Chapter 125: sincere

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Gardner. Martin glanced at Lumian in surprise, then pondered for a while and said, "Let's talk in the carriage."

Hearing these words, the butler Faustino took the initiative to sit in the front of the carriage, next to the driver.

Lumian followed Gardner silently. Martin got into the carriage and sat down opposite.

Wait until the vehicle is moving slowly, Gardner. Martin looked at Lumian and said, "Why do you need to advance such a large amount of cash?"

Lumian replied frankly: "Because I have the opportunity to improve my strength, I want to become the arsonist of Sequence 7."

Gardner. Martin didn't expect this guy to be so frank, and asked with a smile after two seconds: "Is 12,000 Filkin enough?"

"And the 18,000 Felkin you gave last time, and your previous savings." Lumian replied without blinking.

Gardner. Martin nodded slowly: "Did you meet someone selling the main ingredients of the Arsonist potion elsewhere? Do you have the formula for the Arsonist potion?"

"Yes." Lumian didn't hide anything.

Gardner. Martin laughed: "You actually told me all these things, shouldn't they be kept as secrets?"

Lumian said very sincerely: "I feel that I am ready to take the Pyromancer's potion, and I may be able to advance to Sequence Seven in a short time.

"At that time, if you encounter any conflicts, it is impossible to hide the change in your own strength, and you will soon be known by the boss. If this is the case, why don't you tell you now?"

And, ballroom manager Rene is Gardner. For Martin's people, he will definitely report the advance of 12,000 to Felkin.

Lumi settled down for a while, and said: "This is one of the reasons.

"Another reason is that I have wandered, stayed in the country, and been wanted. Now I only recognize one truth, that is, I will treat whoever treats me well."

His words were not meant to show his loyalty, (Su), according to Jenna, with Gardner. When Martin only met once, such loyalty seemed too pompous and not believable. His purpose is mainly to show that he wants to be loyal to the other party.

Similarly, (Ming), Gardner. It was impossible for Martin to fail to understand the reason for his early confession. The real purpose of what he said just now was to show that he was a man with a brain.

Gardner. Martin tilted his head slightly, (little), laughed and said: "Very good." Brinel, (said), Christo and the others didn't reveal their secrets, they just thought I didn't know.

"You can correctly understand your situation, (network), future development and my attitude, which means that you are smarter than them. In many cases, sincerity is the most effective means."

sincere? Lumian said in an unusually sincere manner: "Boss, I have clues to the main material, but I still don't know where to find the auxiliary material.

"Can you help me keep an eye out for fire salamander blood, magma pyroxene powder and red crown impatiens?"

In Lumian's view, Gardner is suspected of being a "Hunter" who passed through Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5. It should be easier for Martin to find the auxiliary materials for the "Pyromancer" potion than Franka.

Maybe, when he was promoted to "Pyromancer", he still had some supplementary materials to use up?

According to Aurora's witchcraft notes, as long as the method is proper, the auxiliary materials with spirituality can still be preserved for a long time.

Gardner. Martin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Charles to make such a direct request.

He originally planned to care a few words, and after understanding the needs, he offered to help, so as to buy people's hearts.

Two seconds later, Gardner. Martin nodded lightly and said, "No problem."

Seeing that he didn't ask about the weight of the three auxiliary materials, Lumian became more and more convinced that the Savoyard boss was a mid-sequencer of the "Hunter" path.

Gardner. Martin looked out the window, and said in a tone like a school test: "You have observed outside the congressman's office for a while, did you find anyone suspicious?"

"No." Lumian shook his head, "They are all people whose photos occasionally appear in newspapers."

Gardner. Martin smiled indifferently and said: "Indeed, there are the president and vice president of our Savoy Chamber of Commerce, Bono, the boss of the Goodwell Chemical Plant, Goodwell, and Kelai, the manager of Nova Mechanical Limbs Company. Mans, Etienne with the Saint-Geres phlogiston factory... I was invited as a shareholder of the Leicester docks, owner of the Leicester freight company and the Savoyard construction company, not the leader of the Savoie party."

Speaking of which, Gardner. Martin sighed softly: "But we can only barely squeeze into Trier's high society. In the business world, the real big men are the chairman of the Trier Bank, Suhit Bank, Assets Credit Bank, and all of them. Those who are the shareholders of giants such as Suhit Textile Group, Tilisi Coal and Steel Consortium, Anubi Steel Company, Southern Wine Merchants Federation, Fargar Arms Group, and Balam-Pass Import and Export Company .”

Lumian has seen these terms in newspapers and magazines, and the most impressive one is Balam Pass Import and Export Company.

In order to protect its interests in West Balam and the Pas River Valley in the southern continent, it was even allowed to raise a large private army and a fleet in the form of mercenaries.

Seeing traffic coming off Market Avenue, Gardner. Martin signaled the driver to stop the carriage on the side of the road, and nodded to Lumian: "Before taking the potion, you must confirm your own condition. I would rather delay it for a while than take risks."

After responding, Lumian left the carriage and walked towards White Coat Street.

He's going to hide all his cash in that safe house. After walking a certain distance, Lumian became a little hesitant: a safe house does not mean absolute safety, especially in places like the market area and the botanical garden where there are many lower-class people, thieves and thieves are quite rampant.

"Make a few traps in the safe house to guard against thieves?" Lumian thought suddenly, and suddenly had a better idea.

That is to give 26,000 Filkin as an advance payment to Ms. Magician.

In this way, there is no problem of large sums of cash being lost.

And the very tall lady would not deny that she had received the advance payment.

Phew... After making up his mind, Lumian came to the safe house on White Coat Street, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter: "Dear Ms. Magician: "I have raised 26,000 Filkin, which will be used as an advance payment Here it is, after I make up the final payment of 4000, you will give me the extraordinary characteristics of the arsonist.

"I hope to reply."

Lumian didn't ask Ms. "Magician" to give "Pyromancer" Extraordinary Characteristics right now because he hasn't obtained the corresponding auxiliary materials, and saving Extraordinary Characteristics is more troublesome, and there is also the possibility of losing them.

After summoning the puppet courier and taking away the cloth bag stuffed with cash and coins with a letter attached, Lumian relaxed a lot, but was a little worried that the courier would be robbed in the spirit world.

Not long after, the puppet courier wearing a golden skirt brought a reply from Ms. Magician: "Twenty-six thousand Felkin have been received.

"magician."

It was like a receipt... Lumian grunted and thanked the puppet messenger.

He then left White Coat Street and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

As usual, after opening the gate with half a piece of wire, Lumian walked through the lobby where only the basement bar had a little light, and walked up the stairs.

On the second floor, he pursed his lips.

Continue to go up, arrived at the third floor, and came to room 310 where Flemish lived.

The wooden door of that room was not closed, it was completely open, and the curtains were also not drawn, allowing the crimson moonlight to penetrate the glass and shine in.

This is an unwritten folk custom that is more popular among the lower-level people in the Trier area: the door of the room where someone has died must be opened for three days and the curtains drawn. It seems that the ghosts of the deceased are unwilling to leave. Lumian stood at the door, looking at the room that was free of debris, as if he saw the madman holding his head and shouting "I'm going to die" again.

After a while, he silently retracted his gaze and walked towards the stairs.

He heard someone trying to suppress his voice in room 302, but he couldn't control the communication well.

That room belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Ruhr and Michel, fake photo sellers who were part-time scavengers.

They obviously did not light the kerosene lamps and calcium carbide lamps. No light spilled through the cracks of the door.

As Lumian approached the stairs, he relied on his strong hearing to instinctively listen to the old couple's conversation: "Old woman, look at these, look at these, they are all valuable! Those gentlemen and ladies just throw them away like this Already!"

"I think this bag of stuff would sell for 5 Filkin..."

"5 Filkin? At least 15!"

"Old man, if only we could pick up such valuable garbage every day."

"That would have to elect a member every day."

"Praise the sun, let that congressman hold a banquet every day. In this way, in just one year, in just one year, we can go back to Ormere to buy 10 acres of land and plant vines."

"You old lady is quite good at thinking."

"Think about it? Don't you think? Even if there is no banquet, we have saved a lot of money. Another four or five years should be enough."

"Yeah, then we won't have to work as hard as we do now, and we don't have to worry about not being able to work..."

Lumian didn't listen any more, just smiled silently, went down the stairs, and returned to room 207. Take a shower and go to bed.

Sleeping until midnight, in the midst of the lake, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

As soon as he sat up and looked towards the corridor, there was a knock on the door.

Lumian walked over half defensively and half suspiciously, and opened the wooden door.

Outside the door was the short, gray-haired Mrs. Michelle in a yellow sarong.

She said with a look of fear and panic: "Rul suddenly fell ill. Charles, Mr. Charles, help me carry him to the clinic on White Coat Street, okay?

"I, I have money to see a doctor for him."

Mr. Rule is sick? He was fine before I went to bed... Lumian was stunned.

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