The lodgers

"You are so interesting, so interesting!"

The drunken Charlie hooked Lumian's shoulder and walked out of the tiled Bar.

There were nearly twenty people inside singing, gambling, yelling, and venting their inner emotions.

Only at this time, it seems that they are not poor people with meager salaries, but their own Ruler.

"I thought you would play with them Bilibi." Lumian put his arm on Charlie's back and walked towards the stairs leading upstairs with a smile.

Bilibi is a gambling game popular with Trier, and Lumian has just learned about it.

Different from Trier's favorite "Fight Evil", Bilibi only requires a piece of paper to play - depending on the number of people, the host draws a different number of grids on the paper, ranging from 9 to 64, and codes each grid with a number, allowing Participant to choose one to bet on.

Finally, the host determines a lucky number by drawing lots, tossing Coins, throwing dice, etc. The winner can take away all the bets.

If no one wins, all the money goes to the host.

The people who come to "Golden Rooster Inn" Underground Bar are either residents here or poor people nearby. Their wallets are quite empty and they mainly use wine instead of money to play gambling games. For example, the winner of each game of Bilibi only gets a glass of wine bought by everyone.

Charlie let out a long burp:

"I haven't received this week's salary yet, so I can't be too indulgent!"

He then said to Lumian in an excited tone, "Did you know? I am now working as a trainee at White Swan Hotel, Waiter, Spa District New Street's house.

"What does this mean? It means that I can wear a white shirt, a red vest, a black formal suit, tie myself with an elegant bow, and still get a salary of 65 Felkine every month! When I become a real Waiter, I heard people say that during the peak season, I can get 7 Felkine just from tips every day!

"When I get rich, I'm going to open my own hotel. No, big Hotel. When the time comes, I'll ask you to be Head Waiter. That damn guy doesn't have to do anything. He just walks around in Tailcoat and finds fault with us. His monthly salary is 150 Felkine!"

The income of trainee Waiter is a little higher than that of a coolie... Lumian smelled of alcohol on his body, but there was no alcohol in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

He remembered reading a newspaper in Study at the beginning of the year, which said in a delighted tone that Trier's coolies had an income of about 700 Felkine every year.

At that time, Lumian didn't have a clear idea about this, and he didn't know whether it was too much or too little. After all, when he was wandering, he only cared about how much food he could get every day and whether there were any kindhearted people to give him some Rick. And the income of Cordou Village villagers was mainly in kind, so he only knew the price of specific commodities and the gold content of different Banknotes, and lacked a clear understanding of the overall situation.

Of course, this is also because Aurora's income is very high, so he hardly has to worry about his family's situation.

As far as Lumian knows, after Aurora became famous, with the increase in published books and signed columns, his income has increased significantly every year. Last Year's total remuneration seems to be close to 130,000 Felkine.

However, Aurora earns more and spends more. Spells, materials and Mysticism knowledge are the bulk of her expenses. Moreover, she may also be helping some members of "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" who are not doing well, and making long-term donations to the government or charities established by Church.

But what puzzled Lumian was that when he said goodbye to Cordou Village, he didn't find a deposit receipt at home.

He knew very well that Aurora had always had the habit of saving, and the prerequisite for spending a lot was that she had already saved a lot of money in Susie Bank and other places.

In this regard, Lumian temporarily suspected that he and Older Sister were selected as Sacrifice or containers. During the period of losing their personal freedom, they were taken away by the group of Parish Priest Guillaume·Béné.

As soon as Charlie and Charlie walked up to the second floor arm in arm, Lumian heard a shrill wail:

"You bastard!"

Bang! As a door slammed shut, the wailing was blocked back, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in the corridor.

A figure Daoist dressed neatly in black Tailcoat walked towards the stairs from the end of the aisle.

This is also a young man, about the same age as Charlie. Brownish Yellow's hair is combed into a three-quarter length. Eyes's dark brown hair shows no emotion, and his slightly thin lips are tightly pursed.

He looks quite good, holding a black top hat in his hand, as if he is attending a high-society salon, which is incompatible with the environment of "Golden Rooster Inn".

Accompanying the man was a woman's cry, filled with Pain and Despair.

Watching the man's back disappear into the stairs leading to the ground floor, the rosy-cheeked Charlie curled his lips:

"What a bastard!"

"Do you know him?" Lumian is still quite "concerned" about the neighbors. After all, he may live here for a while. The more he understands the environment, the safer he will be.

Charlie said in a contemptuous tone, "His name is Laurent, the son of Mrs. Lacazan in room 201.

"Mrs. Lacazan has to darn people's socks and do various handicrafts for sixteen hours every day, just to feed this bastard, and he always wears Dignity's clothes and takes money to go to the very expensive Café, saying that he can meet people in the upper class and find opportunities for prosperity!

"Haha, he thinks he is very talented..."

Charlie Before he finished speaking, another fierce quarrel between a man and a woman came from a certain room.

They insulted each other.

"Couple, a couple who eloped on the third floor, spent almost all their money like this every day." Charlie said with a smile, "Friend, you have to get used to it. This is Market District, this is Messy Street, and the *picture*book 'Golden Rooster Hotel', and there are also people who are seriously ill and bankrupt. Guys, hawkers who trick tourists into buying things, foreigners who just go downstairs to drink and never leave the hotel, Streetwalker who has little money, Madman who only wakes up occasionally due to brain problems, Stonemason who has lost his job, retired soldiers, old men who pretend to be poor, Criminal who is wanted...

"They must be grateful that Mr. Eve is a good man. Apart from not being able to default on rent, he is very tolerant in other aspects."

"Mr. Eve... the hotel Boss? The Miser that Mrs. Fels said?" Lumian asked in return.

Charlie immediately smiled and said, "Yes, a kind-hearted Miser, he even provides everyone with free Sulfur!

"Hiccup, I haven't seen Mr. Eve for several days. I'm really worried that in order to save money, he doesn't go to City Wall Street or Red Princess District anywhere else, so he just finds a random woman in Messy Street and gets seriously ill..."

Saying that, Charlie waved his hand:

"Charles, hiccup, I went up to sleep. I have to go out at six o'clock tomorrow morning and arrive at Hotel at seven o'clock.

"Hiccup, if you can't find a job, you can tell me and I will introduce you to our Hotel and work as a General Laborer. You can also get 50 Felkine every month. If you work for a long time, you can even get up to 75. Moreover, you will get free food for every meal and a liter of wine in the evening!"

"Okay." Lumian smiled and watched Charlie walk upstairs.

At the same time, he silently muttered to himself:

"Simple Provocation won't be of much help to the digestion of Potion..."

He assembled "Fool's Instrument" in Bar just for everyone there in Provocation. The result was very successful, but it did not bring about further digestion of Potion.

Previously, in Journey from Dalege to Trier, Lumian also often Provocation. Occasionally I felt that Potion was digesting, but most of the time there was no gain.

If he couldn't find a more correct Acting method, he suspected that it would take him at least a year to digest "Provocateur" Potion.

On the way back to Room 207, Lumian heard a violent cough from upstairs, heard Women scolding his Lover as a "lazy guy" and a "waste", heard loud gunshots and the sound of a bunch of people chasing each other outside.

This is "Golden Rooster Hotel", this is Messy Street.

According to Charlie, at night, even Police would not dare to walk in here alone. At least there must be a companion to cheer them up Courage.

He took out Brass-Colored and Key, Lumian opened the door and walked back into the house.

Those Bedbug seemed to have some kind of wonderful perception, and they didn't come back here.

Lumian smelled the smell of Sulfur, looked up, and found a letter lying quietly on Wooden Table by the window.

He took a few steps closer to Past and picked up the Paper that was folded into a square.

"Magician" Lady's reply? Lumian muttered as he unfolded the letter and started reading with Crimson Moonlight shining in the window:

"I'm glad you arrived Trier successfully. This proves that you have mastered the preliminary skills of evading pursuit and regained the experience of walking in society Dark Side.

"This Sunday at 3:30 pm, Botanical Garden District Mason Café Booth D, one of the Psychologist will provide treatment to you.

"In the past few days, your mission is to go to Observatory District Catacombs and find a person named Aosta·Special Roul. He often pretends to be Warlock there to defraud tourists and citizens of their money.

"No matter what method you use, gain the trust of Aosta·Special Roul, and show that you also have Extraordinary Ability at the appropriate time."

Botanical Garden District and Observatory District are both to the west of Honest Market District, next to each other. The former is to the south and the latter is to the north, pillowing Serenzo River.

Lumian read the reply from "Magician" Lady repeatedly, remembered the corresponding place, time and name, then lit a match and burned Paper with Intis Vocabulary written all over it.

After doing all this, he went to the nearest Washroom and simply cleaned his body, then took out "Fallen Mercury" wrapped in black cloth, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

The ceiling covered with traces of Bedbug came into his eyes, and the sounds of coughing, crying, and quarreling echoed quietly in the room.

Not long after, the eloping couple Couple told everyone that they had reconciled with intense exercise and undisguised breathing.

On the street outside, several rough voices sang obscene songs, which were interrupted by gunshots, followed by curses, the sound of sticks clashing, and the sound of sharp weapons being inserted into flesh.

Compared with Cordou Village, the night here is very noisy.