The little theater

After listening to Aosta's explanation, Lumian thought slightly amused, "What kind of strange rule is this?"

He remembered things like walking the turtle, Interstellar Bridge, holding Candle to visit Catacombs, following the trend of running, etc., and he felt that it was nothing.

Maybe the citizens of Trier like this Different from the Rest experience.

Watching people coming one after another, Dance Hall wearing Monocle, Lumian asked casually, "What if the new guests didn't know the rule before?"

Aosta pointed at the end of Old Street:

"There are shops selling Monocle and short suits.

"I suspect that Boss of 'Different from the Rest'Dance Hall drove it himself."

No doubt...Lumian muttered.

He even thought that Timmons set such rules for "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall just to earn more money from selling short suits and Monocle.

Of course, it is also aimed at Trier citizens' pursuit of new trends and fashion.

"How many years has this been open?" Lumian pointed to the opposite side with his chin. "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall.

"More than twenty years ago, it was here when I first arrived at Trier. It is said that it was opened when Trier first became popular and Dance Hall was popular." Aosta looked in the direction of Inferno Square, "Is there anything else? I have to go back underground."

He only thinks about making money, and is afraid of missing the people who come to him for divination and "help".

Lumian turned his head and stared at him intently.

This made Aosta's heart beat up, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.

"What's wrong?" He subconsciously smiled again.

Lumian looked away and said casually, "Be careful these two days."

"What?" Aosta looked confused, frightened and frightened.

Charles shouldn't be threatening me, right? We just had a great time cooperating, and he asked me to Commission help him find materials!

Lumian smiled:

"It means literally, but it has nothing to do with me.

"By the way, help me collect some more information about Water Monster. The more detailed the better. The reward is the same as before."

Did he mean that I might be unlucky and get beaten up recently? Aosta tried to decipher what Lumian really meant.

At the same time, he always felt that the style and tone of what the other party just said were very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

On the way back to Inferno Square, Aosta decided to make a Divination for himself to see if he really wanted to leave Bad Luck.

As a "Secret Supplicant", his Divination success probability and corresponding accuracy are much better than Ordinary Person.

At this time, Aosta suddenly woke up and figured out why he felt familiar before.

Isn't this the style and tone he usually uses when talking to those "customers"?

Opposite the ancient building, Lumian hesitated to buy a short suit and a Monocle, and sneaked into "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall to observe the environment on the spot and collect more intelligence.

"But if Timmons really belongs to which Secret Organization, and is friends with Police Commissioner, kidnapping him for tens of thousands of Felkine is not a wise thing, it will affect my business, in that case, buy short clothes Isn't it a waste of money to install Monocle? It's not cheap." Lumian has never been stingy when he should spend money. After all, Trier has many "good-hearted people", but when he shouldn't spend money, he is still quite frugal.

While thinking about it, he looked around and found that there was a "Alone" Bar diagonally opposite "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall.

"The customers of the Dance Hall have a great degree of overlap with the customers of Bar. They should be competitors..." Suddenly, Lumian's mind brightened.

Those who know a person best are often his enemies, and those who know a Dance Hall best are probably his competitors!

Even though their statements are likely to be exaggerated, they can still reflect some facts to a certain extent.

Lumian turned around and walked into "Alone" Bar.

The buildings in Old Street are quite old, and most of them can be traced back to before the Roselle era. Their windows are narrow, and even during the day, the lighting is not good, and dimness has become the main theme here.

Before Gas Wall Lamp lit up, Lumian walked through the dark hall with only a few guests, came to the front of the bar, and sat down.

"A cup of Gin with ice." Lumian took off Flat Cap and said.

The bar counter is at the back of the tavern, and the lighting is the worst. Bartender, a tall and thin person, seems to be shrouded in darkness, only showing a corresponding outline.

With Lumian's eyesight, I could barely see that the other person had slightly curly black hair, his eyes seemed more blue, and the bridge of his nose was not high enough.

While waiting for Gin, Lumian said with an unintentional smile, "Your business here is not very good. I saw that 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall opposite has a lot of customers."

Bartender pushed Gin with a slice of lemon and a lot of ice cubes in front of Lumian.

He glanced at the door and said, "Our business is not bad, but most people are waiting in the cellar to watch the theatrical performance.

"How about it, do you want to see it? Customers who have ordered wine can pay 5 Rick to enter the cellar. Uh, your Gin 8 Rick."

"Drama performance?" Lumian did not hide his surprise.

This is an element that Messy Street and several Bar don't have.

Bartender sighed and said, "The other side can dance, sing, play cards, and play billiards. We have to be a little different from them in order to attract customers.

"Many Bar and Café stores on the North Shore now have little Theater."

Lumian didn't know how to describe this behavior, so he could only sigh, "Bar Is the competition in business so fierce?"

He then took out three 20 Kopek, a Silver Coin engraved with Gears elements, and a Copper Coin with 5 Kopek, and handed it to Bartender.

This totals 13 Rick, which is 65 Kopek, including the ticket price to watch the performance at little Theater.

Bartender immediately pointed to the stairs on the side of the bar leading down:

"You can always go to the cellar and serve your wine."

Don't you need a ticket? Lumian didn't leave the bar in a hurry and said with a smile, "The 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall shop opposite seems very unique?"

"It's very unique." Bartender lowered his voice, "Have you been defrauded of money by people there, that's why you keep asking them about things?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded calmly.

He didn't even try to hide it.

Bartender laughed:

"People who have been deceived come here every day, but no one succeeds. I once saw Police Commissioner Condei of Observatory District entering that Dance Hall, also wearing a short suit and Monocle."

Timmons is indeed not simple... Lumian gave up the idea of asking "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall Boss for money.

Holding the cup of Gin, he left the bar and walked up the stairs to the cellar.

Before Wooden Door, Lumian approached the opposite door below, they heard Bartender shouting from above, "There is a guest coming!"

With a squeak, the Wooden Door opened.

Lumian slowed down and walked in while observing the environment.

This has been transformed into a small Theater, with a half-height Wooden Stage in the innermost part, and two Gas Wall Lamps above to 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 sparse manner.

At this time, more than twenty guests were sitting here, watching the dramatic performance above.

No one of them spoke, and it was so quiet that only the sound of drinking could be heard from time to time, making the dark cellar almost deathly silent.

Lumian found a chair near the exit, sat down, and turned his attention to the stage.

The person performing is not a real person, but Puppet, who is half a person tall.

Both men and women are painted with yellow, white and red 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 hardly be seen, these Puppet raise their hands, open their mouths, turn around, or run, performing different dramas.

A deep male voice and a slightly high-pitched female voice came alternately from nowhere, speaking different lines.

Gas Wall Lamp Under the yellowish light and the darkness spreading around, those Clown Puppet painted with oil paint looked quite eerie.

Lumian instinctively doesn't like such an environment.

Not wanting to waste his ticket money, he watched for a while longer until the drama ended.

During the whole process, there was no sound around. The faces of those customers were either reflected in a yellowish light or hidden in the darkness, and they were more focused than Lumian imagined.

Lumian drank the last sip of Gin and left this little Theater with only two Gas Wall Lamps on.

On the way back to Honest Market District, Lumian sat at the window of Public Carriage, looking at the street shops and pedestrians retreating, thinking about what to do next:

"The first is to find a way to get Water Monster's meat, collect the materials, and complete the preparatory work for 'Prophecy'. The second is to do something to improve my status in Savoie Gang and strive to become the real leader as soon as possible... What should I do..."

While thoughts were swirling, Lumian's eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

They were Wilson, Wilson, Stinger Gang, who was wearing a white shirt, a black jacket, a slender face, and slightly curly brown hair.

Wilson was leading two Thug through Market Avenue and into an alley on the side, with steady steps and normal posture.

"I threw him like that, is it okay?" Lumian was stunned for a while.

You know, it fell from Fourth Floor!

What kind of recovery ability is this? Even Cockroach can't compare with him!

Lumian quickly started to speculate:

"Stinger Gang has extraordinary healing abilities?

"'Doctor' of 'Planter'Pathway?"

After guessing this, Lumian suddenly remembered something:

In his dream, Madame Pualis had the ability to heal other people's injuries instantly!

Although this may be an exaggeration of Dream or Distortion, the abnormal Pathway corresponding to Madame Pualis does include the realm of life.

The person suspected of Louis Lund also appeared in Market Avenue before... The force behind Stinger Gang is related to That One Evil God that Madame Pualis believes in? While thinking, the corners of Lumian's mouth curled up a little bit.