Chapter 154: Commission

Hearing Lu Mi's words, Charlie's body trembled:

"Do, do you not want others to know that you joined the Savard Party?"

In his cognition, whether it was the Savard Party, the Poison Thorn Gang, or some other gang, the leaders all had a certain reputation, which could be used to scare others in Luan Street and the Market District, and he hadn't seen the police go find them.

Lu Mi drank a mouthful of sour wine and revealed a smile again:

"That doesn't matter much; I'm just reminding you, don't talk about things that shouldn't be talked about."

He had now mixed into the Savard Party, but he probably couldn't be counted as a leader yet. After all, he hadn't truly participated in the core affairs of the Savard Party and didn't have a few thugs following him; he was just managing a "Golden Chicken Hotel" that was both poor and broken.

Therefore, Lu Mi also hoped to gain a greater reputation as soon as possible, quickly improve his status in the Savard Party, so as to complete Mr. K's task.

And completing Mr. K's task was to further gain his trust and favor, join the organization behind him, so as to complete Ms. "The Magician's" task.

Why does it feel weird... Lu Mi raised his left hand and touched his chin.

Charlie beside him asked cautiously:

"What things shouldn't be talked about?"

He had some guesses, but was afraid that his guesses weren't comprehensive enough, and he would anger this friend whose eyes were devoid of any law without knowing it.

Lu Mi turned his head with a smile and looked at Charlie:

"Things related to Su Shanna Ma Disi cannot be talked about, including how I threatened her and how I pretended to be a lawyer to enter the police station to communicate with you."

He had long wanted to instruct Charlie a few words like this, but hadn't found an opportunity.

"Understood." Charlie relaxed and said quite expectantly, "I'm going to tell the people in the bar how you and I beat Wilson and drove him out of the hotel..."

Bragging in the form of a speech was one of his hobbies.

At this time, Lu Mi's eyes became a bit deep.

His intuition told him that Charlie would be a bit unlucky recently, but not too serious.

Theoretically speaking, this shouldn't have anything to do with Su Shanna Ma Disi, otherwise it wouldn't just be a little bit unlucky, but a disaster... It seems I don't need to worry about Su Shanna Ma Disi's problem recently, but how many days is recently? Lu Mi analyzed the fortune he sensed.

He just discovered that unless the other party was particularly unlucky, or very lucky, or something that would endanger his life would happen recently, he had to concentrate his spirit and patiently sense it to grasp the rough fortune of the target through intuition.

This was different from the "Hunter's" danger intuition; it wasn't completely passively triggered.

Charlie's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He looked back at Lu Mi and said:

"What, what are you looking at me for?"

He seriously suspected that Xia Er wanted to prank him again!

Lu Mi smiled:

"You should go to the nearest 'Eternal Blazing Sun' church to pray for good luck, otherwise you will encounter some bad things recently."

His tone of speaking was exactly the same as when Ao Si Ta Te Lu Er deceived people.

"What bad things?" Charlie blurted out.

The next second he reacted:

"How do you know?"

"I guessed." Lu Mi answered with a smile.

He really was joking... Charlie breathed a sigh of relief:

"Then I hope your guess isn't accurate."

"No, it will definitely be very accurate." Lu Mi said the truth that couldn't be truer.

Charlie looked at him with suspicious eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Lu Mi chuckled:

"If it's not accurate, I'll beat you up, so even if you encounter bad things, it proves that I guessed very accurately."

"..." Charlie couldn't find language to respond for a while.

Can it still be like this?

However, this train of thought was quite good, and it could be used to prank other people after a slight change...

Just as Lu Mi was about to stand up, he suddenly saw a stray dog of earthy yellow color that was so thin its bones were sticking out, approaching the "Golden Chicken Hotel" along the shadows of the street, trying to pass through here to snatch the garbage thrown away by the vendor selling rotten fruit.

The stray dog moved very cautiously because there were many poor people here who wanted to catch it and eat its meat.

Just at this moment, Lu Mi took a step, reached out and pressed the stray dog's neck, pressing it to the ground.

The stray dog was caught off guard and couldn't make an effective reaction, its four limbs struggling frantically.

Its mouth opened viciously, wanting to bite people, but its head couldn't turn.

Lu Mi took out the small bottle that originally contained tulip powder with his other hand and poured the things inside directly into his pocket.

Then, he brought the small bottle to the side of the stray dog's head, catching the saliva dripping from its wide-open mouth as it barked and howled.

Not long after, Lu Mi caught about 5 milliliters, so he released his right palm pressing the stray dog's neck and stood up.

The stray dog reflexively wanted to bite him, but after being glanced at by him, it whimpered and ran away quickly with its tail tucked.

Charlie beside him was stunned.

A story he had heard before quickly appeared in his mind.

In that story, the protagonist liked to use a sentence written by the best-selling writer Aurora Lee to describe the viciousness of the villain:

Even a passing dog has to be kicked twice by him!

Lu Mi drank the sour wine with a gulp and entered the hotel.

When he passed the front desk, Mrs. Fels, who always didn't have a good face, stood up and squeezed out a smile:

"Good morning, Xia Er, Mr. Xia Er."

Lu Mi glanced at the slightly fat Mrs. Fels and asked thoughtfully:

"Mr. Ev didn't come today either?" 【154-6

Mr. Aie is the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel," and his reputation for stinginess is widely spread throughout the market district.

As the newly appointed "protector" of the "Golden Rooster Hotel," Lu Mian felt it necessary to have a chat with Mr. Aie, lest he worry that the Savages would come looking for more money and run off to report it to the police.

Lady Forsyth quietly curled her lip:

"Although he is very stingy and only hires someone to clean the hotel once a week, he himself, tsk, is very clean and is not very willing to come to the hotel."

"Who cleans his house?" Lu Mian asked with amusement.

"He is a widower; he and his two children do the cleaning themselves." Lady Forsyth looked full of disdain.

If she had that much money and owned a hotel, she would definitely hire someone to do those things and just be responsible for enjoying herself.

Lu Mian nodded and let out a laugh:

"He didn't come over even after the cleaning on Monday; is he still alive?"

Lady Forsyth said with a hint of fear:

"I go to his house three times a week to give him the money the hotel has earned and the various bills. I will tell him you want to see him."

She misunderstood Lu Mian's meaning, thinking he was threatening Mr. Aie—that if he didn't come to see the new protector of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" as soon as possible, he would have to consider the question of whether he could still stay alive.

Lu Mian offered no explanation, went upstairs, entered his room, and placed Mr. K's finger, which had been hidden under his pillow, back into his clothing pocket.

After dealing with the tulip powder, he was just about to go buy some boxes and bottles to hold the materials he would collect later when he suddenly heard a *thump-thump-thump* of knocking on the door.

Lu Mian opened the door with a hint of confusion, as he was not at all familiar with those footsteps.

Standing outside the door was a man of about forty, wearing a dark jacket and brown trousers washed to a pale color, with a dirty cotton cap on his head. He piled on a smile and said:

"Is this Mr. Charles?"

"Could it be a lady?" Lu Mian sneered.

At the same time, he had already finished observing the other man's appearance, expression, and body language:

The brownish hair was a bit greasy but combed quite neatly; the deep brown eyes revealed obvious obsequiousness, and there were faint laugh lines at the corners of his mouth. His overall image was not bad, belonging to the type that had a certain affinity but could not hide a slippery nature.

"Yes, yes, yes." The man echoed Lu Mian's words.

Lu Mian twitched his eyebrows:

"Who are you?"

"I am Fitz, who lives in 401, a bankrupt merchant." The slightly slippery yet quite affable middle-aged man smiled.

Without waiting for Lu Mian to inquire further, he took the initiative to state his purpose:

"It's like this: I went bankrupt because I was cheated out of 100,000 Vergold. I traveled back and forth between Trier and Suhit for over a dozen years and finally managed to save up a fortune, intending to get married and have children. As a result, I met that swindler. He used the excuse of joint business to cheat me out of all my savings.

"If you can help me get that money back, I am willing to give you thirty percent—no, fifty percent!"

Lu Mian did not let Fitz enter room 207; he stood at the doorway with his arms crossed and asked back with a smile:

"Why didn't you ask Margot or Wilson to help you get that money back before?"

This didn't even require paying anything upfront.

Fitz did not hide it:

"I asked Margot, and he agreed, but later one day, he told me that the money couldn't be gotten back."

Even the Poison Sting Gang couldn't get it back? Did that swindler go bankrupt too, or did the force behind him make even the Poison Sting Gang a bit afraid? Lu Mian, who hadn't taken it seriously at first, suddenly focused his attention:

"Did Margot say why?"

Fitz shook his head:

"No, but it definitely wasn't because Timmons became a poor man.

"That 'Unique' cabaret he opened in the Observatory District is very profitable!"

Timmons... Lu Mian suspected that there might be some organization behind that swindler, or that he was under the protection of some big shot or powerful figure, to the point that even the Poison Sting Gang didn't dare force him to pay back the money.

Of course, the possibility that Timmons himself was very powerful could not be ruled out.

"Then why do you think I can help you get it back?" Lu Mian looked at Fitz with a smile and said.

Fitz thought for a few seconds and spoke the truth:

"You are more ruthless than Margot, and besides, even if you don't dare to go ask for it after investigating, I won't lose anything.

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

"Very honest." Lu Mian nodded. "I will look into the truth of the matter later, but don't hold too high expectations."

If Timmons had scared off the Poison Sting Gang by bluffing, who wouldn't love the chance to easily earn 50,000 Vergold?

The bankrupt merchant Fitz had only been trying his luck; after receiving a positive reply, he thanked him repeatedly and left the second floor.

At this moment, Lu Mian discovered that his spirituality had recovered quite a bit, and just this recovered portion was more than his original spirituality.

"The 'Beggar Monk' also brought a significant increase in spirituality. At least at the Sequence 8 level, I won't be much worse than the spirituality of other pathways..." Lu Mian muttered silently.

At the same time, he remembered a subtle feeling from when he drank the sour wine just now:

If he could remain poor, be temperate, not drink, not waste, seek alms, and preach, demanding of himself with the posture of an ascetic monk, then he would receive a certain improvement in his intuitive sensing of fortune and the success probability and final effects of the five ritual magics.

But Lu Mian did not intend to do that; he believed that would lead to him becoming more and more like the "Bestower," gradually being assimilated by Him.

Collecting his thoughts, Lu Mian walked out of the room, intending to go to the Breeze Cabaret to find the Savages to help him collect the other materials and corresponding containers needed for the "Art of Prophecy."

Make the best use of everything!

(End of chapter)