Chapter 642 Bribery Looking at the open door of the mechanical elevator and the tall, thin black figure next to him, Lumian raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slowly. He found that there was an extra person behind him without him noticing. The man was a tall and thin man, wearing a very complicated and even layered black robe. His face was pale as if he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. He had a fluffy black hat on his black hair, and a white, gently swaying feather was inserted on the edge of the black hat. Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked into the mechanical elevator. The tall and thin man with dark brown eyes followed him in without making any noise. Lumian stretched out his right hand, grasped the brass handle inside, and pressed it down to the number representing the third underground floor. He heard a click. When Lumian chose the floor he wanted to go to, the tall and thin man wearing a black hat with a white feather did the same thing, and he pulled the brass handle to the eighteenth underground floor. After waiting for a while, the sound of steam gushing out was heard not far away. The gears began to turn, the chain tightened quickly, and the mechanical lift with a rather luxurious interior slowly sank down. Neither of the two people in the compartment spoke, it was unusually quiet. Soon, the mechanical elevator stopped at the third underground floor, and Lumian walked out slowly and headed towards Suite 7 without looking back. When he heard the sound of the metal chain being pulled farther away from him, he muttered to himself thoughtfully: "That Mr. Ivelista?"

Ivelista lives on the eighteenth floor underground and his servants are all dead. The way Ivelista appeared and the state of his servant made Lumian suspect that it was a "Wraith", a Sequence 5 "Wraith" of the "Prisoner" path. The "Prisoner" path is controlled by the "Rose School". No matter whether it is the "Temperance Faction" or the "Hentai Faction", they are inseparable from this secret organization. There should not be many "vengeful souls" that do not belong to the "Rose School". A rare wild "ghost", or the vanguard of the "Rose School" who are planning to attack the Port of Pylos? Well, I can't rule out the possibility that they are members of the "Temperance School". At least in this brief one or two minutes, I didn't see any traces of Ivelista's long-term indulgence in desires... Lumian decided to write his observations in a letter to Ms. "Magician". Whether it is good or bad, let the professionals decide! Back in Suite 7, Lumian saw Ludwig sitting at the dining table, using a small silver spoon to scoop food from a ceramic soup pot. The dish was topped with a layer of cheese mixed with egg liquid, and was slightly burnt in many places. Through the large hole dug by Ludwig, Lumian saw pork, beef, fish, shrimp, shellfish, potatoes, tomatoes and other ingredients stewed together underneath. The rich smell of spices mixed with the aroma of the meat itself filled the entire living room and dining room with a magic that made people swallow their saliva. Ludwig ate quietly, while Lugano stood up and asked attentively: "Would you like some? This is a very local 'Iseo'. Different chefs choose different ingredients, so the taste will be different." Ludwig turned his head and glanced at Lugano. He said nothing and continued eating, but he sped up his progress. Lumian sat next to Ludwig and said to the little boy with a mouth full of cheese and juice with a smile: "I was going to bring you a better midnight snack, but then I thought better of it." "What's for supper?" Lugano asked cooperatively but with a bit of curiosity. "You don't want to know." Lumian smiled like a devil. The midnight snack he was referring to was the body of the "serial killer" Bram. He originally wanted to bring back a few pieces and feed them to Ludwig to see what kind of "nutrition" the little boy could gain and what kind of information he could relay. However, considering that he had already asked and "communicated" with the spirits, and considering Bram's position, he probably didn't know much about the abnormalities of the Andrellad family, so Lumian cautiously gave up the idea of ​​feeding Ludwig. ——According to his observation, when Ludwig eats to a certain extent, he will be able to recover a certain amount of strength and will not be restricted so tightly by the seal. If he is fed with the corpse of a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he may undergo a qualitative change. By then, Lumian is afraid that his strength will not be enough to deal with possible accidents, and he will be cooked into a delicacy by Ludwig and eaten. The silver spoon in Ludwig's hand paused for two seconds and said: "If you didn't bring it, why did you tell me?" Oh, are you a little angry? Lumian laughed secretly and said: "It's to tell you that we have come to the adventurer's paradise, the kingdom of chaos. You will have many opportunities to eat good food later."

He was hinting to Ludwig - behave well and I won’t forget to find some “delicious food” for you! Ludwig stuffed the soft potatoes on the spoon into his mouth and answered vaguely: "I don't want to go to school." Meaning, as long as you don't go to school, everything else is negotiable? Of course, the premise is to pay enough for the food... Lumian stood up with satisfaction, walked back to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, turned on the faucet, and began to wash. Hot water of suitable temperature flows out of the brass faucet. Lumian soaked the towel and wrung it out, then applied the steaming hot water to his face, feeling refreshed all over. ——The Aurelia Hotel uses steam engines to power mechanical lifts and other machines, which requires the boiler to run all the time to boil water, so providing hot water around the clock is one of its selling points. ………… The next morning, Lumian, wearing a golden straw hat, appeared on Kania Street next to the Resurrection Square in Paros Port. This was once the ruling center of the Intis colonists in Matani State. Road signs and store names written in Intis language could be seen everywhere. Lumian easily walked along the Intis sycamore trees and arrived at a four-story off-white house in a luxurious Intis style. The signs here were written in Dutan, Intis, Plateau, Loen, and Feysac: "Paros Port Patrol" There are five more lines of the same meaning at the bottom of the sign: "Only deals with paranormal matters." This fully takes into account the reporting needs of adventurers from different countries... Lumian joked and walked into the off-white house. There were not many people in the lobby of the house, except for a receptionist who was idly leaning back in a chair, flipping through today's local tabloid. He was a native man in his thirties with dark brown skin, jet-black hair, a thin face and dark brown eyes. "I want to report a case." Lumian walked over and spoke in Intis. The native looked up at him, stood up unsteadily, pushed open a baffle at the back, and shouted a few words inside. Lumian could barely understand what he was saying in Tutan: "Someone who knows Intis or the highland language..." You can't do this. Since you don't understand foreign languages, don't waste time reading newspapers and study hard... Lumian criticized the receptionist in his heart, maintaining a gentle smile, and patiently waiting for other patrol team members to come out. In just a minute or two, a young man with fluffy brown hair, as if he had not washed his hair completely and went to bed last night, pushed the door open from the end of the hall. He wore a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest, put one hand in his pocket, came to Lumian, and spoke in fluent Intis: "What do you want to report?" Lumian looked at this young man who was obviously from the Northern Continent, with a cigarette in his hand and brown eyes for a few seconds, and replied with a very restrained smile: "I found a murderer." The young man with clear outlines and good-looking features pointed at the door with a smile: "The murderer went across the street to find the police." Diagonally opposite the patrol team is the Paros Police Headquarters. Lumian still had that reserved smile:

"That's a serial killer." "Serial killer..." The young man with a cigarette in his hand muttered to himself silently, and his expression suddenly became serious: "How did you know?" "I found a lot of severed lips in his house, human lips." Lumian smiled stiffly. "The severed lip?" the young man, whose yellow vest was not buttoned, asked seriously and urgently, "Where is his home?" Lumian thought for a moment and said: "I can't spell the street name, but I can take you to the scene. I can find it. It's on a street near the 'Piranha Plant' bar." The young man forced himself to calm down, took a puff of his cigarette and said: "What about the murderer? Have you ever seen what he looks like?" "He's dead," Lumian answered truthfully. The young man was stunned for two seconds: "How did you die?" The corners of Lumian's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile that was no longer restrained: "I killed him." The young man with fluffy brown hair suddenly froze in expression. He stared at Lumian for several seconds before saying: "Are you an adventurer, here to collect the bounty?" The serial murders committed by Bram were all local, so there was a wanted warrant issued by General Quilaril, but there was no corresponding name or appearance on the wanted warrant, only a description of the case, because the suspect had not yet been identified. Lumian smiled and said: "I guess so, but you can lead it too." The young man frowned: "What do you mean?" "The reward is yours." Lumian did not hide his intention to bribe the other party at all. The young man looked at Lumian for a few seconds: "what do you want?" "I want the files on the serial murder case from four years ago and the related items you collected." Lumian answered frankly. There might be something in there that Ludwig could eat. The young man fell silent, as if weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he scratched his brown hair and said: “You can be shown the case files and related items, but you cannot take them away, you can only copy them. "Also, I need to go to the scene first to confirm if it's the serial killer." "Okay." Lumian stretched out his right hand and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation." The young man stretched out his hand and shook his:

"It's nice to work with you. You can call me Camus. What about you?" Lumian smiled again: "Louis Berry." Louis Berry... this name sounds familiar... Camus thought as he walked into the door deep in the hall, ready to find two teammates to go with him. (End of this chapter)