Chapter: 421

Lumian had read in the newspaper before that the average rent in this district was 4,000 Filkins per year, which was about 74 Filkins per week, and the expensive ones could even reach tens of thousands.

"Mr. K. is calling a party in the boulevard district?"

Seeing that there was no one on the public carriage, Lumian lowered his voice and asked about Aosta.

Aosta smiled and said: "It has always been. The headquarters of magazines such as "Psychic" and "Profound Truth" are also in the boulevard area."

You know how to hide... Lumian cast his eyes on the spacious and flat avenue outside the window, behind the Intellis plane trees neatly lined up along the street, the buildings with elegant shapes and light colors.

When it was almost 8:50, Aosta took Lumian into the six-storey off-white luxury house at No. 19 Scheer Street.

This is the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine, but they only have the top three floors.

Aosta did not go upstairs, but turned to the right corridor on the ground floor.

"Okay." Lumian lowered his head and pressed his hat, not knowing what he was busy with.

The next second, Lumian raised his head, his face was covered with layers of white bandages, only his eyes, nostrils and ears were exposed.

Seeing this scene, Aosta's heart almost stopped beating.

After a second's delay, Aosta, who wanted to complain, forced a smile: "You look really scary like this."

Aosta didn't respond, and chose to put on his iron mask to cover up the expression on his face.

A few steps forward, he stopped and knocked on the room on the right.

"Two long pauses, one short pause, and one long pause." Lumian observed Ostattrul's performance with the eyes of a "hunter".

In just two breaths, the wooden door painted dark red slowly opened backwards.

The first thing that caught Lumian's eyes was the thick pale yellow carpet, followed by the classical style tables and chairs, sofas and display racks.

At this time, a figure was standing in the shadow created by the gas lamp wall by the French window.

Like Aostattrul, he was wearing the black robes of ancient wizards and a big hood, so that Lumian couldn't help but say, dressed like this, can you still see the person standing in front of you clearly?

"Mr. K., Charles is here."

Aosta walked in, and respectfully said to the figure who was close to 1.8 meters.

Lumian followed closely behind.

With a bang, the door behind him closed by itself.

Mr. K turned around, looked at Lumian and said, "Why do you want to join our party?"

His voice was low and hoarse.

"For potion formula, for Extraordinary properties, for mystical items, for mystical knowledge, it can't be for love or faith, right?" Lumian deliberately answered in a cynical tone.

Lumian's voice immediately became deep; "I lost all my relatives in a disaster brought about by an extraordinary force."

This not only made me suffer a lot, but also made me understand one thing, those so-called righteous gods cannot save us!

"Since that day, I have been looking for extraordinary power and a way to forget all the pain. I want to become strong enough, and I want those who give me misfortune to taste all the torture."

Mr. K, wearing a big hood, seemed to be staring at Lumian, without interrupting his narration, but Austa Truhl was extremely shocked when he heard it—Charles’ words revealed unconcealable pain, and he told Sarah The longing of Mary's fountain is not false!