Chapter 500: Suspicious Attitude (Asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

Lugano Toscano, with brown hair and brown eyes, regular features, and a burly figure, wearing a cheap black formal suit, buried his head and walked quickly through the coming and going crowd, pressing his top hat very low with his hand.

After winding around, this Beyonder who had already advanced to Sequence 8 "Physician" entered the stone-paved street next to the Honest Man Market, stepped on the creaking wooden stairs, and climbed to the top floor of a dilapidated house.

He woke up today and, before he could have breakfast, was told by his companion that he was wanted as a core subordinate of Charles Dubois, a Beyonder who managed a dance hall.

Although Lugano was quite confused, not knowing what the high-level members of the Savages were doing, and was very certain that he hadn't been involved, as a wild Beyonder, existence itself was a crime. In the situation of being wanted, how could he dare to go to the "Purifiers" or "Heart of Machinery" members to clarify? He had no choice but to pack his luggage and transfer directly to this safe house he had prepared beforehand, which he hadn't even told his companions about, intending to observe for a few more days before deciding what to do.

Taking advantage of the factory lunch break, the Market District became even more lively. Lugano went downstairs for a turn and wasn't too surprised to find that he was indeed wanted, with a bounty of 2,000 verl d'or.

Based on this, he recognized that he wasn't valued and might be forgotten by official Beyonders after a period of time.

Walking to that room that wasn't any bigger than an attic, Lugano took out a brass-colored key and opened the dark brown wooden door.

Amidst the creaking sound, a figure was reflected in the eyes of this "Physician."

It was Charles Dubois, who was sitting at a simple wooden table, with gold-in-black hair, silver-white ear clips, wearing a white shirt, dark jacket, gray-blue trousers, and strapped leather shoes.

How did he find this place? Except for myself and the landlord who lived in another district, no one knew there was such a safe house! It was officially used for the first time today! Lugano's pupils dilated instantly, seemingly wanting to see that figure in the dim room more clearly in this way.

The curtains that were originally open didn't know when they had been drawn.

Lumian looked at Lugano with a smile:

"Why, not welcoming me?"

Lugano instinctively piled up a smile:

"Your visit is my honor, I just didn't expect you to know I had such a doghouse."

This was both self-deprecating and hinting to Lumian:

I haven't forgotten that I am your dog!

Lugano, while speaking, entered the room and closed the wooden door behind him.

It became dark here, and he immediately heard the sound of a snap.

The candle on the simple wooden table suddenly lit up, swaying with yellowish candlelight.

Lumian put down his raised right palm and nodded slightly:

"What do you want to ask?"

Lugano didn't ask what crime the high-level members of the Savages had committed, implicating him in being wanted. He was more concerned about another matter:

"Mr. Charles, how did you know I was in this safe house?"

Lumian laughed:

"Whoever I want to find, I can find."

This... Lugano Toscano's eyes narrowed, feeling the other party's powerful self-confidence.

And Charles's actual performance also proved the words he had just said.

Lumian certainly wouldn't tell Lugano that he had followed him many times and figured out where his three safe houses were.

—As a "Hunter," he would wander around the Market District when he was free, honing his tracking skills, and could be said to be very familiar with the situation here.

For ordinary passersby and tenants, he only chose targets to follow randomly. It was impossible to observe everyone, but a Beyonder like Lugano Toscano, who came to recommend himself and became his subordinate, was inevitably a key investigation target, to avoid being sold without knowing why.

Without waiting for Lugano to ask again, Lumian said straightforwardly:

"I have something I need your help with."

"This is my honor." Lugano didn't ask what the matter was, acting as if he would definitely agree.

This is too flattering, right? I am a wanted criminal now, without industries like the Breeze Dance Hall, and it's impossible to give you any resources... Lumian rubbed his chin with his right hand:

"I'm going to the Feynapot Kingdom and want to find you to be a translator."

Lugano answered without hesitation:

"No problem."

Is that so? But I have a problem... Lugano's "loyalty" of not asking for the reason or the benefits made Lumian, who was a "Conspirator," suspicious, and his spirit instantly became highly concentrated.

Could it be that this guy, like the little boy Ludwig, was "sent" by some force to contact me? Lumian raised an eyebrow and said with a smile:

"I thought you would refuse. After all, you have already become a 'Physician.' Even if you don't do any adventurous behavior, it's enough for you to live a very good life."

"Physician" could use supernatural abilities to treat diseases and wounds and could easily support themselves in any country or city.

Lugano said with a flattering face:

"I am also wanted, and I am just thinking of changing to a place to hide for a period of time before returning to Trier. Moreover, I believe you will give me a generous reward.

"'Physician' can treat diseases, but I can't do any cover-up and use supernatural abilities directly. That will attract the attention of official Beyonders. Unless I only mix in the black market, the best choice is to forge a doctor's license and open a clinic, supplementing with supernatural abilities while performing conventional treatment. This requires a large amount of startup capital, and also requires sufficient medical knowledge. I already have the latter, but as for the former..."

As he spoke, Lugano's smile became more and more ingratiating:

"Once I become a famous doctor in Trier, I can earn at least 200,000 verl d'or a year. That really means I don't need to go out and adventure anymore. Even if I don't want to be too famous and be targeted by official Beyonders, earning 40,000 or 50,000 verl d'or a year is very easy."

You know the income of Trier doctors quite well... Lumian watched Lugano's face, the doubts in his heart subsided, but still remained.

He quickly made a decision, stood up slowly, and said:

"Very good. You wait for me here for three days. I'll come find you after I finish other things. By then, I will pay 5,000 verl d'or in advance, and give another 5,000 verl d'or when I don't need you to translate anymore. If there is a battle in the middle, you can share the war trophies according to the rules of adventurers, and I will compensate you with another sum of money afterward, not lower than 5,000 verl d'or."

"Okay, Mr. Charles." Lugano sent Lumian out of the room with a full face of smiles.

During this process, Lumian had been observing the expression and movements of this "Physician" from the corner of his eye and didn't find any problems.

Is he really just such a person, with no abnormalities, or is his acting good enough? Lumian looked ahead, his steps steady as he went down the stairs.

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Jenna didn't stay in the 601 apartment at 3 White Coat Street for too long. She packed her items, intending to move to a safe house of Fors in the Memorial Hall District.

—As a leader of the Savages and Gardner Martin's mistress, Fors was strangely not wanted yet, but perhaps in a few hours, official Beyonders would come to the door to execute an arrest. Therefore, before going to Chayer Town, this "Pleasure Witch" had already packed her things and Jenna's large luggage into the "Traveler's Bag," ready to transfer residence at any time.

Jenna, carrying a brown suitcase, had just entered White Coat Street when she saw some strange symbols like children's graffiti in the alley to the side from the corner of her eye.

That was the information for meeting the "Purifiers."

Jenna hesitated while moving forward.

She had indeed discussed with Lumian, Fors, and Anthony how to explain last night's encounter if they met the "Purifiers," but when it came to truly meeting official Beyonders, she still felt the risk was very great, and her heart was quite uneasy.

After nearly ten minutes of weighing, Jenna sighed lightly, turned into Market Avenue, and walked toward the alley behind St. Robert's Church.

That was the meeting place.

Her brother Julian was still in Leiser Port and would return to Trier in a few months. She didn't want to implicate her only remaining relative because of her own affairs, nor did she hope he would live a life of hiding everywhere and being terrified. Therefore, unless there was really no other way, she hoped to have a good relationship with the "Purifiers" so they could look after her brother.

I am already a witch who brings disaster, so let me bear these dark and dangerous things... Jenna lowered her eyelids, muttered silently, and her pace went from slow to fast.

This time, the people she saw in the back alley of St. Robert's Church were not just Valentine and Imre, but also a man with gold hair, gold eyebrows, and gold beard, wearing a brown double-breasted coat.

"This is our deacon, Mr. Angouleme." The mixed-race Imre introduced, "He attaches great importance to last night's disaster and wants to know what information you have."

In their view, Chelia Bello had a close relationship with Charles and Fors, and the latter two were both subordinates of Gardner Martin, one a double subordinate and one a mistress. They should have had a certain perception of the riots and mutations in the Market District.

It was precisely because they had Jenna as an informant that the "Purifiers," under Angouleme's suggestion, temporarily didn't take action against Fors and the 601 apartment at 3 White Coat Street, only wanting to arrest Charles Dubois, who had been confirmed as a "soldier" of this hidden organization by other "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members.

Jenna withdrew her gaze from Angouleme's golden buttons and suddenly smiled charmingly:

"Are you referring to the disaster caused to open the seal of the Fourth Epoch Trier last night?"

Imre and Valentine were first dazzled by Jenna's smile, then shocked by the information revealed in her words, their eyes widening and their gazes freezing.

Angouleme was startled for a moment, sighing secretly, as if he had expected it.

Jenna tilted her head slightly and added with a smile:

"If I say I witnessed the beginning of the problem and the process of the ritual, and entered the Fourth Epoch Trier and escaped, do you believe me?"

Valentine and Imre's eyes grew wider and wider, silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Is it related to the 'Hostel' you reported before?" Angouleme asked instead.

Jenna said "Hmm" and nodded lightly.

"What about Fors and Charles?" Angouleme asked in turn.

Jenna said what would inevitably happen in the next few days:

"They left the Market District and shouldn't come back again."

Angouleme heard this and breathed a sigh of relief quietly:

"Tell me about your experience in detail."

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