A madman's ravings

Anthony·Reid looked at Lumian and said calmly, "What's the matter with you?"

"I heard Pavar say that you are very trustworthy Information Broker." Lumian pointed out directly who asked him to come, and did not waste time on testing each other.

Anthony·Reid, who had chubby cheeks, showed a clear expression and pointed to the chair placed in the center of the room:

"What information do you want, or in other words, what information do you want Commission me to collect?"

Facing Anthony·Reid who looked honest and reliable, Lumian was always a little uneasy. He sat on the chair and said concisely, "I want to find two people."

"Name, appearance, characteristics." Anthony·Reid glanced at Lumian's left waist.

Lumian recalled, "A person named Guillaume·Béné used to be 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church's Parish Priest, one named Pualis de Roquefort, more than a month ago, she and her husband Beaost, Butler Louis·Lund, Maid Cassie are here together Trier.

"I don't have any photos of them, so I can only tell you that Guillaume·Béné has short black hair and blue eyes. He is serious and has strong desires. His biggest feature is his hooked nose. Pualis has long, brown hair, a pair of bright brown eyes, relatively light and sparse eyebrows, and a clean but attractive temperament..."

Anthony·Reid After listening quietly, he stood up, walked to the window Wooden Table, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of White Paper and a sharpened pencil.

He started sketching and soon completed two portraits.

"See if they look like it." Anthony·Reid handed the two sketches to Lumian.

Lumian took it and took a look and found that whether it was Parish Priest or Madame Pualis, they were all lifelike and lifelike. Except for the lack of color, they were not much different from the photos.

He looked up in surprise at Anthony·Reid standing in front of him, and said in astonishment, "It's very similar.

"How can you reach this level just by relying on my simple description?"

He also thought that Anthony·Reid would draw multiple drafts for himself to choose from, and then further revise and refine them.

Anthony·Reid smiled rarely:

"What I restored was the photo on Official Wanted Notice.

"The officials are also looking for them."

No wonder...Lumian suddenly understood.

Parish Priest Guillaume·Béné and Madame Pualis are both Evil God believers who have obtained "Gift". After Ryan and others report it, they will definitely attract corresponding attention!

Thinking of this, his uneasiness instantly worsened.

"I must also be wanted...Anthony·Reid Has he seen my portrait? Has he recognized me?" Lumian's heart was hanging in his stomach, and he asked Information Broker in front of him pretending to be calm:

"I'm not surprised by this. I want to know how much their reward is?"

"Guillaume·Béné Twenty thousand Felkine, each clue provided is 500 Felkine, and the same goes for Pualis." Anthony·Reid's tone was very calm.

Lumian smiled and said, "If you can find useful information, you can get double the bounty."

What he means is that you can get one from the official place, and you can get another one from here.

Anthony nodded:

"I accept your Commission, 500 Felkine, 100 in advance.

"This is my rule. You don't have to accept it and find another Information Broker or Bounty Hunter."

After what the other party had said, Lumian had no choice but to bargain. He could only gently nodded and said, "No problem."

He was about to take out the money when suddenly there was a gunshot outside the window.

Anthony·Reid suddenly trembled all over, as if encountering a natural enemy, he shrank his body and swooped under Wooden Table.

Lumian was a little stunned:

Isn't this reaction too exaggerated? Isn't this Messy Street's daily state?

There are gunshots, fights and large-scale conflicts here from time to time. People who live here should be used to it. The only thing they need to do is to stay away from the windows to avoid being hit by random gunfire.

Soon, the noisy voices initially subsided.

Anthony·Reid waited for a few seconds and crawled out from under Wooden Table.

He smiled bitterly and said to Lumian, "I'm sorry, during the war a few years ago, I suffered from Battlefield Trauma and had to retire and return to Trier."

Then why do you want to live in Messy Street, where there are always gunshots? Lumian didn't ask further. He had no interest in Anthony·Reid's psychological problems.

He took out a 50 Felkine banknote and gently slid his fingers over the bust of Lefvanks and the commercial street and businessmen coming and going in the silhouette.

Feeling the remaining texture, Lumian handed the gray and blue Banknotes, two Gold Louis, and two 5 Felkine coins engraved with Sunbird to Anthony·Reid.

His wallet suddenly became lighter by a third, and he couldn't help feeling that money was flowing like water.

After looking at the picture of Honest Man's Market behind Banknotes, Anthony·Reid raised his finger, flicked the surface, and checked the authenticity of Sunlight.

After confirming that it was correct, he put away the money and asked Lumian:

"Are you going to come to me at a fixed time to see if I have any information, or are you going to give me your address and I'll throw the corresponding information into your room when I find something?"

"I live in 207." Lumian knew that he lived in "Golden Rooster Hotel" and could not hide it from Anthony·Reid, so he reported the room number directly.

After leaving room 305, his expression gradually became serious, and he said to himself, "I must pay more attention in the next few days to prevent Anthony·Reid from betraying me...

"Do I have to find an opportunity to show my strength in front of him and make him believe that I will avenge myself?"

Lumian walked towards the stairs while thinking.

Suddenly, he heard someone laughing and crying and shouting:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Lumian looked around and saw a man squatting at the door of Room 310.

The man was wearing dirty Linen Shirt and yellow trousers. His black hair had reached his shoulders and was draped messily.

At this time, he was pressing his head with both hands, looking at the ground, and kept muttering to himself, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

The voice was alternately high and low, sometimes fearful and Library sometimes crazy.

The Madman that Charlie was talking about who was occasionally awake? Lumian looked at it for a few seconds, moved closer to Past, and asked curiously, "Why do you feel that you are about to die and have a terminal illness?"

The man didn't even raise his head and continued shouting:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Lumian smiled, stepped directly over him, and walked into Wooden Door's open Room 310.

The layout of this room is the same as that of 207 where he lives, and it is fairly clean, except for those Bedbug that cannot be driven away from time to time.

When Lumian glanced at Kerosene Lamp, tomes, Fountain Pen, suitcases and other things, Madman stood up and said stupidly, "This is my Territory."

"I know." Lumian replied with a smile, "But aren't you about to die? I see that you don't have any children or relatives, so your inheritance might as well be used to help our poor neighbors."

He noticed that Madman was about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, and his black beard had not been shaved for an unknown period of time. It was densely covered with hair everywhere, making the pair of blue eyes Depths seem to be hidden in the jungle.

Madman was stunned for a few seconds, grabbed his hair, and shouted abnormally Pain: "They are all dead, they are all dead!"

"I saw Montsouris Ghosts, they were all dead, and I was about to die too!"

Montsouris Ghosts? Lumian finally heard different words from Madman.

He just deliberately Provocation and stimulated the other party just to see if he could get a different reaction.

The good feedback made him suddenly feel like Potion was showing signs of digestion.

One of the Acting Principles of "Provocateur" is: Provocation is just a means, not an end? Lumian looked at the Madman thoughtfully and said, "Why can Montsouris Ghosts make them die and make you die soon?"

That Madman lowered his head and murmured to himself, "Everyone who sees Montsouris Ghosts will die, and his family will die too, all within a year!"

Is it Madman's hallucination, or does such a thing really exist? If so, is it a kind of Curse? Lumian asked tentatively, "Where did you meet Montsouris Ghosts?"

"Underground, underground! Just underground under Market District!" Madman squatted down again, leaning against the wall, wrapping his arms around his body, shivering.

Underground World corresponding to Market District? Why don't you ask two Church to report it and ask them to send someone to clean up the unclean things? Lumian muttered a few words silently.

Seeing that Madman was back to the state of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", he gave up questioning, walked out of Room 310, and went down the stairs.

Tomorrow is Sunday. Lumian decided to go around Botanical Garden District Mason Café at noon to get a general idea of the area. In the afternoon, he would go near Underground Cemetery to see if Aosta had received a "reply" from the party convener.

There are many obstacles made of stones, wood, branches and various garbage piles in the alleys around Messy Street. Even on the main road, you can encounter one from time to time, but a road has been opened in the middle for two carriages to pass.

They are called Barricades, and they can be seen in many areas. Many of them have traces of smoke and fire, and some still have black blood remaining. They are the unique scenery of Trier, and they are exactly at the two ends of the scale with Arcade Promenade.

Lumian stepped through a low place at the edge of a Barricades, walked out of the dark alley, and came to the street.

He immediately walked towards the stop sign Public Carriage, wanting to take this kind of transportation to Botanical Garden District.

On the way, Lumian saw many homeless people lying in the corner, basking in the sun and catching lice. Every https://www•het•com was dirty, thin, and listless.

This reminded him of the previous Wandering Life.

Unlike Kingdom of Loen who does not allow Vagrant to sleep on the street or in the park, Republic of Intis does not make any regulations for Vagrant, except that they cannot enter paid places and private places. They often use this to ridicule Loen for not having humanistic care.

While his thoughts were wandering, Lumian's eyes suddenly narrowed while he was walking.

He felt like someone was following him!