Sudden digestion

Upon hearing Franca mention the promotion, Lumian suddenly realized it was time to make some preparations.

It wasn't that he didn't want to become Sequence 7 "Pyromaniac" and truly master enough Mysticism techniques; rather, the previous "Hunter" and "Provocateur" Potion Formula were gifts from the "Magician" Lady, obtained too easily, so he wasn't in a hurry at all. He was just waiting for the "Provocateur" Potion to be fully digested, and then he would write to the "Magician" Lady to see what price he would have to pay in exchange for everything needed for his advancement.

More importantly, Lumian knew perfectly well that the "Magician" Lady possessed the Beyonder Characteristic of an "Pyromaniac."

But now, thinking about it carefully, he feels he still needs to make some extra preparations:

The "Magician" Lady most likely doesn't belong to the "Hunter" Pathway, and may not actually possess the "Pyromaniac" Potion Formula. As for that extraordinary "Pyromaniac" Beyonder Characteristic, she may have already given it to someone else. After all, it's impossible that Lumian was the only one who possessed the Minor Arcana, and it's also unlikely that they were all from other Pathway.

Of course, given That One Lady's status and abilities, obtaining the "Pyromaniac" Potion Formula and the corresponding Main Ingredient wouldn't be too difficult for her, but she might not be willing to do so, or it might take a long time.

Lost in thought, Lumian glanced at the wooden box lying flat on Franca's lap, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sell it."

Although the evil scythe was exceptionally sharp and could draw life from enemies through blood, perfectly matching his close-quarters Combat Style, it was too inconvenient to carry and couldn't be Concealment, greatly limiting its use. Most of the time, it could only be kept in the Breeze Ballroom or the Golden Rooster Inn, used when someone attacked him, or taken out in advance during a surprise attack to be concealed by the night.

The only solution Lumian can think of to carry it around all the time is to get a case for the cello and carry it on his back.

This is highly suspicious for a Gang leader.

Actually, if Franca hadn't mentioned preparing for the promotion, and if Lumian hadn't started to feel that his four thousand or so Felkine were far from enough and he needed to raise more funds, he wouldn't have minded keeping the Evil scythe called "Harvest Sacrifice." After all, it could still be useful in some situations. If all else failed, Lumian could use the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" to disguise himself as a musician, carry the "Cello," and assassinate the corresponding targets.

Upon hearing this, Franca sighed as well:

"I have to sell it. It's actually quite good, but it doesn't really suit my Combat Style."

She then pointed to Lumian's waist:

"How about we each take one bottle of those medicines?"

Frankly, Franca wasn't too interested in the "Berserk Potion" and "Bark Potion," only wanting the "Scorpion Venom" and "Healing Potion." However, considering that Lumian also needed to poison his weapon and receive some treatment, she opted for the most conventional solution.

"Okay," Lumian agreed.

Outside 126 Market Avenue in the Evernight.

Several Police in black uniforms set up a cordon to prevent passersby from approaching the building behind them.

Inside the house, Angoulême de François, with his blond hair Blond Hair eyebrows, and golden beard, stood before the Statues Women with soft features, gazing at the Blood-Colored Vocabulary on the wall.

His silence, accentuated by a row of Golden Button on his chest, made the surrounding "Purifier" members and the Police assisting them feel uncontrollably oppressed.

After a moment, the "Purifier" member with the Southern Continent blood came out of the Basement, walked to Angoulême's side, and said in a low voice, "Deacon, there are obvious traces of the worship of Evil God Underground, and there is a batch of dead human Sacrifice."

"The cell door has been opened, some of the kidnappers have escaped, and the rest told me that ' Black Scorpion ' Roger was indeed using sorcery."

Angoulême listened expressionlessly, glanced around, and said to the surrounding Police, "So many people have gone missing, didn't you notice?"

"Who told me that the Market District only has a few controllable Beyonder, and that arresting them would lead to the influx of new Gang and greater chaos?"

The angry voices echoed in the living room of 126 Market Avenue, causing every Police to lower their heads.

Just then, Angoulême suddenly turned his head and looked at the Women Statues with gentle features.

He had just vaguely sensed a surge of anger there, but it vanished in an instant.

A Golden appeared on Angoulême's body as he extended his right palm and opened the Statues's abdomen.

There was a Cavern that could accommodate a huddled human, and inside lay a brownish-green seed, which turned to powder when the wind blew it away.

Second floor of Breeze Ballroom.

Lumian suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Franca asked.

Lumian, unsure whether to be happy or puzzled, replied, "Just now, my ' Provocateur ' Potion was completely digested."

"What we just did Provocation some very important person?"

Franca guessed, "That One ' Lady Moon,' or perhaps, Official Beyonder?"

"Anything is possible." Lumian didn't bother thinking about it if she couldn't figure it out; anyway, it was a good thing.

This means he can now begin the process of advancing to Sequence 7, "Pyromaniac"!

This also made him realize a situation intuitively:

You don't necessarily need to summarize all the Acting Principle to fully master the corresponding Potion.

After summarizing some of your own Acting Principle, as long as Acting properly and continuously receive feedback, you can completely digest the Potion by accumulating the number of times or time.

Therefore, most Beyonder, even without knowing the "Acting Method," could potentially digest the Potion through time and chance... Lumian muttered silently, seemingly enlightened.

After distributing the potions and deciding to sell the rest of the Spoils of War for money, Lumian bid farewell to Franca, deliberately lingering in the Breeze Ballroom before leaving Market Avenue and returning to the Golden Rooster Inn.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw that the door to room 206 was open, and the light from the Carbide Lamp shone into the dark corridor.

As Lumian passed by, he glanced inside and saw Gabriel sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his favorite black overalls, observing the hallway outside.

"You're finally back!" The Playwright stood up with delight.

Lumian raised his right eyebrow:

"You haven't been arrested by the Police yet?"

"..." Gabriel was momentarily at a loss for words.

After a few seconds, he said with barely concealed joy, "Mr. Lopp didn't call the police, and he even signed a contract with me to buy my script."

He said he originally wanted to give a down payment of 1,500 Felkine, but considering we had frightened him, he deducted 500. He added that once the play officially begins, he would receive 2.5% of the ticket revenue for each performance.

Lumian chuckled:

"I thought it was Revolver who made him agree, and that he would definitely go back on his word afterward. I didn't expect that your script truly moved him."

"If that's what you think, why did you do it?" Gabriel instinctively muttered to himself.

He explained, "Mr. Lopp understands the eccentricities of artists and doesn't mind things like this. He said his last mistress was a Women Painter who not only kept a sheep on his balcony but also wanted to try having sex with a man. She prepared fake props for this and tried to persuade him, which led to their breakup."

"You Trier people..." Lumian, the prankster king of Cordou Village, couldn't help but sigh.

Gabriel, who came from the provinces and was not from Trier, was completely unfazed by Charles's mockery.

He said sincerely, "Thank you so much. Although I don't quite agree with your method, without you, my script would never have been seen by Mr. Lopp."

At this point, Gabriel asked with some doubt, "Mr. Lopp said that we writers are not careful at all. We only covered our faces when we got to his door. After he chatted with the doorman in charge of the lobby for a few words, he knew what we looked like. If the police are called, none of us will be able to escape."

Why didn't you cover the guard's face before you tied him up?

Gabriel felt that Charles, as a Gang leader, shouldn't be so careless.

Lumian countered:

Why guess?

"..." Gabriel asked blankly, "Why were you confused again later?"

Lumian replied calmly, "Because Jenna."

What kind of logic is this... Even as a Playwright, Gabriel felt he couldn't understand Charles's thinking.

He could sense that Charles was not in a normal state last night, but he didn't know the specific reason and found it difficult to deduce the root cause of the other party's mental state and behavior.

Gabriel sighed and said, "Luckily, the result was good, otherwise we would all have been arrested by the Police..."

He paused here, for he remembered that Charles was the leader of the Savoie Gang, and every crime he had committed was more serious than the one he had committed the night before.

Lumian chuckled and patted Gabriel on the shoulder:

"Even if you get caught, you're just Accomplice. You didn't have a weapon, so you can be released on bail with some money."

After saying that, he walked to his room and opened the door to 207.

Gabriel watched Charles's retreating figure, feeling both bewildered and relieved.

Inside Room 207, Lumian carefully examined the "Fallen Mercury".

He felt that if the Dagger wasn't repaired, it would only last for three months.

"Actually, we could ask Franca; she might know a few people who can repair Mystical Item and Beyonder weapon..." Lumian half-closed his eyes, beginning to "communicate" with "Fallen Mercury."

After a while, he learned what Destiny awaited him this time:

Roger "Black Scorpion" faces the Destiny of drinking heavily.

Lumian then put away the "Fallen Mercury," stood up, left the room, and went up to the Third Floor.

He walked to the door of Room 310 and heard the Madman still shouting in terror:

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

Lumian pulled out half a piece of wire, opened the door, and saw the Madman squatting on the moonlit floor, clutching his head and trembling.

Lumian leaned against the doorframe and chuckled.

"You're lucky; the Montsouris Ghosts hasn't come to kill you yet."

"I don't know if it's too busy or just slacking off."