Chapter 69: Budget, Casting

"I am a loser, I almost don't pay attention to whether the sunshine is bright or not, because there is no time.

"My parents can't provide me with support, and my education is not high. I am alone in the city looking for the future.

"I found many jobs, but I couldn't be hired. Maybe no one likes someone who is not good at speaking, doesn't love communication, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I paid the rent for a month in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement, without having to go outside to endure the unusually cold wind in winter.

"Finally, I found a job, guarding the night at the hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The night at the hospital was colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor were not lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only rely on the little light that penetrated from the room to help me see under my feet.

"The smell there was very unpleasant. From time to time, the deceased were stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we cooperated to help move them into the morgue.

"This is not a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread. The free time at night can also be used for study. After all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there are corpses that need to be sent or transported for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I can't see the hope of saving money at the moment.

"I have to thank my former colleague. If it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not even have been able to get such a job.

"I dream of being able to rotate to take charge of the day. Now I always sleep when the sun comes out and get up after night falls, making my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs.

"One day, the mover sent a new corpse.

"Listening to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly resigned.

"I was a bit curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man, his face was blue and white, full of wrinkles, and he looked very scary under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and his clothes were all taken off, not even a piece of cloth left for him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black. I couldn't describe the specific appearance. The light at that time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be the same as him...

"I said to him, tomorrow I will accompany him to the crematorium and personally bring his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things won't find it troublesome and just throw them in a river or a wasteland.

"This will sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, and I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and stuffed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed even dimmer...

"After that day, every time I slept, I always dreamed of a piece of fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called a human would come to find me, but no one was willing to believe me, feeling that in such an environment and such a job, my spirit had become abnormal and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed very flat, and he had a simple dark top hat by his side.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking, not ugly, lacking obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall figure and slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep features, which could make people's eyes shine.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"Then?

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"Then I resigned and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag with you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a bit of teasing meaning.

That male guest was stunned:

"The things you just told were bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

The laughter subsided slightly, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believe Lumian's story. Every day he tells it differently. Yesterday he was a loser who had his engagement broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he became a morgue guard!"

"Right, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Selenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Selenzo River, only knowing how to talk nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed.

They were all farmers in Kordu, a large village, wearing black, gray, or brown jackets.

The black-haired young man called Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"You know, this is not a story I made up. It was all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most and is a columnist for *Novel Weekly*."

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I made you misunderstand."

The man wearing a brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance didn't get angry, stood up, and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"How to address you?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian smiled.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions Valentine and Leah."

The latter sentence refers to the man and woman sitting next to them.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a little powder on his yellow hair, and his eyes, which were not big, had a color a little deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue tweed jacket, and black trousers, and he had clearly dressed up carefully before going out.

He looked quite indifferent and didn't look much at the farmers and herdsmen around him.

The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied into a complex bun, and a white veil wrapped around it as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze towards Lumian carried undisguised amusement. She seemed to find what had just happened only interesting.

Under the light of the gas wall lamp in the tavern, this woman named Leah revealed a straight nose and beautifully curved lips. In a countryside like Kordu village, she could definitely be called a beauty.

She wore a white unpleated cashmere tight dress, with a beige little jacket and a pair of Marsil boots. The veil and boots were also tied with two small silver bells respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, it was ding-dong all the way, which was very eye-catching, making many men look straight.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress only available in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lumian Lee. You can call me Lumian directly."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with my surname?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos explained for Leah:

"Your surname is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the farmers and herdsmen around looking puzzled, he further explained:

"People who have been in contact with sailors and sea merchants all know that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it certainly won't be bad."

He stopped the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story. It deserves a drink. What do you want?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat down again.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This kind of wine may cause mental confusion and make you have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect that the fashion trend in Trier had already spread here," Leah added with a smile.

Lumian said "Oh":

"So people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is already hard enough, there is no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can make our spirits get greater relaxation."

"Fine." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender: "A glass of 'Green Fairy', and add a glass of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy'? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the situation of this kid exactly!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed that Lumian told stories every day shouted dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can see that you have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, for a free drink, you really can do anything!" Lumian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I can drink another glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you said," the middle-aged man named Pierre laughed triumphantly. "The story your sister loves to tell children most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Fine." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of light green wine in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and consulted:

"Is it okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks," Lumian didn't care at all.

"Then another glass of 'Green Fairy'," Ryan nodded.

Pierre was full of smiles:

"Generous outsider, this kid is the person who loves pranks most in the village. You must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left again. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old. How could he go to the hospital to be a morgue guard? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk."

"Brought back to the village?" Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a ding-dong sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore's surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lumian' was taken by Aurore."

"I forgot what I was originally called," Lumian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.

It seemed that he was not inferior or ashamed at all that his past was exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 70 =====