Trigger

Seeing this, Lumian quickly ended the Ritual and extinguished the candles in the correct order.

The murmurs that filled his ears vanished, and the intense Pain abruptly ceased before it Future fully develop.

After roughly tidying up the Altar, Lumian turned his gaze to the Gold Coin worth 5 Felk.

It appeared normal, shimmering with a captivating golden hue under the light of the Carbide Lamp, indistinguishable from any other coin.

Lumian's Eyes suddenly deepened, and he began to observe the Fortune of the Gold Coin as if it were a real person.

Normally, he couldn't "see" the Destiny of an item, but this time, the situation was different. After concentrating, he discovered that the Gold Coin was surrounded by wisps of black energy, which also carried a hint of Blood-Colored light.

The former symbolizes Bad Luck, while the latter represents a certain degree of Calamity of Blood.

"Phew..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.

This means the "Fortune Transfer" was successful; the Vagrant's extremely unlucky Destiny for the next few days was transferred to Gold Coin!

But if no one else is found to take on this Destiny within three days, it will return to Vagrant and can no longer be moved.

Lumian stared at the Vagrant for a few more seconds, confirming that his Fortune had temporarily returned to normal, neither good nor bad.

Having confirmed the information, Lumian, who was already standing at the edge of the Altar, reached out and picked up the 5- Felkine that had been used as a medium for transferring the energy.

He wasn't worried that this action would transfer the Bad Luck attached to the item to him, because the "Fortune Transfer" required specific conditions to be met:

First, the target must voluntarily take the Gold Coin and subjectively intend to possess it;

Second, throughout the process, the target gained advantages that they shouldn't have had.

In other words, if Lumian uses this Gold Coin to buy something, the Boss will not suffer any Bad Luck from accepting the item, unless the item sold to Lumian is counterfeit, or the transaction is facilitated through Deceit to earn illicit profits.

Similarly, if Lumian deliberately put the Gold Coin in Charlie's pocket, and Charlie didn't notice and took it out to use it, he wouldn't suffer any misfortune.

As the original owner of the Gold Coin, Lumian was naturally unaffected by the "Fortune Transfer" when he picked it up.

Two simple ways to trigger the "Fortune Transfer" are to put it in your pocket and let the target steal it, or to pretend to leave it behind and let the target pick it up with the intention of possessing it.

Lumian believed that unless Mr. Eve and others who had developed a habit of stinginess underwent a major change, they would retain an excessive fondness for money and would easily fall into traps in this regard.

After cleaning up the various marks on the Altar, he carried the Vagrant back to the ground, dumped him in the alley where he had been, and removed the ropes binding his hands and feet, the blindfold, and the gags stuffed in his ears.

After observing the Vagrant's condition, Lumian kicked him and turned to leave.

The Vagrant slowly regained consciousness and, as if on cue, cried out in extreme fear, "Let me go, please!"

He opened his eyes and instinctively looked around, only to find that there was no one around and he was still sleeping in the familiar place.

The Vagrant fell silent.

Once he regained some clarity, his first instinct was to reach into his pocket.

A cold, hard sensation entered his brain, and he happily took out a Silver Coin worth 1 Felkine.

It's still there!

It really is still there!

That wasn't a dream!

By the faint Crimson Moonlight high in the sky and the dim light from the streetlights, the Vagrant examined the Silver Coin over and over, finally confirming that it was not fake.

Only then did he remember to check his body.

Soon, he noticed Bandage wrapped around his arm, and a stinging sensation began to course into his mind.

Apart from that, there were no other abnormalities.

The Vagrant groped his way to his feet, rubbed his backside, and muttered to himself, "He's not that kind of pervert..."

Before his bankruptcy, he was a worldly man who knew that Trier had many men with strange sexual fetishes, which led to the formation of some secret organizations. For example, there was a club that promoted the idea that men and women were for procreation and that true love only existed between men, and there were also erotic parties that believed only women knew how to love women.

The Vagrant had just thought he had been attacked and violated by the kind of person who liked smelly and dirty Men, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

After thinking for a while, he suspected that someone had coveted his blood and had taken some of it, and that the 1 Felkine was the payment.

He had heard before that some important figures maintained their lives by constantly receiving blood transfusions.

"At least one Felkine." The Vagrant was instantly overjoyed, no longer thinking about the loss of blood.

He even hoped the other party would come to him again, and then he would proactively ask how much they wanted.

Lumian tossed Copper Coin and decided to sleep at the Golden Rooster Inn that night, so he returned to Room 207 and slept Six in the Morning.

After he had breakfast outside, exercised, returned to the hotel, changed his clothes, disguised himself, and prepared to go to Market Avenue, the two cleaning ladies were already busy.

Lumian glanced at the cleaning lady, who looked to be around fifty years old and wearing a bright gold wig and heavy makeup, and was dealing with trash in the lobby. He stopped and asked thoughtfully, "You're Elodie, right?"

He had heard Charlie mention the other person's name.

"Yes, Mr. Charles." Elodie straightened her back.

She wore an old but clean Gray-White Long Dress. She wasn't short, about 1.65 meters tall, and judging from her features, she must have been quite good-looking when she was young.

"You know me?" Lumian asked casually.

Elodie answered truthfully, "That One gentleman named Charlie Corrent mentioned you, saying you are the protector of the hotel."

Heh, as expected of Charlie... Hmm, his attitude is perfectly normal, not at all self-conscious or fearful... Lumian began to think that this cleaning lady named Elodie probably wasn't the Streetwalker Charlie had guessed she was when she was young.

He asked casually, "I heard from Charlie that you used to be Stage Actor?"

"Yes." Elodie smiled. "I used to perform in two Theater, always in supporting roles. Then one went bankrupt, and the other stopped hiring me for some reason. By then, I was getting older."

She looked visibly melancholy as she spoke of the past.

Lumian nodded and glanced at the hotel entrance:

Have you ever heard of the Old Dovecage Theater?

That's what he really wanted to ask.

The cleaning lady, named Elodie, was originally Stage Actor, and it's somewhat suspicious that she was hired by Mr. Eve, the hotel Landlord who had close ties to the Old Pigeon Cage coop.

Elodie's expression suddenly became lively:

"I know that every play they produce is excellent, and most of the Actor have outstanding acting skills. It's Theater that I would save up for a month to buy tickets to see."

"I came here after seeing a job posting for cleaning ladies for half a day while watching a show at the Old Pigeon Cage."

I see... It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Old Pigeon Cage or Mr. Eve... Lumian didn't investigate further for the time being, lest he arouse the other party's suspicion. He smiled and said, "It sounds like you have other work?"

Elodie assumed Mr. Charles wanted to find out the cleaning lady's background to avoid causing trouble for the hotel, so she answered frankly, "I work at a Factory south of the Market District, from two o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock at night, um, on Rue Saint-Ger, called the Goodwell Chemical Factory."

Rue Saint-Ger is located near the City Wall of Trier and is adjacent to the Factory in the Botanical Garden District.

--The Factory in Trier has a tradition inherited from the Roselle era: if it wants to produce 24 hours a day, it must divide the workers into three shifts: one from morning to noon, one from noon to evening, and one late at Late Night.

"It must be tough," Lumian remarked.

Elodie smiled gently and said, "I have two children, and they're almost adults. Once they have their own jobs, I won't have to work so hard."

"Where is your husband?" Lumian asked casually.

Elodie's expression darkened:

He died in Factory accident a few years ago.

Lumian didn't ask any more questions. He chatted with another cleaning lady and fulfilled his duty as the protector of the Golden Rooster Inn.

Then, he left the Messy Street, entered Market Avenue, and headed towards the Old Dovecage Theater.

He wasn't specifically waiting for Mr. Eve, who was suspected of selling counterfeit goods; he was just taking a look around. His main purpose was to keep an eye out for people heading to 126 Market Avenue.

The "Prophecy" told him that he would meet Louis Lund again on Market Avenue, while "Hammer" Ait said that Louis Lund would come to see "Black Scorpion" Roger, the Boss of the Stinger Gang, again this Saturday or Sunday, and that "Black Scorpion" Roger lived at 126 Market Avenue.

Combining these two factors, Lumian decided to "stay" on Market Avenue on Saturdays, wandering around to see if he could bump into his target.

When they reached a place not far from the Old Dovecage Theater and Mr. Eve's Apartment, Lumian slowed down, sometimes sitting with the Vagrant, sometimes going to the nearby Café for a drink.

Since he was already there, he naturally decided to keep an eye on Mr. Eve, especially since this place was also on Market Avenue.

After nearly 45 minutes, Lumian finally saw That One hotel Landlord.

He was wearing a faded suit, an old Half-Top Hat, and carrying a black Staff with peeling paint. He came out of the Apartment and walked towards the Susie Steam Train Station.

Lumian slowly stood up, glanced back, feigned panic, and started jogging as if he were being chased by an enemy.

He accidentally bumped into Mr. Eve as he overtook him from behind.

With a clink, a Golden coin fell to the ground from his body, but Lumian seemed oblivious, head down, fleeing in panic.

Mr. Eve complained, his gaze suddenly drawn to the Gold Coin on Past ground.

He instinctively wanted to call out to the reckless fellow, but after reaching out his hand, he made no sound.

He glanced quickly to the left and right, squatted down, picked up the Gold Coin worth 5 Felk, and then stuffed it into his pocket as if nothing had happened.