Chapter 119: sudden onset of digestion

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Hearing Franke mention the promotion, Lumian suddenly felt that it was time to make some preparations.

It's not that he doesn't want to be the "arsonist" of Sequence 7, and really has enough mystic methods, but that the previous potion formulas of "Hunter" and "Provocateur" all came from the gift of Ms. "Magician", and he got too much It was easy, so he was not in a hurry, and waited for the "Provocateur" potion to be completely digested, and then wrote to Ms. "Magician" to see what price he would have to pay in exchange for all the things needed for promotion. More importantly, Lumian clearly knows that Ms. "Magician" has an "arsonist" Extraordinary characteristic, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he feels that he still needs to make some extra preparations: Ms. "Magician" probably won't Belonging to the "Hunter" path, she may not really have the "Pyromancer" potion formula, and she may have given the "Pyromancer" extraordinary characteristics to someone else.

After all, it is impossible for Lumian to be the only one who takes the Minor Arcana card, nor is it possible that all of them are from other ways.

Of course, given the lady's status and abilities, it would not be too difficult for her to obtain the "Arsonist" potion formula and the corresponding main ingredients. But she may not be happy, or it may delay for a long time.

Amidst his thoughts, Lumian glanced at the wooden box lying on Franka's lap, hesitated and said, "Sell it."

Although the evil scythe is extremely sharp and can absorb the life of the enemy through blood, which is very suitable for his fighting style that is good at close combat, but this thing is too inconvenient to carry, and it can't be hidden, which greatly limits the use occasions , most of the time it can only be placed in the Breeze Ballroom or the Golden Rooster Hotel, which will come in handy when someone attacks you, or in an active raid, take it out in advance and use the night to cover it. If he wants to carry it all the time, the only way Lumian can think of at the moment is to get a cello box on his back. Very suspicious for a gang leader.

In fact, if it wasn't for Franke's mention of preparing for promotion, Lumian began to feel that the 4,000 Filkin on him was a bit far away and needed to raise more funds. In fact, he didn't mind leaving behind the evil scythe named "Harvest Sacrifice", after all, it could still play a role in some occasions. If it doesn't work, Lumian can also use the "secret-peeping glasses" to pretend to be a musician, carry the "cello" on his back, and assassinate the corresponding target.

Franka sighed after hearing the words: "I can only sell it. It's actually very good, but it doesn't match my fighting style." She then pointed to Lumian's waist: "Those types Potion, how about a bottle for each of us?"

To be honest, Franka wasn't too interested in "Rage Potion" and "Bark Potion", but only wanted "Scorpion Venom" and "Healing Potion". But considering that Lumian also needed to apply poison to the weapon and receive some treatment, she chose the most standard solution.

"Okay." Lumian agreed.

In the dark night, outside No. 126 Market Avenue, several police officers in black uniforms pulled up a cordon to prevent passers-by from approaching the building behind them.

In that house, Angoulême with blond hair, golden eyebrows and golden beard. Germany. Francois stood in front of the statue of a woman with soft features, staring at the **** words on the wall, and with a row of gold buttons on his chest, he kept silent, letting the surrounding "Purifier" members and those who assisted them The cops felt overwhelmed uncontrollably.

After a while, the "Purifier" member with Southern Continent blood came out from the basement, walked to Angoulim, and said in a low voice: "Deacon, there are obvious traces of worshiping evil gods underground, and there are a group of dead people Sacrifice." The door of the cell was opened, some of the kidnapped escaped, and the rest told me that Roger the Black Scorpion was indeed using magic. "Angoulem listened with no expression, looked around, and said to the surrounding policemen: "So many people are missing, didn't you notice it? Who told me that there are only some controllable Extraordinary people in the market area, if they are arrested, it will lead to the entry of new gangsters and bring about even greater chaos? "

The angry voice echoed in the living room of 126 Market Avenue, making every policeman lower his head. At this moment, Angoulêm turned his head suddenly, looking at the female statue with soft features. Just now, he vaguely felt that there was a wave of anger there, which disappeared in a flash.

A layer of gold appeared on Angoulême's body, he stretched out his right palm, and opened the belly of the statue. There's an empty space for a huddled human being

In the hole, a brown-green seed lay quietly inside, turning into powder when blown by the wind.

The second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

Lumian frowned suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Franka asked.

Lumian didn't know whether he should be happy or puzzled and replied: "Just now, my provocateur potion was completely digested."

"What great person did we provoke by what we did just now?" Franka guessed, "That Ms. Yue or the official Extraordinary?"

"It's all possible." Lumian didn't think about it if he didn't understand it. Anyway, this is a good thing, which means that he can start to promote Sequence 7 "Pyromancer"!

And this also made him intuitively realize a situation: it is not necessary to sum up all the acting rules in order to completely digest the corresponding potion.

After summing up a part of his own playing rules, as long as he plays properly and constantly receives feedback, he can use the accumulation of times or time to digest the potion.

Lumian muttered silently with some insight.

After distributing the potion and deciding to sell the other trophies for money, Lumian bid farewell to Franka, deliberately walked around the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

As soon as he went up to the second floor, he saw the door of room 206 open, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp shone into the dark corridor. When Lumian passed by, he took a look inside and found that Gabriel was wearing his favorite black overalls, sitting on the edge of the bed, observing the aisle outside.

"You are finally back!" The playwright stood up happily.

Lumian raised his right eyebrow: "Have you not 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, Mr. Lopp didn't call the police, and signed a contract with me to buy my script. He said that he originally wanted to give 1500 Filkin as a down payment. But considering that we frightened him and deducted 500, when the play is officially staged, I can share 2.5% of the ticket revenue for each show."

Lumian laughed: "I thought it was Zuo Luan who made him agree, and I must have regretted it afterwards. I didn't expect your script to really move him."

You think so, why do you still do that? Gabriel sneered instinctively. He explained: "Mr. Lopp understands the weirdness 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 To try to be manly, to have fake props for it, and to try to convince him that they broke up for it."

"You people from Trier." As the prank king of Kordu village, Lumian couldn't help but sigh.

Gabriel was from the provinces, not from Trier, and he didn't care about Shire's taunts at all. He said sincerely: "Thank you very much. Although I don't agree with your method, but without you, my script would never be seen by Mr. Lopp."

Speaking of this, Gabriel asked with some doubts: "Mr. Lopp said that our writers are not careful at all, and they only covered their faces when they reached his door. After he chatted with the guard in charge of the lobby, he said Knowing our looks, once we call the police, none of us can escape. Why didn’t you cover your face in advance when you **** the guard?” Gabriel felt that as a gang leader, Charles shouldn’t be so negligent.

Lumian asked calmly, "Why are you covered?"

Gabriel asked blankly, "Why did you get confused again later?"

Lumian replied in a flat tone: "Because Jane is blind."

What logic is this. Even as a playwright, Gabriel felt that he could not understand Shire's thoughts. He could feel that Charles was not in a normal state last night, but he didn't know the specific reason, so it was difficult to deduce.

The other party's mental condition and behavioral roots.

Gabriel sighed and said, "Fortunately, the result was good, otherwise we would all be caught by the police..." He paused at this point, because he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Savoyard Party and had committed crimes Everything is worse than last night.

Lumian laughed and patted Gabriel on the shoulder: "Even if you are caught, you are only an accessory. You don't have a weapon. You can get out on bail with a little money."

After speaking, he walked to his room and opened the door of 207.

Gabriel looked at Charles' back, a little dazed, but also a little lucky.

In room 207, Lumian carefully checked "Fallen Mercury". He felt that if the short knife was not repaired, it could last for three months.

"Actually, you can ask Franka, she might know some people who can repair magical items and extraordinary weapons." Lumian half closed his eyes, and started "communication" with "Fallen Mercury". After a while, he knew what fate he got in exchange for this time: the fate of black scorpion Roger drinking heavily.

Lumian immediately put away "Fallen Mercury", stood up, left the room, and went up to the third floor. He walked to the door of room 310, and heard the lunatic shouting in fear, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Lumian took out half of the wire, opened the door, and saw the lunatic squatting on the moonlit ground, holding his head, trembling.

Lumian leaned half against the door frame and smiled: "You are lucky, the ghost of Montsouris hasn't come to kill you yet. I don't know if it is too busy, or it is passive and sabotage."

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