Chapter: 406

The trembling blade of "Fallen Mercury" came to a standstill, as if a little shocked.

Lumian, who had successfully hunted, was in a good mood, and joked with a smile: "Are you thinking, why do I need to learn a knife? To be a man, you must have ideals, and the knife is the same. Do you want to be like this all your life?"

He immediately asked: "What fate is exchanged this time?"

As Lumian asked, he extended his spirituality to this silver-black dagger engraved with layers of patterns.

With the cooperation of "Fallen Mercury", he slowly figured out what the drop of fate stored in the knife represented: it was the fate of Maggot taking stacks of banknotes from different hands.

"It's pretty good at picking." Lumian was busy fighting before, and "entrusted" the matter of exchanging fate to "Fallen Mercury", but told it in advance that he was a little short of money recently.

After praising "Fallen Mercury", Lumian fell into deep thought: "How will this fate be realized after the exchange?"

Lumian, who couldn't figure it out, didn't think too much, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his right arm, and scratched it with "Fallen Mercury".

After a short period of numbness, it was the pain he had tasted many times, but he didn't frown, watching the blood spill out, staining the silver-black tip of the knife red.

Almost at the same time, the mercury-colored illusory river composed of countless complex symbols appeared in front of Lumian's eyes, and the water droplets of fate stored in the evil short knife leaked from the tip of the knife and flowed into the not-deep wound.

Lumian concentrated his energy and tried his best to distinguish the fate he wanted to exchange.

He "saw" himself receiving treatment, "saw" himself falling asleep after venting his emotions, and "saw" that he was about to go to Aosta. Trull's own.

All these scenes flashed in Lumian's mind, as if he had really witnessed it with his own eyes.

It didn't take long for him to find himself walking outside the catacombs and meeting the ghost of Montsouris in the fate of the last few days.

He hastily picked up the tip of the "Fallen Mercury" and let it stab at the complex symbols that seemed to be formed by the mercury-colored rivers intertwining themselves.

That period of fate was quite heavy, and Lumian couldn't shake it the first time.

Seeing that the illusory river is gradually disappearing, and the picture in his mind is getting more and more blurry, he hastily poured most of his spirituality into the blade of "Fallen Mercury".

Finally, with his second pry, the fate of "encountering the ghost of Montsouris" escaped from the mercury-colored illusory river, shrinking into tiny droplets, just like mercury beads after a broken thermometer.

The illusory drop of water quickly melted into the silver-black dagger.

It wasn't until this moment that Lumian was really relieved, knowing that he had got rid of the ghost of Montsouris, and "Fallen Mercury" could now be called "Cursed Blade" again.

He had just treated the wound briefly when he suddenly had a wonderful intuition.

Following this intuition, Lumian walked out of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" again, passed between the roaring and crying drunkards and the two groups of people fighting violently, returned all the way to Nightingale Street, and stopped at the place where Maggot was killed. Outside that alley.

He frowned, went in cautiously, and climbed over the barricade.

In the next second, Lumian's gaze naturally fell to the shadow of the corner of the wall.

Something lay quietly in that place ruled by darkness.

Lumian, who realized something, quickly walked over, squatted down, and picked up the item with his gloved left palm. It was a bulging brown leather wallet.

"Magot lost it? The money his subordinates plundered and handed over to him?" Lumian probably understood how the fate of the exchange came true.

Although he couldn't remember whether Maggot dropped his wallet during the fierce fight with him, whether it was dropped at that time or "replaced" later, it didn't affect Lumian's ability to get the money.

He took out the thick stack of banknotes, poured out the gold, silver and copper coins in the coin purse, then dropped the wallet and left the alley.

After returning to Room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian lit the calcium carbide lamp and carefully counted the trophies.