Chapter 237 Sincerity Gardner Martin looked at Lumian with a bit of surprise, then said after a moment of hesitation: "Let's talk about it in the carriage." Hearing this, butler Faustino took the initiative to sit in the front of the carriage, next to the coachman. Lumian followed Gardner Martin silently into the carriage and sat down opposite him. As the vehicle slowly started to move, Gardner Martin looked at Lumian and said: "Why do you want such a large cash advance?" Lumian answered calmly: “Because there is an opportunity to improve my strength, I want to become a Sequence 7 ‘Arsonist’.” Gardner Martin didn't expect this guy to be so frank. After two seconds, he smiled and asked: " Felkins is enough?" “And the Felkin you gave me last time, and my previous savings.” Lumian answered without blinking. Gardner Martin nodded slowly:

"You met someone somewhere else selling the main ingredients for the Arsonist potion? Do you have the recipe for the Arsonist potion?" “Yes.” Lumian did not hide it. Gardner Martin laughed: "You actually told me all these things. Shouldn't they be kept secret?" Lumian said with unusual sincerity: "I feel like I'm ready to take the Arsonist potion. Maybe I can advance to Sequence 7 in no time. "If we really encounter a conflict, it will be impossible to hide the change in my own strength. You will soon know about it, Boss. In this case, why not tell you now?" Moreover, the manager of the dance hall, René, was Gardner Martin's man, and he would definitely report the advance of Felgins. Lumien paused and said: “That’s one of the reasons. "Another reason is that I have been homeless, lived in the countryside, and been wanted. Now I only believe in one principle, which is that I will be good to whoever is good to me." He did not mean to show his loyalty by saying this. According to Janna, such loyalty seemed too exaggerated and not credible when he had only met Gardner Martin once. His main purpose was to show his willingness to be loyal to the other party. Similarly, Gardner Martin could not have failed to understand the reason for his early confession. The real purpose of his words just now was to show that he was a man with brains. Gardner Martin raised his head slightly and laughed: "very good. "Brignel, Kristo, they all have their own secrets, they just think I don't know. "You can correctly understand your situation, future development and my attitude, which shows that you are smarter than them. In many cases, sincerity is the most effective means." Sincerity? Lumian said with unusual sincerity: “Boss, I have a clue about the main material, but I don’t know where to find the auxiliary material. "Can you keep an eye out for the fire salamander blood, magma pyroxene powder, and red-crowned impatiens?" In Lumian's opinion, Gardner Martin, who was suspected to be at Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 of the "Hunter" pathway, should be able to find the auxiliary materials for the "Arsonist" potion more easily than Franka. Maybe he still had some auxiliary materials left when he was promoted to "Arsonist"? According to Aurore's witchcraft notes, as long as the method is correct, the spiritual auxiliary materials can be preserved for a long time.

Gardner Martin was a little stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Charles to make such a direct request. His original plan was to say a few words of concern, understand their needs, and then offer to help in order to win their hearts. After two seconds, Gardner Martin nodded slightly and said: "no problem." Seeing that he did not ask about the quantity of the three auxiliary materials, Lumian became more and more convinced that this Savoy Party leader was a mid-sequencer of the "Hunter" path. Gardner Martin looked out the window and said in a testing tone: "You observed outside the congressman's office for a while. Did you find anyone suspicious?" “No.” Lumian shook his head. “They are just some people whose photos occasionally appear in the newspapers.” Gardner Martin smiled indifferently and said: "Indeed, there are the president and vice president of our Savoy Chamber of Commerce, Bonnot Goodville, the owner of the Goodville Chemical Factory, Clement, the manager of the Nova Mechanical Limb Company, and Etienne from the Saint-Geres Phlogiston Factory... I was invited as a shareholder of the Lister Wharf, the owner of the Lister Freight Company and the Savoy Construction Company, not the boss of the Savoy Party." At this point, Gardner Martin sighed softly: "But we can only barely squeeze into Trier's upper class society. In the business world, the real big shots are the chairmen and owners of banks such as Trier Bank, Suchit Bank, and Asset Credit Bank, and the shareholders of giants such as Suchit Textile Group, Tili Coal and Steel Consortium, Anubi Steel Company, Southern Wine Merchants Association, Falga Weapons Group, and Balam-Pers Import and Export Company." Lumian had seen these terms in newspapers and magazines, but the one that impressed him the most was the Balam-Pass Import and Export Company. In order to protect its interests in West Balam and the Pas Valley in the southern continent, it was even allowed to maintain a large private army and a fleet, existing in the form of mercenaries. Seeing that the carriage was about to leave the market avenue, Gardner Martin signaled the driver to stop the carriage on the side of the road and nodded to Lumian: "Before taking the potion, you must confirm your own condition. It is better to postpone it for a while than to take risks." After responding, Lumian left the carriage and headed towards White Coat Street. He wanted to hide all the cash he had in that safe house. After walking for a distance, Lumian became a little hesitant: A safe house does not mean absolute safety, especially in places like market areas and botanical gardens where there are many lower-class people, thieves are quite rampant. If they really encountered burglars, Auror's witchcraft notes would be fine as they had little value in their eyes. At most, they would check to see if there were any hidden banknotes. But the more than 26,000 yuan in cash would definitely be taken away. "Set some traps in the safe house to prevent thieves?" Lumian's mind raced, and he suddenly came up with a better idea. That is to give 26,000 Felgin as an advance payment to Ms. "Magician"! This way, there is no problem of large sums of cash being lost. And that lady, who was of a high character, would not deny having received the advance payment. Phew… After making up his mind, Lumian went to the safe house on White Coat Street, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a letter: "Dear Ms. Magician: "I have raised 26000 Fel Gold, which will be given to you as an advance payment. After I pay the balance of 4000, you will give me the Arsonist Extraordinary Feature. "Hope for a reply." Lumian did not ask Ms. Magician to give the Arsonist the extraordinary characteristics now because he had not yet obtained the corresponding auxiliary materials. The preservation of extraordinary characteristics is more troublesome and there is also the possibility of loss. After summoning the puppet messenger and taking away the cloth bag filled with cash and coins with a letter attached, Lumian relaxed a lot, but he was a little worried that the messenger might be robbed in the spirit world. Not long after, the puppet messenger in a golden skirt brought a reply from the "magician": “Twenty-six thousand Felgin have been received. "'magician'." It’s just like a receipt… Lumian muttered and thanked the puppet messenger.

He then left White Coat Street and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel. As usual, after opening the door with a half piece of wire, Lumian walked through the lobby where only the basement bar cast a little light, and went up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he pursed his lips and continued to go up, reaching the third floor and coming to room 310 where Flamand had lived. The wooden door of the room was not closed, but completely open, and the curtains were also not drawn, allowing the crimson moonlight to penetrate the glass and shine in. This is an unwritten custom popular among the lower classes in Trier: The room where someone has died must have its door open and the curtains drawn for three days. This seems to be because they are worried that the ghosts of the deceased are unwilling to leave. Lumian stood at the door, looking at the empty room, as if he saw again the madman holding his head and whispering "I'm going to die". After a while, he silently withdrew his gaze and walked towards the stairs. He heard a conversation in room 302, where someone was trying to suppress his voice but failed. The room belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Ruhl and Michel, who were part-time scavengers and sellers of fake photos. They obviously did not light the kerosene lamp or calcium carbide lamp, and there was not much light coming through the crack in the door. As Lumian approached the stairs, he relied on his powerful hearing to listen to the conversation between the old couple: "Look at these, old woman. Look at these. They are all valuable! And those gentlemen and ladies just threw them away!" "I think this bag of stuff can be sold for 5 Felgin..." "5 Felkin? At least 15!" "Old man, it would be great if you could pick up such valuable trash every day." "We have to elect a member of parliament every day." "Praise the sun and let the councillor hold a banquet every day. Then, in just one year, we can go back to Olmire and buy 10 acres of land to plant grapevines." "You old woman are quite thoughtful. "What's wrong with thinking about it? Haven't you thought about it? Even if there is no party, we have saved a lot of money. Saving for another four or five years should be enough." "Yes, then we won't have to work as hard as we do now, and we won't have to worry about not being able to do the work..." Lumian stopped listening, smiled silently, went down the stairs, returned to room 207, washed up, and went to bed. In the middle of the night, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps while he was drowsy. He had just turned over and sat up, looking towards the corridor when someone knocked on the door. Lumian walked over half defensively and half doubtfully and opened the wooden door. Outside the door was Mrs. Michelle, a short, white-haired woman wearing a yellowish cloth skirt. She said with fear and panic: "Ruhl is suddenly ill! Charles, Mr. Charles, can you help me carry him to the clinic on White Coat Street?

"I, I have money to pay for his medical treatment!" Mr. Rule is ill? He was fine before I went to bed... Lumian was stunned. (End of this chapter)