While "walking" around the Candide Market area in the morning, Lumian noticed that the citizens of Trier were quite casual, or rather bold, in their clothing. This was reflected in the fact that some women's tops had very short sleeves, exposing their small areas. The arms or shoulders are hollow, and the collarbone can be seen. On the other hand, there are many strange clothes.
In the Liège area, it is impossible for a person like Aosta, who wears a black robe and hood, like a wizard from ancient legends, to walk on the street openly, and will inevitably be questioned by the police. In Trier, Pedestrians on the road turned a blind eye to this.
Because this is so common, all kinds of antique costumes emerge in endlessly.
Ostatrull was obviously more cautious, and from time to time he would suddenly turn around and look behind him to see if there was anyone acting suspiciously, but Lumian was far away from him, so far that both parties were out of sight of each other.
Relying on the very weak smell of inferior perfume left behind, Lumian followed Aosta through street after street.
As the gas street lights on both sides came on one after another, Aosta turned into a street covered with glass vaults and steel supports.
It is brightly lit, full of high-end shops, the floors are paved with smooth marble, and bustling with pedestrians, in sharp contrast to the shabby alleys in the Candide Market area. "
Is this the arcade that Aurore mentioned? Lumian saw Aosta stop in front of a store, admiring the items in the window, and slowed down to look around. "
He soon noticed some people with "abnormal" behavior: the workers, male or female, were all dressed in formal clothes and holding turtles of different sizes.
The turtles crawled slowly in front, while they holding the rope walked slowly behind.
Seeing a man wearing a black formal suit and a silk top hat following a turtle past him, Lumian couldn't help but ask: "My friend, what are you doing?"
The man turned his head to the side, revealing a powdered face.
He smiled and replied: "Outlander, I was wandering around, walking the turtle."
"Why turtle?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.
The well-groomed gentleman seemed very happy to share his fashion philosophy and said with a smile: "Most people in Trier like to hang out, but they cannot understand the meaning of leisure and the essence of elegance. They always walk very fast. Very rushed.
“Real wandering is slower than a turtle, so we walk the turtle and let the turtle walk in front to highlight our leisurely pace.
“It’s a ruler for comparing walking speed and a measure of elegance.”
Lumian had to admit that the Trier people always opened his eyes as a country bumpkin from Kordu Village: "Aurore can't even write a story about walking a turtle in a novel!
"As expected of a Trier!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone.
Unfortunately, the gentleman did not understand what he really wanted to express. He smiled modestly and continued to follow the turtle slowly.
Not long after, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade.
Lumian waited for a while and then slowly put it on.
After leaving the arcade, Aosta stood under the nearby bus stop sign.
Within a few minutes, a huge carriage pulled by two horses drove over.
The carriage is divided into upper and lower floors. The yellow-painted carriage has words such as "Line 7" written in Intis script on the surface. The driver wears a green short coat and a wide-brimmed rain-proof hat.
As the carriage stopped, a conductor wearing a cap, a striped jacket and ugly trousers appeared at the open door, looking at every passenger who tried to squeeze into the public carriage with the eyes of a criminal.
Aosta got on the bus third and sat by the window, observing the pedestrians outside and the men and women taking their seats one after another.
Lumian looked at it from a distance and did not get closer.
When the carriage on Line 7 was far away, he quickened his pace and started to catch up at almost a trot.
With the relatively slow speed of this kind of public transportation and the rules of stopping at every stop, Lumian was not afraid of being thrown away at all.
On the way, some pedestrians looked at the runner curiously, and a few actually followed Lumian as he jogged on the street, seemingly thinking that this was the latest trend.
Is there something wrong with your brains? Lumian couldn’t laugh or cry about this.
After chasing for three stops, he saw Austa Trull stepping off the public carriage, and this place already belonged to the Honest Market area.
Aosta crossed two streets, turned into the White Coat Street that Charlie mentioned, and entered the off-white old apartment with house number 20.
Lumian stopped in front of a newsstand at the corner of the street, picked up a newspaper, and flipped through it casually.
At the same time, he paid attention to the entrance and exit of the apartment with the corner of his eye.
"11 copies." The owner of the newsstand reminded Lumian when he saw that he didn't want to buy it. "
Lumian was holding a copy of "Le Petit Trier", and he didn't care. He took out two 5 kopecks and one 1 kopeck copper coin and threw them on other newspapers. "
The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet.
Jean Lumian continued reading the newspaper: “The town hall is discussing a new price scheme with the water company…
“Valery criticizes consumerism as a fetish…
"..."
"The greatest project in human history seeks collaboration..."
The last advertisement gave Lumian a familiar smell: it was the scent of a prank or a scammer who couldn't hide it!
While paying attention to the direction of the apartment, Lumian read the corresponding content with great interest: "The future of mankind lies in the sea of stars, and the history of mankind is the history of courage to explore.
“In this era of crazy technological advancements, what we lack are pioneers of civilization, wise men with outstanding insights and forward-looking vision, and adventurers whose charm is courage.
“Last time, we were trapped in the violent sea, this time, we are trapped in the atmosphere, but human civilization and human technology will surely overcome all difficulties and dangers and create a real future.
“We want to work with all the dreamers to build an interstellar bridge that will allow us to walk directly from the surface to the interstellar bridge on the red moon.
"Contact: Bill Patil.
"Contact: 5th floor, 9 rue San Martin, district 2."
The more Lumian watched, the funnier he became, and he reflected deeply on himself: As the prankster king of Kordu Village, someone who grew up under the influence of Aurore's various wonderful ideas, he had never thought of something so crazy and outrageous. Such a ridiculous idea, and those guys confidently advertised it, seemed sure to deceive a lot of people.
Do I still have unrealistic illusions about the average human IQ? Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm.
At this moment, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment building at No. 20 White Coat Street.
The leader is a gentleman wearing a silk top hat and black formal suit, at least in appearance, he has a deep profile, a mahogany-colored pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring shining in the light on his left hand.
The several strong men surrounding this gentleman looked fierce, either wearing canvas tops or dark jackets, like members of a gang.
After they disappeared at the entrance of the apartment, Lumian walked over with the newspaper.
When he got downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at the same time. One is very light and familiar, it is the inferior perfume he put on Aosta. The other is more fragrant, sweet, with a slightly wild and fishy smell.
Musk perfume? From the man smoking the pipe just now?
Lumian followed the smell all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment.
Then, he saw Austa Trull.
This liar dressed as a wizard was being surrounded by the group of people just now. The "gentleman" wearing a diamond ring tapped his forehead lightly with a mahogany-colored pipe, and smiled politely: "Don't think that just because you have moved. Can get rid of us. "Until all debts are paid, I will follow you forever like your shadow. "
Aosta said tremblingly: "I will have money soon, and I can pay you back part of it tomorrow!"
"Very good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded.
He then turned the pipe around and struck Aosta in the face with the still-burning part.
Aosta shrank back in pain, but did not dare to scream.
The "gentleman" took back his pipe and said gently and politely: "This is a little interest.
"If you don't come back tomorrow, I will take one of your fingers away."
After speaking, he pressed his hand on his chest and bowed politely: "See you tomorrow, my friend."
Lumian at the top of the stairs curled his lips and muttered to himself:
"Are people and dogs now imitating Hermann?"
With the popularity of Forswall's "Adventurer" series, some imitators of Gehrman Sparrow appeared in both the northern and southern continents. Words such as "Is this polite" and "a gift or a curse" are widely spread spread.
When the group of people came over, Lumian lowered his head and moved out of the way, like an ordinary apartment tenant meeting a gang member.
The sound of chaotic footsteps went down layer by layer, and soon there was no movement.
Lumian then looked at Aosta Trull and found that he had returned to the room and closed the wooden door.
After thinking for a moment, Lumian moved his gloved left palm, pressed the hat on his head, walked out of the stairs, and came to Aosta's door.
Bang bang bang, he raised his hand and patted the door panel.
After a while, Aosta opened the door in shock and fear, and said tremblingly: "My money really won't be available until tomorrow..."
He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, and Lumian's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile: "Surprise?"
"You, you, you..." Aosta backed away as if he had seen a ghost.
Lumian followed him into the room, smiled and said to Aosta Trull: "I really want to forget the pain of the past, but I am also a cautious person. I am afraid of being defrauded of money and laughed at. fool."
