Ring of Fate

Chapter 808 Test (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month)

Les didn't ask why. He went upstairs, found a red cloth and hung it on the door of the "Carnivore" bar.

Lumian sat at the rebuilt bar and enjoyed the seasoned roast beef with soft and delicious bread.

As time passed, more and more customers came into the Carnivore bar, because Les made a wooden rack, posted the new menu and corresponding prices on it, and placed it on the street.

Of course, this behavior is not the main reason why customers come to the store.

The most important factor is that the prices of the food on the menu are incredibly cheap, after all, the boss does not make a profit from the difference.

The customers came with a trial mentality and were not very confident about the "Carnivore" bar which had changed its owner. They repeatedly confirmed whether the price was really the same, without any additional charges, and whether the quantity and quality of the food could be guaranteed.

This is the experience gained from being cheated by the Morola unscrupulous merchants many times.

Those unscrupulous merchants also have something to say. We have been exiled to Morola for serious violations of the law. Do you still expect us to operate with integrity? Anyway, the Morola resident code does not contain provisions such as not marking prices arbitrarily or not selling inferior goods as good ones, and law enforcement officers will not come to check the hygiene conditions of the kitchen.

Most of the customers dare not speak out. The unscrupulous merchants who could be taught a lesson by them have been killed by them, and the rest are those they cannot afford to offend.

They often regret that they should have kept a few unscrupulous merchants under their control to ensure the quality of food and reasonable prices through daily supervision.

Many times, killing is not the best solution.

"If I understood this principle, I wouldn't be exiled to Morola!" An exile in his forties expressed his opinion on the matter while holding a glass of beer with white foam on it.

His eyes kept moving back and forth on Julie, who was temporarily acting as the bartender, hoping to attract the attention of this beauty with his words and performance.

The low price was the reason they came in, and the pretty bartender was the reason they were reluctant to leave and ordered another drink.

Lumian picked up a piece of roasted beef that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, savoring the wonderful taste of the combination of Les' secret seasoning and the tender meat.

He thought that after leaving Morola, he should let Ludwig be the head chef.

Don’t waste the chef’s talent!

After lunch, Lumian took a glass of liquor and walked around the hall as a bar owner, piecing together the current situation of Morola from the mouths of different customers:

Not long after the establishment of this exile city, the residents began to be divided into classes, with strength being the most important criterion for division.

Today, the Extraordinary People have firmly occupied various key positions in Morola, controlling resources such as food, meat, vegetables, dairy products, various minerals, factory products, sales channels, street shops, etc. Ordinary criminals who do not possess supernatural powers can only choose to serve them and work in farms, mines, ranches, factories, etc. Those with better conditions are considered employees, and those with worse conditions are roughly equivalent to slaves.

For these ordinary criminals, the biggest dream is to gain the trust of a powerful Beyonder, and after winning a duel with the other party, get the Beyonder characteristics that he doesn't need as a reward.

"This is simply the paradise imagined by the Iron Cross." Lumian sighed with amusement after sitting back at the bar.

As a former member of the Iron Cross, although he always secretly laughed at the embarrassing "sermons" and "ceremonies", he still grasped the main concept of the Iron Cross:

They want to build a country where extraordinary people no longer have to hide and gain status through strength.

This seems to be the case with Morola now.

Lumian was just about to drink the remaining liquor in the glass and go upstairs to find a quiet place to study when he suddenly saw the gentleman-looking Gu Xin walk into the bar.

They came pretty quickly... Has someone been watching this place? Lumian played with the glass in his hand.

Gu Xin sat down next to him, took off the half-high silk hat on his head, and said to Julie, who was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and dark bow tie, which was quite unique:
"A glass of Lilanzi."

——There are few varieties of alcohol in Morola, and rye beer, Liqueur de Ronzi and red wine are the most popular.

Lumian took out a piece of paper and a pen from his "traveler's bag" and started writing and drawing on the bar counter.

Gu Xin waited until Julie handed him the Relanci, took a sip, and then looked ahead and smiled:

"You made up your mind quicker than I thought."

“I don’t want to be bound like this either,” Lumian responded meaningfully.

What he really meant was that he didn't want to stay in Morola for too long, but what Gu Xin heard was that he didn't want to be ruled by the Church of Knowledge anymore.

"This is the common choice of all strong people. A goshawk will not associate with a sparrow." Gu Xin praised.

Lumian was still sketching and laughed.

"Now, you need to convince me that you have a future and hope. I will not stand with losers."

"I have launched dozens of riots, and I have not been caught by the Church of Knowledge until now. Isn't this the best reason?" Gu Xin took another sip of Lielangqi.

Lumian shook his head.

"In my hometown, there is a proverb, 'One swallow does not make a summer.' What does it mean? The early arrival of individual swallows does not prove that the corresponding season has arrived. It is very unwise to hastily judge and draw conclusions based on a single phenomenon."

"How do you need me to convince you?" Gu Xin tilted his head.

Lumian smiled:

"Complete my test."

Gu Xin was stunned for a few seconds, then said with a smile:
"Shouldn't an organization like ours normally test new members to see if they are qualified? How come it's the new members testing the organization?"

“That depends on the strength and importance of the newcomers, not their past experience.” Lumian had an expression that said, “I don’t have to start a riot with you bugs. I can organize my own team.”

Gu Xin drank a sip of Lilangqi, and after a while he said:
"What do you want us to do?"

Lumian smiled but said nothing until he finished the sketch, then he pushed the paper in front of him to Guxin:
"Find this person."

The picture shows Albus Medici.

Lumian's sketching skills were not very high, but with the "Hunter's" precise control of his wrists and fingers, his deep memory of the images of things and his mental restoration, he was able to draw Albus Medici vividly, with his aggressive and disgusting temperament vividly displayed on the paper.

"Him?" Gu Xin picked up the drawing paper and asked as if to confirm.

Lumian nodded slightly:
"His real name is Albus Medici. I don't know if he used a pseudonym in Morola."

"Medici..." Guxin repeated the last name in a low voice.

He folded the drawing paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and picked up the glass of Lilanzi again:
"You can test us, but we need to test you too.

“You have to prove you’re capable.”

“Isn’t it enough to kill the original owner of this bar?” Lumian asked with a smile, “Or, do you want to duel with me?”

Gu Xin maintained a gentlemanly demeanor and shook his head.
"We have recognized your strength, and now we need to test other aspects."

Lumian held the glass and turned his head to look at Guxin, waiting for him to continue.

Gu Xin glanced around and his gaze stayed on Julie, whose charm could not be concealed, for two seconds.

He lowered his voice:

“The basis of the Church of Knowledge’s rule over Morola is a certain item in the underground mausoleum of the cemetery. Our ultimate goal is to break in and take control of that item.

"That's very dangerous. We found a similar place to train our members. The test for you is to enter the underground area shrouded by the fog of war, overcome the difficulties along the way, and reach the location we marked."

The target is still "0-01"? Lumian pondered for a few seconds and said:
"Okay, when can we start?"

"Tonight." Gu Xin drank the remaining Lilangqi, paid for the drink, got up and left the "Carnivore" bar.

Lumian glanced at Julie and found that this "witch" lowered her head and eyes, dealing with the drinkers' chats and harassment obediently and reservedly, and seemed to be completely unaware of his conversation with Gu Xin.

Haha... Lumian chuckled, put down the glass, and went to the second floor.

…………

Trier, Monumental quarter, Orosei Street 9, apartment 702.

"Janna should be back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, right?" Franca stood by the window in the living room, muttering to herself with some melancholy and fear.

Against the backdrop of the deep night and the lights outside the window, her face flickered, appearing and disappearing, like an intoxicating dream.

Suddenly, she saw the "Confessor" Bayinfer, wearing a black clergy robe and looking like a charred corpse, walking out of the void with a letter in his hand.

Letter? Who gave it to Lumian? Uh, Bayinfer's presence here means that the messengers really can't locate Morola, even with a special contract... Franka took the letter and said with a polite smile:

"Thank you."

Bayinfel nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the night that seeped in through the window.

Franca let out a sigh and muttered:

"I still want to build a good relationship with you. Can you introduce me to a messenger?"

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and smelled a complex scent of powder, perfume, grass, flowers and spices from the letter.

A letter from a woman? Franka, who had Lumi's safety authority, muttered to herself as she opened the letter and read its contents:
"I don't know whether I should call you Mr. Louis Berry or Mr. Lumian Lee.

“During this period, through Riya, I really came into contact with the mystical circle of Matanibong, mastered a lot of mystical knowledge, and also realized that I am actually not weak, but I just lacked experience before and didn’t show it, really.

“Of course, I also realized how big the gap is between you and me, and how vast the world is outside of Matanibong.

“I think I am willing to help your friend, and I hope you will fulfill your promise.

"Amandine."

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(End of this chapter)