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After listening to Aosta's explanation, Lumian thought a little funny:
"What kind of strange rule is this?"
Remembering walking the turtle, the interstellar bridge, visiting the catacombs with candles, running with the wind, etc., he felt that this was nothing.
Perhaps the citizens of Trier love this unique experience.
Looking at the dance hall where people came one after another and put on monocles, Lumian asked casually:
"What if the new guest didn't know the rule before?"
Aosta pointed to the end of the old street:
"There are shops selling monocles and short suits."
"I suspect that it was opened by the owner of the dance hall."
No need to doubt... Lumian mumbled.
He even thought that Timmons set the rules for the "different" dance hall to make a profit selling short suits and monocles.
Of course, it is also aimed at the trendy fashion of the citizens of Trier.
"How many years has this been open?" Lumian pointed his chin at the "Different" dance hall opposite.
"For more than twenty years, it was here when I first arrived in Trier, and it is said that it was opened when Trier first became popular as a dance hall.
"Aosta looked in the direction of Purgatory Square, "Is there nothing else? I have to go back underground. "
It is only thinking about making money, and is afraid of missing people who ask for divination and help.
Lumian turned his head and stared at him intently.
Seeing this, Aosta raised his heart, as if being stared at by a beast.
"What's the matter?" He subconsciously smiled again.
Lumian withdrew his gaze and said casually:
"Be careful these two days."
"What?" Aosta looked blank, startled and frightened.
Ciel isn't threatening me, is he? We had a great time working together just now, and he even entrusted me to help him. Find materials!
Lumian smiled:
"Literally, it has nothing to do with me."
"By the way, help me collect some more information about the water monster. The more detailed the better, the reward is the same as I said before."
Who is he, I might be unlucky and get beaten up recently? Aosta tries to decipher what Lumian really means.
At the same time, he always felt that the style and tone of the other party's words were very familiar, but he couldn't remember the
Where have I heard it.
On the way back to Purgatory Square, Aosta decided to do a divination for himself to see if he was really going to be unlucky.
As a "Secret Prayer", the probability and accuracy of his successful divination are much better than ordinary people.
At this time, Aosta suddenly woke up and wanted to understand why he had a sense of familiarity before.
Isn't this the style and tone he usually speaks to those "customers"?
Opposite the ancient building, Lumian was hesitating whether to buy a short suit and a monocle, and sneak into the "Out of the ordinary" dance hall to observe the environment on the spot and collect more information.
"But if Timmons really belongs to some mysterious organization and is friends with the police commissioner, it is not a wise thing to kidnap him for tens of thousands of Felkins. It will affect my business. Money for suits and monocles, isn’t it a waste? It’s not cheap.”
Lumian has never been stingy when it is time to spend money. After all, Trier has many kind-hearted people, but when he should not spend money, he is quite frugal.
While thinking about it, he looked around and found that there was a "Alone" bar diagonally opposite the "Different" dance hall.
"The customers of the dance hall and the customers of the bar overlap to a large extent, they should be competitors..." Suddenly, Lumian's thoughts brightened.
The person who knows a person best is often his enemy, and the person who knows a song and dance hall best is usually his competitor!
Even if their rhetoric is likely to be exaggerated, it can reflect some facts to some extent.
Lumian turned around and walked into the "Alone" bar.
The buildings in the old street are quite old, most of them can be traced back to the time of Roselle, and their windows are narrow, even in the daytime
The lighting is also poor, and darkness has become the main theme here.
Before the gas wall lamp was lit, Lumian walked through the dark hall with only a few guests, came to the front of the bar, and sat down.
"A glass of gin with ice." Lumian took off his peaked cap and said.
The bar counter was at the innermost part of the tavern, and the lighting was the worst. The tall and thin bartender seemed to be shrouded in darkness, showing only a corresponding silhouette.
With Lumian's vision, he could barely see that the other party had slightly curly black hair, his eyes seemed to be bluer, and his nose bridge was not high enough.
While waiting for the gin, Lumian smiled unintentionally and said:
"Your business here is not very good. I see that there are many customers in the 'different' dance hall opposite. "
The bartender pushed the gin with a slice of lemon and a lot of ice cubes in front of Lumian.
He looked at the door and said:
"Our business isn't bad, it's just that most of the people are waiting in the cellar for the theatrical performances.
"How about it, do you want to see it? Customers who ordered wine can enter the cellar by paying another 5 ricks. Uh, your gin is 8 ricks."
This is an element that is not found in several bars on the street.
The bartender sighed and said:
"The opposite side can dance, sing, play cards, and play billiards. We have to be different from them in order to attract customers."
"Many bars and cafes on the North Shore now have small theaters."
Lumian didn't know how to describe this behavior, so he could only sigh with emotion:
"Is the competition in the bar business so intense?"
He then took out three 20 kope silver coins engraved with gear elements and a 5 kope copper coin, and handed them to the wine
Save.
This totaled 13 ricks, or 65 coppes, including the ticket money to the performance in the small theater.
The bartender immediately pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar leading to the bottom:
"You can always go to the cellar and serve your wine."
Don't need a photo ticket? Lumian did not leave the bar in a hurry, and said with a smile:
"That distinctive song and dance hall opposite seems very unique?"
"It's very unique." The bartender lowered his voice, "Have you been cheated by the people there, so you keep asking him
their business? "
"Yes." Lumian nodded calmly.
He wasn't trying to hide it at all.
The bartender laughed:
"People who were deceived came here every day, but none of them succeeded. I once saw Kong Dai, the police commissioner in the Observatory District, enter that dance hall, also wearing a short suit and a monocle."
Timmons is really not easy...Lumian gave up the idea of asking the owner of the "different" dance hall for money.
He took the glass of gin, left the bar, and walked down the stairs to the cellar.
Before approaching the opposite wooden door below, Lumian heard the bartender shouting from above:
"A guest is coming!"
With a creak, the wooden door opened.
Lumian slowed down and walked in while observing the environment.
It has been transformed into a small theater, with a half-height wooden stage at the innermost part, and two gas wall lamps above provide the most basic lighting.
In places where the light is dim or out of reach, stools and rows of chairs are placed in a relatively sparse manner.
At this time, more than 20 guests were already sitting here, watching the theatrical performance above.
None of them spoke, and they were so quiet that only the sound of drinking could be heard from time to time, setting off the dark cellar to an almost dead silence.
Lumian found a chair near the exit and sat down, looking at the stage.
What is being performed is not a real person, but a half-height puppet.
Both men and women are painted with yellow, white and red oil paint, and the corners of their mouths are raised high, outlining an exaggerated smile.
Under the control of silk threads that are so subtle that Lumian can barely see it, these puppets raise their hands, open their mouths, turn around, or run, performing different dramas.
The deep male voice and the slightly high-pitched female voice came out alternately from nowhere, speaking different lines.
Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, in the darkness spreading around, those clown puppets painted with oil paint looked quite gloomy.
Lumian instinctively didn't like such an environment very much.
Because he didn't want to waste the ticket money, he watched it for a while until the drama was over.
During the whole process, there was no sound around, and the faces of those customers either reflected a yellowish light, or were hidden in the darkness, and they were more focused than Lumian imagined.
Lumian drank his last sip of gin and left the small theater where only two gas wall lamps were lit.
On the way back to the Candide Market area, Lumian sat by the window of the public carriage and looked at the constantly receding
Street shops and pedestrians on the road, think about what to do next:
"One is to find a way to get the meat of the water monster, gather all the materials, and complete the pre-preparation for the 'prophecy', and the other is to do something to improve my status in the Savoy Party. Try to become the real leader as soon as possible ···
Lumian's eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure.
It was Wilson in a white shirt and black jacket, with a fleshy face and slightly curly brown hair, Wilson from the Stinger Gang.
Wilson was leading two thugs across Market Avenue and into an alley, with a steady step and normal posture.
"He was thrown like that by me, is it all right?" Lumian was stunned for a while.
You know, it fell from the fourth floor!
What is this resilience? No bee beetle can compare to him!
Lumian quickly speculated:
"Does the Stinger Gang have supernatural healing abilities?"
"Physician from the cultivator's pathway?"
After speculating about this matter, Lumian suddenly remembered that in his dream, Mrs. Puares had the ability to heal injuries instantly!
Although there may be elements of exaggerated or distorted dreams, the abnormal path corresponding to Mrs. Puares does include the realm of life.
The person suspected of Louis Lund also appeared on Market Avenue before... As he thought about the relationship between the forces behind the Stinger Gang and the evil **** Mrs. Puares believed in, the corners of Lumian's mouth curled up.