At six o'clock in the morning of early May, before the sky was shining, the red moon falling in the west and the stars on the horizon were shining brightly, making the darkness thin and dissolving the outlines of things in the near distance.

Lumien woke up early, washed up a little, put on the formal clothes of yesterday, put on the wide-brimmed top hat, and tried to squeeze a smile into the glass window that served as a mirror.

As he descended slowly down the stairs, the sound of hurried footsteps came from above.

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It didn't take long for Charlie's figure to appear in Lumien's eyes.

He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and untied leather shoes, but his ruddy face had turned a little paler, and his small blue eyes showed tiredness that could not be concealed.

"Good morning, Charles." Seeing Lumian, Charlie greeted him with a full of anger.

His spirits were quite high.

"Shouldn't you have gone out early?" Lumian asked with a smile.

He got up to wash up when he heard the church bell ringing at six o'clock, and Charlie was supposed to go out at six.

Charlie lowered his head and sorted out his clothes as he muttered:

"I drank too much last night, and I had a good dream, and I don't want to wake up......"

As they spoke, the two of them had already reached the first floor, walked through the filthy and dark hall, and walked towards the starlight gate.

The door was opened by an elderly couple, both gray-haired, with slightly rickety backs, aged about sixty.

They are short, no more than 1.65 meters for men, and less than 1.6 meters for women, whether they are dark jackets or yellowish cloth skirts, they are all tattered and full of oil.

"They are?" Lumian had expected that it would be Mrs. Firth or the stingy innkeeper Mr. Eve who would open the door in the morning.

Charlie didn't slow down and casually explained:

"They got up early every day, and Mrs. Firth commissioned them to open the door of the inn, in return for ignoring the fact that they had made the room dirty and smelly.

"You know what? They haven't changed their clothes since I moved in, it's been seven months, seven months! No wonder it's so dirty...... Lumian could recall the state of his muscles when he was wandering, but he couldn't help but frown at the habit of being clean by Ouror.

Charlie walked out of the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" and asked suspiciously:

"Charles, why are you up so early?"

As the two came to the street, a rather lively scene suddenly came into their eyes:

Workers, clerks, and coolies hurried along in grey, blue, black, and brown clothes, stopping from time to time to buy some food from street vendors.

Some of the women carrying wooden baskets were less eager, moving from vendor to vendor, comparing prices and quality.

The hawkers scattered on both sides of the street, blocking half the street, leaving only room for a horse-drawn carriage.

They shouted loudly and tried their best to attract customers:

"Sour, apple sour, two Ricks a liter!"

"Freshwater fish from Bondi Fish Pond!"

"Fresh cod, herring, come and see!

"Onion bread, 1 Rick, just 1 Rick!"

"Salted meat, delicious bacon!"

"Soap and wigs imported from Rune!"

"Buy the kids a bottle of brightly colored soda!"

"Hot sauce, refried beans, baby onions, water celery!"

Listening to the sounds one after another, feeling the early morning vitality of the chaotic streets, Lumian turned his head sideways and smiled at Charlie:

"I just arrived in Trier and I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around to see if I could find a suitable job."

As a "hunter", it is important to familiarize yourself with the area where you often move and grasp the specific environment here.

When something really happens, it's too late to try again.

Charlie nodded in understanding.

"You can try your luck on White Coat Street, right between the Candid Market and the steam train station.

"A lot of hostels, hotels and restaurant managers like to chat in the café over there, and they hire dishwashers, floor cleaners, toilet attendants and trainee waiters.

"If you have money on you, remember to ask the waiters at the café for a drink, and they will put you in front of the right people and give you a chance to get a better job."

Without waiting for Lumien to respond, Charlie imparted his experience:

"Be sure to pay attention to your appearance, like I did."

Soon, Charlie's slightly pale face became "rosy" again.

"Look, look." He pointed to himself triumphantly and said, "Isn't it a lot more energetic?" Managers are reluctant to hire someone who is particularly poor and unhealthy, they feel that it will be a lot of trouble, they are either not willing to give you a good job, or they will lower your salary, like me, before going into the café, to make yourself like a person who has a place to sleep and eat a full breakfast, too early to do it, this 'ruddy will slowly fade away. ”

"I still have enough money to rent and fill my stomach, so I don't need to do it for the time being, but who knows if I will use it later?"

He deliberately did not hide that he still had a lot of Filkin.

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What if someone with a good Samaritan is willing to "donate" another one?

Charlie expressed his understanding, took out a copper coin worth 5 copes, and bought a bread with onions from a nearby vendor.

This made Lumian suddenly feel a sense of familiarity:

During the time of his wandering, if he could get money as a handout, his first choice was to buy onion bread:

This is cheap, and the second is that the taste of onions will last for a long time, giving people the illusion that they have just eaten a lot.

Lumian also bought onion bread for breakfast, and walked out of the street with Charlie through the many vendors.

"I love the mornings here!" Charlie glanced back and exclaimed in his trademark ebullient tone, "Those gangsters who deserve hell can't get up so early to spoil this mesmerizing vibrancy." He then waved his hand at Lumian:

"I'm going to take the subway, or I'll be late today, and the damn foreman will definitely deduct my salary!"

Bidding farewell to Charlie, Lumian walked around the streets, looking outward in circles, like a tourist measuring the area with his feet.

Located on the south bank of the Serenzo River, in the southeast corner of the metropolis of Trier, the Candid Market District is officially known as the "13th District" – the districts of Trier are named after numbers, but according to history and characteristics, there will be some conventional common names, and sometimes, the official will be called that.

Named after the "Candid Market", the Suchit steam train station was built near the Serenzo River to accommodate people from south of Intis.

Many of the streets surrounding the market and steam train station are unusually chaotic and filled with poor people, and are one of the few slums in Trier.

To the north of the market area, on the south bank of the Serenzo River, is the 5th arrondissement, which belongs to the old town, also known as the memorial parish, or university district, where the École Normale Supérieure de Trier, the École Supérieure des Mines de Trier, and the Intes des Beaux-Arts are located.

To the northeast of the market area, on the north bank of the Serenzo River, is the 12th arrondissement, also on the outskirts of the city, called the Knoll district, with the Invalides, the Wounded and several large hospitals.

To the northwest of the market area is the 6th arrondissement, the observatory area where Lumien and others will go, where the main entrance to the catacombs is located.

To the southwest of the market district is the 14th arrondissement, customarily known as the Botanical Garden, where Lumien will be treated by a psychologist at the Mason Café on Sunday.

It's also called the sans-sans-kee party district because of the large number of factories to the south of the botanical garden.

In this way, Lumian spent nearly a morning walking through all the streets of the honest man's market district. Towards noon, he returned to the vicinity of the Suhit train station, intending to find a random place to have lunch, and then go to the vicinity of the catacombs to find the one named Aosta. Trull's fake wizard.

As he walked, Lumien saw Ruhl and Michel, who were also staying at the Golden Rooster Hotel.

They were holding stacks of things sealed in paper pouches, selling them to groups of suspected outlanders. As soon as Lumien approached, Ruhr, with gray hair, ragged clothes and many wrinkles, leaned over to him and said in a suppressed voice:

"Want a picture of a street school beauty?"

"What is a street school beauty?" Lumian did not hide his doubts and resistance to the smell of Ruhl.

Ruhl shook the paper bag in his hand, which was as thin as an envelope, and explained in a low voice:

"In Trier, the pretty girls who worked as mannequins for painters were called academic beauties.

"Later, when we got cameras, we got photographers, and they would take some, you know, those kinds of pictures, some of which were sold to painters as references, and some of them ......."

Ruhl then showed an ambiguous smile and shook the paper bag in his hand again: "4 Ricks in one, two photos!"

"Others sell more than 10 Ricks!"

Lumian laughed:

"Mr. Ruhr, Mrs. Michel, this is the souvenir you sell to tourists."

Hearing Lumien call out his name, both Rul and Michel turned around and tried to flee, but Lumian's hand took a step faster and pressed Ruhl's shoulder directly.

Michelle, who squeezed into the crowd, saw that her husband could not follow, and returned here with a bitter face.

"I also live at the Golden Rooster Hotel, my name is Charles. Lumien introduced himself.

The Ruhrs, who finally understood why the other party knew the two of them, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lumien with pleading eyes and said:

"Is there anything you can do, Mr. Charles?"

"What kind of photos are you selling?" Lumien asked curiously.

Ruhl replied with a wince:

"Photographs of the scenery of the Serenzo River, as well as photographs of the castles and palaces of Trier."

"No one bothering you?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Ruhl swallowed his saliva and said:

"The people who bought it didn't dare to open it on the spot, and they didn't dare to come to us afterwards, they were very weak-hearted."

"Besides, there will be no police to control you when you sell landscape photos." Lumian nodded, "Is there really anyone selling photos of street school beauties?" ”

Mrs. Michelle, who also had a wrinkled face and a rickety body, muttered:

"We used to live in a mannequin in the hotel, but it hasn't been seen recently, maybe it became the mistress of a painter, or maybe it was when the street school beauty was caught......"

The guests of the Golden Rooster Hotel are really diverse...... Lumian asked with interest:

"How much can you earn a week by tricking outsiders into buying photos?"

"We sell it cheaply, about 10 Filkin." Ruhl replied with a slightly evasive look.

It seems to be a little more than 10 Ferkin, but not much, just 12 Ferkin, which is 1200 Kope, 240 Rick...... 60 fools a week?

Lumian looked around the square in front of the station, expressing disdain for the average human IQ here.

Ruhr and Michel took a big risk to deceive people, and they only cost about 50 Filgin a month, which is far less than that of trainee waiters and even coolies.

Glancing at their slightly clumsy backs, thin bodies, and wrinkled faces, Lumian roughly understood that they might not want to do more legitimate and well-paid work, but that they couldn't.

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With a wave of his hand, he left the Susit steam train station and headed northwest for the observatory area.