Chapter: 368

Follow Fors. With the popularity of Wall's "The Great Adventurer" series, some imitations of Gehrman appeared on both the North and South continents. Among the people of Sparrow, words such as "is it a courtesy" and "a gift or a curse" are widely circulated.

When the group of people came over, Lumian lowered his head and stepped out of the way, like an ordinary apartment tenant meeting a gang member.

The sound of chaotic footsteps descended layer by layer, and soon there was no movement.

Lumian then looked at Aosta. Trull was there, and found that he had gone back to the room and closed the wooden door.

After thinking for a while, Lumian moved his gloved left palm, pressed the hat on his head, walked out of the stairs, and came to Aosta's door.

Bang, bang, he raised his hand and slapped the door panel.

Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile, "Surprise?"

"You, you, you..." Aosta backed away as if seeing a ghost.

Lumian followed into the room and smiled at Aosta. Trull said: "I really want to forget the pain of the past, but I am also a cautious person, afraid of being cheated of money and ridiculed as a fool."

Aosta managed to squeeze out a smile: "I didn't lie to you, there really is a Samaritan woman's spring!"

Aosta didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only smile, nodded and said: "Trust me, trust me..."

Suddenly, he looked behind Lumian, his eyes straightened instantly, as if he saw something terrifying.

Lumian turned around "subconsciously" and looked at the door, but there was no one there.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Aosta got short, passed by him, and rushed towards the open door.

thump!

Aosta was tripped by Lumian's right foot stretched out at some point and fell straight to the ground, the bridge of his nose was stained blue, and his thin face was swollen.

Lumian slowly closed the door, pulled a chair and sat down, looked down at Aosta who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, and said: "You don't want to tell me that you are very inspired, and you just 'saw' my There is some kind of weird creature behind you, are you rushing to the door to help me deal with it?" Aosta froze for a moment, turned over and stood up, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's it!"

Lumian smiled, and turned his gaze to the rectangular wooden table against the wall.

There were silver daggers, white candles, several vials filled with different liquids or empty, two sheets of imitation parchment, and a cardboard box that smelled of herbs and woods.

With a certain amount of mystic knowledge... Lumian looked away and said to the anxious Aosta: "Who was that guy with the pipe just now?"

"Baron Brinel!" Aosta replied hastily, "He is the leader of the Savoy gang in the market area."

Savoy is the name of an inland province in the Republic of Intis, next to the Upper Hornaches and Lower Hornaches provinces, rich in mineral resources and strong folk customs.

"Baron? There are still barons?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Since the death of Emperor Roselle and the founding of the Republic, the title of nobility has disappeared from daily life.

"That's his own nickname, maybe his ancestor has such a title."

Lumian leaned back on the back of the chair, and asked in a relaxed posture, "Why did he find you? You owe them money?"

Seeing Lumian's harmless appearance chatting with his friends, Aosta was afraid, but he relaxed a little.

"I borrowed 3,000 Filkins from a usurer to buy, buy, buy an article, and the merchant later sold the debt to Brinel.

"I paid back at least 3,000 Filkin, but he told me that there is still 2,000 interest!"

"If you delay for another two or three months, what you owe is not 2,000, but 4,000." Lumian managed to see that Aosta's expression collapsed, and he no longer had the nagging temperament before.