Chapter 148 - 148 Lord of the Motel

148 Lord of the Motel

At 10 p.m., while returning to Auberge du Coq Dor from Avenue du March, Louis, who was with Baron Brignais earlier, guided Lumian from the main road bathed in yellow light to a side street swallowed by darkness.

Surveying the neglected, broken street lamps, he remarked nonchalantly, The baron has cut a deal with the Poison Spur Mob. From now on, Auberge du Coq Dor is officially under our Savoie Mobs control.

Lumian snorted. Is the Poison Spur Mob that easy to negotiate with?

What do you mean? Are you hoping for the two parties to fight? Louis increasingly sensed that Ciel was a dangerous man who thrived on conflict.

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He was convinced that Ciels nature and approach would bring trouble to the Savoie Mob time and time again in the future.

The market district, already strained by the Poison Spur Mobs rapid ascent, would certainly become more chaotic.

As a seasoned gang member, Louis believed in bullying ordinary people rather than resorting to violence and bloodshed. Life was precious; hed witnessed several comrades die in gang wars and police raids. Initially, their families were taken care of, but as time pa.s.sed, their circ.u.mstances deteriorated.

But if cornered, Louis wouldnt shy away from brutality. Every thug under Baron Brignais had climbed the ranks through street brawls and alley fights. They may not be brainy, but their skills and courage were nothing to sneer at.

Louis slowly exhaled.

You showed enough force to protect Auberge du Coq Dor, and the Poison Spur Mob didnt want to escalate matters and draw police attention. So, after the baron covered Wilsons medical expenses, the matter was settled.

Keep a low profile for now. If you catch the polices eye, you wont withstand a thorough investigation.

It doesnt matter to me. Ill just find a hideout before the official Beyonders corner me. The Poison Spur Mob can run, but they cant hide Lumian murmured, borrowing a line from Aurores book.

Louis continued, The baron wants me to tell you that since youre staying at Auberge du Coq Dor, its your turf now.

And for members who control their own turf, we dont usually provide daily allowances.

What he implied was that the Savoie Mob likely wouldnt give Lumian any more money beyond the initial 1,000 verl dor. Hed have to find a way to generate income from his turf.

Lumian was momentarily stunned before replying with a chuckle, Alright.

As they spoke, they stopped outside Auberge du Coq Dor.

Lumian gazed at the old, cream-colored building and was struck by a bizarre, ludicrous thought.

This is my turf?

The residents of this ramshackle place are all dest.i.tute. How can they afford to pay protection fees?

Forget it. Its already a blessing that they dont create trouble for me like Charlie. I cant squeeze money out of them!

Having already consumed two drinks, he skipped the bas.e.m.e.nt bar and retreated to Room 207.

No one had visited.

After perusing Aurores grimoire for a while, Lumian recognized a familiar footfall, followed by a knock on the door.

He opened it, unsurprised to find Charlie standing there.

Charlies face was flushed from drinking. He grinned and exclaimed, Can you believe it? Im about to land a new job! I went to Rue des Blouses Blanches tonight and bought the waiters drinks. They introduced me to a hotel manager who said they needed a few full-time attendants!

If that manager learns you hooked up with a female guest at your previous hotel and were recently implicated in a murder case, will he still consider you? Lumian retorted.

Charlies smile froze. He ma.s.saged his face and replied, He might still give me a chance. But Ciel, thats not why Im here. I wanted to ask what you plan to do with Miss Ethans?

What do you mean? Lumian inquired, smirking.

Charlie forced a smile and asked,Will you stop her from leaving Rue Anarchie? If you make her keep working the streets, how much should she pay you each time? And how often?

Lumian chortled.

Shes free to do whatever she wants. Its none of my business. I have plenty of ways to make money.

I knew it! Praise the Sun and Saint Vive! Charlie cheered. I could tell from the moment I saw you at the bar that you were a clever and capable gentleman!

Trusting the judgment of the Idiot Instrument? Lumian jested.

Charlie sheepishly smiled.

Thats one factor.

He waved his hand.

Ill share this news with Miss Ethans! After taking a few steps, Charlie halted and spun around, asking unusually cautiously, Will the Poison Spur Mob come back?

Baron Brignais has brokered a deal with them. Auberge du Coq Dor is now Savoie Mobs turf, Lumian answered nonchalantly. And Im the one in charge here.

Charlie was ecstatic. He spread his arms wide and exclaimed, Praise the Sun, praise Saint Vive, and praise you, Ciel!

With that, he dashed into the stairwell.

Comparing me to the Eternal Blazing Sun and Saint Vive Are you trying to get me killed faster? Lumian snorted and shook his head. He then retreated to his room and resumed studying Aurores grimoire.

Outside Room 408, Charlie knocked on the wooden door.

Ethans, her cheek red and swollen, opened the door and stated flatly, Im not feeling well today. Find someone else.

Charlie couldnt contain the exciting news.

Guess what? The motels no longer under Poison Spur Mobs control. It belongs to the Savoie Mob!

Ethans suddenly remembered the evenings events and hesitated before asking, Are you sure?

Absolutely! Charlie replied, his signature enthusiasm returning. You wont believe it. I found out from the leader of the Savoie Mob. Ciel, who lives in 207. Hes already become a leader of the Savoie Mob. Auberge du Coq Dor is his turf now! He personally told me that the Poison Spur Mob b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have scrammed and wont be back! He also said that the Savoie Mob and the Poison Spur Mob reached an agreement!

Ciel The man who threw Wilson down? Ethanss eyes darted, seemingly awakening from her puppet-like state.

The Poison Spur Mob was really driven away?

Its true! Charlie nodded emphatically.

Ethans stood stunned for a moment, then clenched her teeth and spat out, Those sons of b.i.t.c.hes, rotten sc.u.m, theyre finally gone!

Charlie continued, Ive asked Ciel. He said you can do whatever you want. Its not his concern. Hes incredibly resourceful. So much so that he can change my opinion of pranksters like him. Can you believe it? He comes up with lucrative schemes every minute!

Ethans was dumbstruck.

As far as she knew, none of the gangsters were good people. They were all despicable scoundrels who deserved h.e.l.l!

Charlie kept talking, but Ethans tuned him out. The words do whatever you want resonated in her mind.

After Charlie left, she retreated to her room and quickly changed into a ladys blouse and light-colored pants.

Next, she lifted the mattress and retrieved a stack of 200 verl dor notes.

She crammed all the bills into her pocket, then hesitated for a moment before removing more than half and hiding it back in its original spot.

With the remaining 40 verl dor, she shut the door and headed downstairs.

Before long, she stepped out of Auberge du Coq Dor and onto Rue Anarchie.

A solitary gas lamp illuminated the street from a distance. Bathed in crimson moonlight, numerous inebriated people stumbled along the road, shouting, singing, or sporadically clas.h.i.+ng with one another.

Ethans sidestepped the drunks and nervously followed the shadows along the street, aiming for Rue Anarchies exit.

Throughout her journey, memories of escaping and being apprehended by the Poison Spur Mob on the street haunted her.

The memory of the beating made her shudder involuntarily.

Ethans slowed down, as though the Poison Spur Mob lurked around the corner.

Finally, she reached the exit of Rue Anarchie and saw the broad main road beyond.

Ethans stared at the once-unreachable scene, feeling as if she were in a dream.

Subconsciously, she quickened her pace, striding faster through the dark night under the crimson moonlight.

In no time, she arrived at the nearest public carriage stop.

She still remembered disembarking from the public carriage here on her first day in Trier.

Now, she had finally returned.

With no public carriages running late at night, Ethans didnt mind. She gazed at the street ahead, the postbox shrouded in darkness, and the sign displaying the carriage route. Her eyes welled up with tears.

Suddenly, Ethans spun around and bolted.

She had to get back to Auberge du Coq Dor, pack her belongings, and leave at daybreak!

Ethans sprinted faster, feeling the wind slap her face, cold and damp.

Her vision blurred, and she seemed to see a ghost of her past self.

The former Ethans, who arrived in Trier filled with dreams and enthusiasm, stood beneath the streetlamp, gently beckoning.

Hurry up and catch up!

Auberge du Coq Dor, Room 207.

Ethans dabbed the corners of her eyes and rapped on the door.

Lumian swung the wooden door open and cast a cursory glance at her.

What can I do for you?

In a raspy voice, Ethans inquired, Why are you helping me?

Lumian sneered. Why should I help you? What do you possess thats worthy of my a.s.sistance? Youre not beautiful, and you dont have much money.

Ethanss words of grat.i.tude were immediately choked off.

She couldnt even recall how she left the second floor. As she packed her belongings, the whole experience felt surreal.

Watching her vanish down the stairs, Lumian snickered.

Im not helping you. I just cant stand fates cruel taunts.

We are all victims of fates ridicule, but I want to defy and resist it, even if Im not capable enough, until death puts an end to it all!

In that moment, Lumian sensed his Provoker potion digesting a bit further.

Although he was far from fully digesting it and needed time to work through it, this indicated that he had adapted to the Provoker potion, and his condition had stabilized. He could contemplate extracting the sealed power within him and obtaining the Alms Monks boon.

Judging by the name, it should compensate for his lack of mystical techniques.