Islanders

"Okay." Lumian nodded to the manager René.

After eating a dinner consisting of Tin Foil grilled lamb chops, fragrant scrambled eggs, Onion and Minced Meat Pigeon and jam tarts, Lumian wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, walked to one of the Café balconies, and looked at Market Avenue, which had entered the night.

Those Gas Streetlamps emit a slightly misty yellowish light, illuminating the road for carriages and pedestrians on the road.

At this time, people came into Breeze Ballroom one after another and joined the carnival.

Frankly speaking, Lumian prefers drinking in Golden Rooster Inn's Basement Bar, which can make him relax and feel more happy.

In his opinion, Breeze Ballroom's guests are too indulgent. They either don't care about their family situation or their own Future. They just want to indulge in alcohol, beauty, dancing and yelling, and Basement Most of the regular customers of Bar are tenants of Golden Rooster Inn. They often don't come back until nine or ten o'clock, and they have to go to bed before 1 o'clock in the morning. They go to drink, sing, brag, and dance around, mainly to seize the short two or three hours to give themselves a little happiness.

Only in this way can they Courage face the heavy work of the next day and have expectations for the new day.

This is like a Kerosene Lamp, which must be refueled regularly to continue to shine.

Lumian looked down at Market Avenue for a few minutes, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Charlie, with a formal jacket hanging on his arm and a white shirt and blue vest, was scuffling with people on the street.

"You are so successful..." Lumian smiled and sighed using a word that has only become popular in recent years.

He held the balcony with his right hand, jumped lightly, jumped from the second floor to the edge of Market Avenue, and rushed to the scene where Charlie was fighting with someone in a few steps.

He did not stop or help Charlie, but watched the excitement with interest.

The person who was wrestling with Charlie was a thin man with brown skin. He was not too old, only about 24 or 25 years old.

He has deep-set eye sockets, dark eyes, thick lips, and slightly curly black hair. He is of typical Misty Sea Islands origin, but compared to his compatriots, he has a fairly decent appearance.

"Liar! You damn liar!" Charlie scolded angrily as they struggled.

That Islanders was wearing a blue shirt and had a Fountain Pen pinned in his breast pocket. He dodged while explaining, "I don't want that to happen either, I was also deceived!"

"Dog Shit!" Charlie kicked, but failed to hit.

The two struggled in an amateurish way until they were out of breath, slowed down and stopped almost simultaneously.

Only then did Charlie realize that Lumian was standing next to him, watching with a smile on his face.

"Charles, he is Monet! That liar! The liar who deceived me 10 Felkine almost made me starve to death!" Charlie's face lit up with joy and he couldn't wait to explain the identity of the opposite Islanders, "Praise Sun for letting me meet him today!"

The Islanders that Charlie thought was damned? Lumian laughed:

"You are also at fault for this. Don't you remember that sentence? Never believe Islanders."

"I thought he and I were friends." Charlie muttered in frustration.

How did you manage to be so innocent and easy to deceive? You are obviously good at pranks... People like you can easily be tricked into bed by people with malicious intentions, and you still can't get the love or money you want. Well, you have been deceived... Lumian cursed a few times and turned his attention to the Islanders named Monet.

Monet showed a flattering smile:

"I really wanted to help Charlie find a job, but I was also cheated and lost all my money.

"I was embarrassed to face Charlie, so I secretly moved away from Golden Rooster Inn."

While explaining, he took out a stack of Banknotes from his trouser pocket, counted three 5 Felkine denominations, handed them to Charlie:

"The reason I came back to Market District this time is to find you and return your money to you, as well as the interest."

Charlie After confirming the authenticity of the three banknotes by the light of the street lamp, his mood relaxed a lot, and he asked curiously, "You will also be cheated?"

From the time I met Monet until he moved away, Charlie had only seen this guy cheat other people, but never seen him suffer losses. He was worthy of his identity as Islanders.

Monet smiled and said, "Not only was I cheated, I was cheated twice.

"The first time, I met a group of people who said they were Observatory District's 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall. They wanted to expand their business, so they took out part of their equity and asked people to subscribe. Each small share only cost 200 Felkine.

" You should all know how much money Dance Hall makes. I couldn't help it and spent all my savings, but the stock subscription certificate I got turned out to be fake!

"I went to argue with that group and was deceived a second time."

"Different from the Rest"Dance Hall...Lumian's eyelids suddenly jumped.

The bankrupt businessman Fitz who lives in room Golden Rooster Inn 401 was once Boss of "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall Timmons defrauded Felkine of 100,000 and wanted to ask Lumian to help him get it back. However, Lumian investigated on the spot and asked several people. He felt that the rules of that Dance Hall were very strange, he had strong enough connections, and he seemed to have good strength, so he gave up on that Commission.

Now, he met another victim of "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall.

"You have been deceived by them once, why can you be deceived a second time?" Charlie felt that he would not be so stupid.

Monet coughed twice:

"They told me directly that they were a group of liars and could not return my money to me. They also said that calling the police was useless. Given my talent, they asked me if I would like to follow them and learn how to cheat, and then earn back the money I was defrauded myself.

"As a result, I knew everything they taught me, but they just gave me something extra."

"What?" Charlie has always been curious.

The next second, Monet took out a transparent piece of Monocle from the trouser pocket on the other side.

Then, he naturally clamped it into his right eye Eye Sockets.

For some reason, after Monet put on Monocle, Lumian felt that some unspeakable subtle Change happened to his whole body, just like "Actor" was performing another role.

Monet, who was wearing Monocle on his right eye, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, first glanced at Charlie, and then looked at Lumian, his eyes fell from his face to his chest and to his hands.

Lumian is inexplicably nervous, but not Danger Premonition.

Monet said with a smile, "Are you the one who invented Fool's Instrument's Charles?"

"Yes." Lumian did not deny it, but quietly increased his vigilance.

Monet pinched Monocle at the right eye:

"He's very good at playing pranks.

"Do you want this Monocle? It's of no use to me. Why don't you change it to Cash, and you can use it to disguise yourself as 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall and go there to make more money."

Do you think I look like a fool? Lumian refused Monet's proposal without hesitation:

"I have no interest in wearing Monocle."

He has always been puzzled by the strange rules of "Different from the Rest" Dance Hall, and has the most basic sense of caution.

Monet withdrew his gaze with a slight regret, took off Monocle, and said to Charlie, "I have given you the money and interest. If anything happens in the future, come to 'Different from the Rest' Dance Hall to find me."

Charlie said "ha" disdainfully.

He still suspected that Monet had the mentality to defraud him of money.

When Islanders left Market Avenue, Lumian turned his head and glanced at Charlie:

"Remember to keep your distance from that guy just now, otherwise he may bring you a similar experience as Suzanne Matisse."

The second half of this sentence is to deceive Charlie, mainly to scare him so that he will not take the advice to heart.

Charlie was instantly frightened. He didn't even bother to ask why, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, okay!"

At midnight, Lumian and Jenna, who was wearing a red dress with sequins, left Breeze Ballroom and walked towards White Coat Street.

Jenna didn't ask him why he dropped in. After being silent for a while, he said, "Have you ever felt that nothing mattered, and you were completely confused and had no motivation?"

"Definitely." Lumian looked at the street ahead and replied casually, "This requires you to rediscover the meaning of life and figure out what you really want to do."

Jenna was silent again, and after a while he asked, "Have you ever had such an experience? Something illusory in the body suddenly shattered, and a mysterious Starry Sky seemed to appear around it, with large and small Stars glowing."

"No." Lumian thought for a few seconds.

He had had the feeling of illusory things suddenly shattering, every time Potion was completely digested, but he had no idea about the mysterious Starry Sky, or the big or small Stars.

Jenna said nothing. I don't know if he was thinking about what this phenomenon meant or if he was considering other issues.

Not long after, the two came to No. 3 White Coat Street Apartment 601.

Franca has returned, watching the two of them enter side by side with vigilance.

Before she could ask, Jenna brought up the matter of "illusory things were shattered and mysterious Starry Sky appeared".

Franca was startled for a moment and said happily, "Your 'Assassin'Potion has been digested!"

"Assassinating a Member of Parliament in public, under heavy protection, will really help you digest Potion."

"Is this a sign of Potion's digestion?" Lumian did not hide his surprise and confusion.

Why do I only have the first half but not the second half?

Franca looked at him suspiciously:

"You haven't experienced it? How did you get promoted?"

The seal on my body not only sealed Termiboros, but also sealed some of my Mysticism perceptions? Yes, the seal is on my body, it can't have no impact at all... Lumian probably had a guess, and said casually, "It's not that obvious."

Franca, who was more concerned about the female companion, did not raise any objection, but curiously asked Jenna:

"You should have concluded Acting Principle, right?"

"Acting Principle?" Jenna recalled and said, "After the assassination, I understood a lot of truths. Well, assassination is a matter of putting one's own life on the balance. The assassination is the last Punishment, and it is the Calamity for those Criminal..."

After exchanging "Acting Method" and Acting Principle enthusiastically with Jenna for a while, Franca remembered that Lumian was also there.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked at That One's companion Men who had sat on the sofa.

Lumian glanced at Jenna, which meant that they needed to communicate in private.

Jenna understood instantly and entered the guest bedroom on the pretext of changing clothes.

Lumian then lowered his voice and said to Franca, "What kind of person do you think 'Hella' is?"