Chapter: 371

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. You just saw some kind of weird creature behind me. You rushed to the door to help me deal with it?"

Aosta froze for a moment, turned over and stood up, nodding again and again: "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, the establishment of the Republic and the noble titles have disappeared from daily life.

Aosta said rather fearfully: "That's his own nickname, maybe his ancestor has such a title."

Lumian leaned back on the back of the chair and asked quite relaxedly, "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.

He said bitterly: "In order to buy, buy, buy an item, I borrowed 3,000 Felkin from a usurer, and later, the merchant resold 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.

He immediately lowered his voice, and said in a bewitching tone: "If it were me, when encountering such a thing, I would find a way to trick Brinell and the others into the ground, into a hollow in a certain quarry, and then, Collapse the upper stone layer and let them sleep there forever.

"Without creditors, there is no debt."

The more Aosta heard it, the more panicked she became. Looking at Lumian was like looking at a devil.

He suspected that the other party had already planned to do this, but the target name in the plan was not Brinell, but Aosta. Trull!

"This is murder! This is a crime!" Aosta shouted in horror.

"Be quiet, you don't want to lose the ability to speak forever, right?" Lumian reminded the other party with a smile, "You also know that this is a crime? Did the police detectives tell you that fraud is also a crime?"

Aosta couldn't find the right words to respond to the other party for a while.

Lumian stood up and patted the dust off his gloves: "Just kidding, I was testing your character just now."

"What?" Aosta looked blank.

Of course, Lumian would not tell him that the real reason for saying those words just now was to establish a ruthless and bloodthirsty horror image in his heart, which would help the subsequent "communication".

Being forced to trust is also trust!

"Congratulations, you have passed my test, which proves that you are not the kind of criminal who has no bottom line." Lumian smiled and opened his arms.

He suddenly brought the topic back on track: "What are you borrowing so much money for?"

He looked around immediately, and added while looking at it: "There seems to be nothing valuable here..."

Aosta opened her mouth subconsciously, trying to make up a lie on the spot, but instantly remembered what the other party said just now.