Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Upon closer inspection, Lumian recognized Harman’s unique features—a prominent brow, a high nose bridge, and deep-set lips. He possessed the allure of a ruggedly handsome individual. Even in a seated position, his imposing height was evident, complementing his dark breeches shirt splendidly.

Castina, petite and likely under 1.55 meters tall, appeared to be around 30 years old. She possessed curly auburn hair, brown eyes, a curvaceous figure that turned heads, and full lips.

“You should be familiar with Ciel from the Savoie Mob, right?” Everett introduced Ciel to Roger and the others.

Roger flashed a cold smile.

“Indeed, Superintendent. The impression he made on me will never fade.”

“Baldy” Harman’s eyes brimmed with hatred and cruelty.

Everett sighed and said, “We all reside in the market district. Only by coexisting peacefully can we secure a better future and greater wealth.

“If any conflicts arise, come to me. I’ll mediate and arbitrate.

“Ciel, take this cup of coffee to Roger and hand over Salle de Bal Brise’s profits for the next six months. The issue between Margot and Ait ends here. If anyone troubles you regarding these matters again, feel free to inform me directly.”

Lumian observed Roger, Harman, and Castina with a sense of amusement, realizing that their eyes held no mercy, only restrained coldness and malevolence.

Baron Brignais and the others remained silent, watching the scene unfold as though it were a spectacle. Franca shook her head at Lumian, signaling him not to act recklessly.

Lumian bent down and picked up the cup of coffee from the table.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and flung the contents of the cup at “Black Scorpion” Roger.

Reacting swiftly, Roger evaded the liquid, colliding with the coffee table. Harman and Castina sprang to their feet.

Simultaneously, Lumian pointed at “Black Scorpion” Roger and cursed, “F*ck you! Are you disregarding the Superintendent’s words? Playing dumb, are we? If you don’t desire peace, speak up. I, Ciel, shall await you at Salle de Bal Brise!

“The look in your eyes tells me vengeance is on your mind!”

How brazen… Franca had not anticipated Lumian’s audacity.