Chapter: 390

Frankly speaking, Lumian never thought that he could stab himself with "Fallen Mercury" and take the initiative to change his fate. It wasn't until he was attacked by the ghost of Montsouris and pushed to the edge of the cliff of death that he grasped the only lifeline from all kinds of thoughts.

Due to time constraints, it is impossible to choose carefully. Lumian just exchanged the fate of "being attacked by the ghost of Montsouris" instead of "meeting the ghost of Montsouris", which means that he has not completely escaped the fear of death. Shadow, just escaped the first crisis.

Of course, when choosing the fate that needs to be exchanged before, even if he was given enough judgment and thinking space, Lumian should have chosen "being attacked by the ghost of Montsouris" instead of "meeting the ghost of Montsouris", because the attack has already happened. Whether it will actually happen and stop with the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsouris" is exchanged. He has no certainty, so he can only use the most certain plan to protect himself first.

"Well, I have to find someone as soon as possible, and exchange the fate of 'being attacked by the ghost of Montsouris' stored in the 'Fallen Mercury' for some good fate, and then, make full preparations, stab yourself when the state is good, Complete the exchange of that better fate and meeting the ghost of Montsouris, and seal the latter in the "Fallen Mercury"..." Lumian combined his own experience with the reminder of Ms. "Magician", and quickly had a clue of what to do. Ideas for solving current difficulties. At that time, "Fallen Mercury" can be called "Cursed Blade", and those stabbed by it will bear the fate of "death to the whole family, including myself".

The disadvantage is that it takes a while for the effect to ferment.

Lumian pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" stuck in his waist, looked at its blade wrapped in layers of black cloth, and felt the ease of use of this extraordinary weapon more clearly than ever before.

He seriously considered the possibility of finding a professional to repair "Fallen Mercury", otherwise this magical short knife would be used until the end of the year at most.

And Mr. K's extraordinary gathering may provide resources in this regard.

"My guess is indeed correct. Ms. Magician asked me to contact Aosta. Trull's purpose is to use him to attend Mr. K's party and join the secret organization behind Mr. K..." Lumian put on a wide-brimmed round hat and a black jacket with a more formal style, walked out of Room 207, and went down the stairs.

As a "hunter", he is about to start looking for prey.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian saw Charlie sitting on the three steps leading to the street, with a pale face and melancholy eyes looking at the sky, with a lighted white cigarette in his right hand.

"What's the matter?" Lumian walked over and sat beside Charlie quite casually.

"I feel like I've lost my soul, it's fallen."

He was wearing a white shirt and a red vest, with a black formal suit on the crook of his left arm, as if he had worn back the hotel uniform.

Lumian laughed, pointed to the core and asked, "Did you do that kind of thing with that old lady?"

Charlie turned his head sideways, looked at Lumian, and emphasized seriously: "Please call her wife, she is only in her fifties."

He then took another puff of his cigarette and exhaled the fog circle, "You know what? She gave me a diamond necklace worth at least 1,500 Filkins. I couldn't resist. She was so shiny and so alluring. She broke into my heart directly."

"It." Lumian corrected a word.

Charlie smiled sarcastically and said, "As we talked, Charlie's voice became low, and his eyes showed melancholy again.

Just when Lumian thought he was going to lament that he had lost his soul again, Charlie sighed a long time: "Why can she only live for half a year..."

Charlie's eyelids twitched and said: "Usually, you should be restrained. Mrs. Alice is really too enthusiastic. I was so tired last night that I didn't even have that beautiful dream."

Lumian turned to smile and said, "You actually told me directly that you got a diamond necklace worth 1,500 Filkin. In the street, this is wealth that can make many people lose their minds. Don't you worry about me taking it away?"

Charlie laughed and said, "I have to find someone to share with, otherwise, I will feel very uncomfortable.

Lumian smiled: "Is there a possibility that I deliberately pretended not to be short of money to lure people like you to relax their vigilance?"

Charlie's expression froze for a moment, and his fingers were almost burnt by the nearly burnt cigarette. Lumian didn't continue this topic, and asked casually: "Is there anyone you particularly hate, the kind that you think he should be damned?"

Charlie put out the cigarette butt on the stone steps, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you asking this?"

He originally planned to put the extinguished cigarette butt in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he raised his arm and threw the cigarette butt out.

A homeless man nearby saw it, and immediately rushed over, picked it up, and sucked deeply on the remaining warmth.

"The thing I hate the most now is our head waiter, you don't know how nasty he is, haha, but I haven't thought about letting him die, so I hope that one day I can cover my face and beat him up.

"Yeah, even dare to commit suicide, why don't you find a way to kill Baron Brinel and others?" Lumian nodded slightly.