Chapter: 453

Fitz thought for a few seconds, and said honestly: "You are more ruthless than Maggot, and even if you don't dare to ask for it after investigation, I can't lose anything."

"If I don't get that money back, I can't pay anything."

"Very honest." Lumian nodded, "I'll find out the truth later, but don't expect too much."

If Timmons is the Stinger gang who was scared off by bluffing, who wouldn't love the easy way to earn 50,000 Filkin?

The bankrupt businessman Fitz was just trying it out, but after getting a positive answer, he kept expressing gratitude and left the second floor. At this time, Lumian found that his spirituality had recovered a lot, and only the recovered part was more than his original spirituality.

"The dervish monks also brought about a substantial increase in spirituality. At least at the level of Sequence 8, my spirituality will not be much worse than other paths..." Lumian muttered silently.

At the same time, he remembered a little bit of subtle feeling when he drank sour wine just now: if he can keep poor, temperate, don't drink, don't waste himself, seek alms and preach, and demand himself with the attitude of an ascetic monk, then he will have a certain degree of improvement in the success probability and final effect of 0 intuitive induction of fortune and the five ritual magics.

But he doesn't intend to do that, he thinks it will lead him to become more and more like the "blesser", gradually assimilated.

Reining in his thoughts, Lumian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find someone from the Savoy Party to help him collect other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Skill of Prophecy".

Make the most of everything!

Breeze Ballroom, in front of the white ball statue made of countless skulls.

Lumian stopped here and looked at the inscription written in the Intis language for a few seconds - "They are sleeping here, waiting for happiness and hope to come."

He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the door.

The two thugs in white shirts and black coats turned sideways at the same time, and greeted each other respectfully: "Good morning, Charles."

They had already heard the rumors that the young man had killed Maggot in a few days, that he had wounded Wilson badly, and that he had joined the Savoyard party.

There was no one in the Breeze Ballroom yet, and the waiters were arranging the seats and cleaning the floor in a calm manner.

Lumian was about to look for Lu Haosi whom he had known before. After all, such a trivial matter did not need to alarm Baron Brinel, but he saw Misiri who had followed him at the bar.

Missily was still wearing the peaked cap, and was drinking a glass of rye beer.

Lumian walked over with a smile.

Sensing someone approaching, Missiri habitually glanced at it from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, his whole body froze, as if he was frozen there. In the next second, he jumped off the high shadow footstool, turned to Lumian, and put on a flattering smile: "Good morning, Charles."

Misiri also heard about Charles killing Margot and throwing Wilson directly from the fourth floor of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

This made him very thankful that after being caught following Charles before, he didn't hold on to the end, otherwise, with the other party's behavior, he would have been buried in a corner of Trier underground.

This is a real ruthless person, he will kill if he says to kill, and he will throw anyone downstairs if he says he will, without any hesitation!

Lumian smiled, "I'm only called Shire, doesn't it seem respectful enough?"

After successfully seeing Missi's face turn pale, Lumian added: "I don't know when, I will be called Sir Charles."

This is not only a joke, but also a veiled expression that he wants to "work hard" and "strive hard" to become the leader of the Savoy Party as soon as possible.

"Soon, very soon." Missi said with a smile.

What he really thinks in his heart is, as long as you want, I can call you Sir now, just like the baron is not a real baron, it is more a nickname and a self-proclaimed one.

Lumian sat down at the bar. He patted the high stool next to him: "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Missi sat down quickly, pointed to the rye beer in front of him and said, "Would you like a drink?"