The landlord

Louis continued, "I will have those three things delivered to 'Golden Rooster Inn' later."

"How much?" Lumian plans to give Louis some extra money for hard work.

Louis shook his head:

"Baron said you don't have to pay. If you increase your strength, we Savoie Gang will increase our strength."

Baron Brignais didn't need any special explanation, Louis could tell that he was trying to win people's hearts, and it was less than 10 Felkine anyway.

According to Baron, if I later buy the materials needed to be promoted to "Pyromaniac", I can also ask him to reimburse me? Lumian slandered.

Louis took a sip of pomegranate juice Soda and saw a group of people walking in at the gate of Breeze Ballroom.

The leader is very tall, over 1.9 meters tall. His light yellow hair is short and soft, sticking close to his head, like the surface of high-grade velvet.

His nose is rather large, Eyes light blue, his face is pitted, and his skin is extremely rough. He is wearing a tight black formal suit and a wide-brimmed round hat.

Louis's expression gradually became serious. He put down the bottle of Soda in his hand and said to Lumian, "I have to go to Baron's place."

At this time, the tall, stout man in his thirties led several followers who were suspected to be Gang Thug into the stairs and headed towards Café.

"That one is?" Lumian did not hide his curiosity and doubts.

Louis stood up and explained casually, "Giant'Simon is in charge of Nightingale Street and several Dance Hall."

"Isn't he also one of our Savoie Gang?" Lumian asked.

Louis nodded:

"But the relationship between him and Baron is not very good. He keeps saying that since Baron is in charge of the loan sharking business, Breeze Ballroom should be handed over.

"I went up, and I didn't know what he was here for."

Louis took two steps and saw Lumian sitting motionless at the bar out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"You don't know how to seize opportunities at all. Shouldn't you take the initiative to follow me up at this time and stand next to Baron?'Giant'Simon If you really want to say something bad, just glare at him and point a gun at him, so that Baron will gradually trust you.

"Well, although he is ruthless, crazy, and powerful, he is still a country boy who doesn't understand anything."

Of course, if Lumian really wants to go to the second floor and go to Café to maintain the appearance for Baron Brignais, Louis will reject him. After all, Baron and "Giant" Simon are likely to talk about some relatively confidential matters within Savoie Gang, which is not suitable for a person who has just joined to listen.

Lumian is thinking at this time:

"Savoie Gang also has a lot of internal contradictions...

"If a conflict breaks out between Brignel, Baron Tushu and Simon the Giant, and one of them dies, and the boss behind the scenes wants to find someone strong enough to shake up the situation to succeed them, then wouldn't I have a chance? By then, as long as I can pass the test, I will have completed Mr. K's mission.

"Except for those bosses, there should be no one else inside Savoie Gang who can kill Margot alone...

"The problem now is, how to make Baron Brignais and 'Giant' Simon popular without making people doubt me..."

While thinking, Lumian ordered a cup of Absinthe.

Before he finished the cup of dreamy green liquid, he saw "Giant" Simon coming out of the stairs with his own Subordinate, his face tense.

The mood doesn't look very pleasant...Lumian nodded and looked away.

He was in no hurry to put his idea into practice because he still knew too little about Savoie Gang.

In the evening, as soon as Lumian returned to "Golden Rooster Inn", Mrs. Fels, who was sitting in Receptionist, stood up and said to him, "Mr. Eve is here, waiting for you in Restaurant on the first floor, by the window."

Not bad, it came quite quickly...Lumian nodded lightly and walked into the little Restaurant on the other side of the lobby.

Mr. Eve had long heard someone describe Charles's unique and fashionable hair color. As soon as he saw him walking into Restaurant, he stood up with a smile:

"Mr. Charles, here."

He is a man in his late fifties, Blond Hair has been partially dyed white, and is fairly neatly combed. He wears a dark formal suit washed until it turns white and a pair of maroon trousers, Eyes blue, not muddy, and has a relatively sparse beard on his face.

Glancing at Staff who was leaning next to the dining table, Lumian smiled and walked away. Past:

"Good evening, Mr. Eve."

After both parties took their seats, Eve signaled the waiter to serve the meal.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently and didn't come to visit you until today." Eve said apologetically.

His accent is the standard Trier local accent.

Lumian deliberately asked:

"Do you own more than just this hotel?"

Otherwise, what are you busy with?

Eve was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party wouldn't be able to tell that what he said was polite.

He hesitated and said, "There are some other businesses, but not much and not very good."

While the two were chatting, the waiter brought dinner, one for each person:

Bean soup, pork sausage, Feynapotter rice and a thin sauce that filled a fifth of the dinner plate.

"This is their specialty meat sauce." Eve introduced enthusiastically.

Just ordered these? Lumian has a new understanding of Landlord's stinginess.

He didn't pay too much attention to this, and ate Feynapotter rice with the sauce that had a slight meaty, peppery and vinegary taste.

After dozens of seconds, Lumian raised his head and asked Mr. Eve with a smile:

"With your stinginess, why are you willing to provide some Sulfur for each room?"

He deliberately did not use the more benign word "frugal", and his tone was full of ridicule.

Mr. Eve's face instinctively darkened and he seemed unhappy.

He immediately calmed down his emotions and showed a bitter smile:

"There are really too many Bedbugs in the hotel. If we don't give extra Sulfurs, no one will stay."

Really? As long as the price is cheap enough, the poor people who are short of money don't care if they have Bedbug...Lumian casually cut a piece of sausage and put it in their mouth.

He chewed for a while and then said, "Why don't you hire two fixed cleaners General Laborer to clean every day? That will effectively reduce the number of Bedbug."

"Two regular cleaning handymen cost 130 to 150 fils gold per month, but a big cleaning every week only costs 18 fils gold." Mr. Ev said sadly.

Lumian laughed:

"I mean, why don't you do the cleaning yourself General Laborer and take your kids with you?"

Even the weekly expenses of 18 Felkine can be saved.

Mr. Eve showed an expressive expression, as if he thought this was a good idea.

After more than ten seconds, he sighed and said, "What a pity, I have other things to do with them."

What's the matter? Lumian didn't ask any more questions.

He has determined that it is a pure Miser.

Mr. Eve glanced at Lumian and said after careful consideration, "I used to give Margot 20 Felkine every week. What day of the week do you want?"

Lumian sneered:

"No need to give it to me, just do one more big cleaning every week."

Mr. Eve was a little surprised, but he had no objection. After all, a big cleanup only costs 18 Felkine, and if you do it twice a week, you can still negotiate the price.

Lumian finished the food on the plate and asked, "Do you know where the tenant before 504 went?"

He was referring to the guy who posted the portrait of Suzanne Matisse in Charlie's room. It was said that he was a frequent visitor to City Wall Street, Breda Street, and Nightingale Street, but later moved away for unknown reasons.

Lumian asked Mrs. Fels about this matter before, but did not get any answer. After all, Mrs. Fels only cared about whether enough rent was paid and whether anything in the room was damaged. She did not care where the tenants went afterward.

Mr. Eve was stunned for a moment, looked at the remaining food on the plate and said, "I don't know who you are referring to. I rarely come to the hotel and I don't know which room contains which person."

This reaction... seemed to be a little guilty... Lumian raised his eyebrows slightly and did not ask any more questions. He watched Mr. Eve eat the plate cleanly, not a grain of rice or a drop of sauce left.

When Mr. Eve left, it took him nearly twenty seconds before he walked out of the hotel, with this Landlord in the distance.

He followed him to the middle section of Market Avenue and watched Mr. Eve enter a beige six-story Apartment building.

Judging from some of the details that Mrs. Fels mentioned, this should be Mr. Eve's home.

Lumian was not in a hurry to "visit" him. After all, some things were more convenient to do in the dead of night, and he was not sure whether the Official Beyonders were still pursuing the matter of Suzanne·Mattis, and whether they also wanted to find some clues from Mr. Eve. It would be embarrassing if the two sides collided.

In that case, Lumian could only quickly find a nearby "crack in the ground" and crawl into it.

Under the illumination of yellowish street lamps, he walked around Apartment where Mr. Eve lived, observing the surrounding environment.

What impressed Lumian the most was that diagonally opposite the building Apartment and on the other side of Market Avenue, there was a renovated brick-red three-story building.

It has a foyer supported by pillars, with a Signboard hanging above it:

"Old Dovecage Theater".

At this time, people kept pouring in, and the sound of applause, pictures, books, and music could be heard from time to time inside, making it quite lively.

As far as Lumian knows, this is a low-priced drama Theater aimed at civilians. It is the kind of drama Honest Market District has no qualified opponents.

It is a good place that can be used to escape tracking... Lumian recalled the stories that happened in Theater in various novels, crossed the street with a smile, and entered the foyer of Old Dovecage Theater.

There are some posters posted here depicting Repertoire that is currently or about to be performed, as well as a few classic moments from the past.

Field investigation on how to use this Lumian of Theater stood there and looked at the photos, pictures and words carefully.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face on a poster in a corner:

A certain sidekick Blond Hair who serves as the background is much whiter, Eyes is blue, and his beard is sparse. It is Mr. Eve he was following just now!