lumian could think of was to get a box for the cello and carry it on his back.

For a gang leader, this is very suspicious. In fact, if Franka hadn't mentioned that she wanted to prepare for promotion, Lumian would have begun to feel that the four thousand Fergold on him was not enough and he would need to raise more funds. He didn't mind keeping the evil sickle called "Harvest Festival". After all, it could still be useful in some occasions. If that didn't work, Lumian could use the "secret glasses" to disguise himself as a musician, carry a "cello" on his back, and assassinate the corresponding target. Hearing this, Franca sighed: "I have no choice but to sell it. It's actually quite good, but it doesn't quite match my fighting style." She then pointed at Lumian's waist: "How about we each get a bottle of those potions?" Franka was honestly not too interested in the "Rage Potion" and "Bark Potion", and only wanted the "Scorpion Venom" and "Healing Potion", but considering that Lumian also needed to poison his weapons and undergo some treatment, she chose the most conventional option. "Okay." Lumian agreed. ………… In the dark, outside 126 Market Avenue. Several policemen in black uniforms set up a cordon to prevent passers-by from approaching the building behind them. Inside the house, Angouleme de François, with his blond hair, golden eyebrows and golden beard, stood in front of the statue of a woman with soft features, staring at the bloody words on the wall. He had a row of gold buttons on his chest but remained silent, which made the surrounding "Purifiers" members and the police who assisted them feel uncontrollably depressed. After a while, the Purifier member with Southern Continent descent came out of the basement, walked to Angouleme, and said in a low voice: “Deacon, there are obvious signs of worshipping evil gods underground, and there are a number of dead and living sacrifices. "The cell door has been opened. Some of the kidnapped people have escaped. The rest told me that Roger the Black Scorpion is indeed using evil magic." Angouleme listened without any expression, looked around, and said to the policemen around him: “So many people are missing, didn’t you notice? "Who told me that there are only a few controllable Beyonders in the market area, and if we arrest them, it will lead to the entry of new gangs and bring greater chaos?" The angry voices echoed in the living room of 126 Market Avenue, causing every policeman to lower his head. At this moment, Angouleme suddenly turned his head and looked at the female statue with soft features.

He just vaguely felt a wave of anger there, which flashed away. A layer of gold appeared on Angouleme's body. He stretched out his right palm and opened the belly of the statue. There was a hole there that could accommodate a curled-up human being, and a brown-green seed lay quietly inside, which turned into powder when blown by the wind. ………… The second floor of Breeze Ballroom. Lumian suddenly frowned. "What's wrong?" Franca asked. Lumian didn't know whether to be happy or confused, so he replied: "Just now, my 'Provocateur' potion was completely digested. "What important person did we offend by what we just did?" Franka guessed: "The 'Moon Lady', or the official Beyonder?" “Both are possible.” Lumian didn’t want to think about it if he couldn’t figure it out. It was a good thing anyway. This means that he can start to advance to Sequence 7 "Arsonist"! This also made him intuitively realize a situation: It is not necessary to summarize all the role-playing rules in order to fully digest the corresponding potions. After summarizing some of your own role-playing rules, as long as you act properly and continue to receive feedback, you can completely digest the potion by accumulating times or time. Therefore, most extraordinary people, without knowing the "acting method", can also rely on time and chance to digest the potion... Lumian muttered silently with enlightenment. After distributing the potions and deciding to sell the other spoils for money, Lumian said goodbye to Franca and deliberately took a walk around the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Inn. As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw that the door of Room 206 was open and the light of the calcium carbide lamp shone into the dark corridor. As Lumian passed by, he peeked inside and saw Gabriel wearing his favorite black overalls, sitting on the edge of the bed, observing the corridor outside. "You're finally back!" The playwright stood up happily. Lumian raised his right eyebrow: "You haven't been arrested by the police yet?" "..." Gabriel didn't know how to answer for a moment. After a few seconds, he couldn't hide his joy and said: "Mr. Nathan Lope did not call the police, but signed a contract with me and bought my script. "He said that he originally wanted to give me a down payment of 1500 Felkins, but considering that we scared him, he deducted 500. When the play is officially staged, I can get of the ticket revenue for each show." Lumian laughed: "I thought it was Revolver who made him agree, and he must have regretted it afterwards. I didn't expect that your script really moved him." If you think so, why do you still do that? Gabriel instinctively complained.

He explained: "Mr. Lope understands the eccentricities of artists and doesn't mind similar things. He said that his last mistress was a female painter who not only raised a sheep on his balcony, but also wanted to try the feeling of having sex with a man. She prepared fake props for this and tried to convince him that they broke up because of this." "You Trier people..." As the prank king of Cordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but sigh. Gabriel was from the provinces, not from Trier, and took Charles's taunts completely for granted. He said sincerely: "Thank you very much. Although I don't agree with your method, if it weren't for you, my script would never have been seen by Mr. Lope." At this point, Gabriel asked with some confusion: "Mr. Lopez said that we writers were not careful enough and covered our faces only when we arrived at his door. After he had a few words with the security guard in charge of the lobby, he knew what we looked like. Once the police were called, none of us would be able to escape. "Why didn't you cover your face before you tied up the guard?" Gabriel felt that as a gang leader, Charles should not be so careless. Lumian calmly asked back: "Why do you want to hide?" "..." Gabriel asked blankly, "Why did you get confused again later?" Lumian replied calmly: "Because Janna was confused." What kind of logic is this... Even as a playwright, Gabriel felt that he could not understand Charles's thoughts. He could sense that Charles was not in a normal state last night, but he did not know the specific reason and it was difficult to figure out his mental state and the source of his behavior. Gabriel sighed and said: "Fortunately, the result was good, otherwise we would all be caught by the police..." Here he paused, for he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Savoyard party, and that every crime he had committed was more serious than the one he had committed the night before. Lumian laughed and patted Gabriel on the shoulder: "Even if you are caught, you are just an accomplice. You don't have any weapons. You can be bailed out with some money." After saying that, he walked to his room and opened the door of 207. Gabriel looked at Charles' back, feeling a little confused and a little relieved. ………… In room 207, Lumian carefully examined the "Corrupted Mercury". He felt that if the dagger was not repaired, it could only last for three months. “In fact, we can ask Franka. She might know a few people who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons…” Lumian half closed his eyes and began to “communicate” with “Corrupted Mercury”. After a while, he knew what fate he had been dealt this time: The fate of Roger "Black Scorpion" drinking heavily. Lumian then put away the "Corrupted Mercury", stood up, left the room and went up to the third floor. He walked to the door of Room 310 and heard the madman still shouting in panic: “I’m dying, I’m dying!” Lumian took out a piece of wire, opened the door, and saw the madman squatting on the moonlit ground, holding his head and shivering.

Lumian half leaned against the door frame and laughed: “You are lucky, the ghost of Montsouris has not come to kill you yet. "I don't know whether it is too busy or just passive." (End of this chapter)