In the morning, while "strolling" the honest market area, Lumian noticed that the citizens of Trier were rather casual or bold in their clothing, which was reflected in the fact that some women's tops had short sleeves with bare forearms, or the shoulders were hollowed out so that the collarbones could be seen, and on the other hand, there were many fancy dresses.

In the Daleège region, a black robe and hood like Aosta, as if a wizard in ancient legend, could not walk the streets openly, inevitably being questioned by the police, while in Trier, passers-by on the road turned a blind eye.

Because, this is so common, all kinds of antique costumes emerge in endlessly.

Ostatrul was visibly more cautious, and from time to time he would suddenly turn his head and look behind him to see if there was anyone suspicious, but Lumian was so far away that neither of them was out of sight of the other.

Relying on the leftover, very faint smell of inferior perfume, Lumian followed Aosta through street after street.

As the gas lamps on both sides turned on, Aosta turned into a street covered with glass vaults and steel brackets.

It's a brightly lit place full of high-end shops, smooth marble floors, and a bustling crowd of pedestrians, in stark contrast to the dilapidated alleys of the Candid Market District. "

This is the arcade that Aurore mentioned? Seeing Aosta stop in front of a shop and admiring the contents of the window, Lumian slowed down and looked around. "

He soon noticed some people who were behaving "abnormally": men and women, all dressed in formal attire, leading turtles of different sizes.

The tortoises crawl slowly in front, and they walk slowly behind them holding the ropes.

Seeing a man in a black suit and a silk top hat following the turtle past him, Lumian couldn't help but ask, "My friend, what are you doing here?"

The man turned his head sideways, revealing a puffy face.

He smiled and replied, "Stranger, I'm hanging out, walking a turtle."

"Why a tortoise?" Lumian didn't hide his bewilderment.

The well-dressed gentleman seemed more than happy to share his fashion philosophy, laughing: "Most Triers like to hang out, but they can't understand the meaning of laid-back and the essence of elegance, and they always go fast and in a hurry.

"The real lounging is slower than the tortoise, so we walk the tortoise and let the tortoise walk in front of it to bring out our leisure.

"It's a ruler to compare walking speeds and an elegant measure."

Lumien had to admit that the people of Trier always blew the eyes of the countryman of Cordu: "Auurore can't write a novel about walking a turtle!"

"Worthy of Trier!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone.

Unfortunately, the gentleman did not understand what he really meant, smiled modestly, and continued to follow the turtle slowly.

Not long after, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade.

Lumien waited for a moment before he put it on slowly.

Out of the arcade, Aosta stopped under the sign of a nearby bus stop.

In a few minutes, two horses pulled a huge carriage and drove up.

The carriage was divided into two levels, with the words "Line 7" written in Antiswen on the yellow painted surface, and the driver wore a short green coat and a hat with a wide brim to protect against the rain.

As the carriage stopped, a conductor wearing a small hat, striped blouse, and unsightly trousers appeared in the open doorway, scrutinizing every passenger trying to squeeze into the public carriage with the eyes of a prisoner.

Aosta was the third to get into the car, sat down by the window, and observed the pedestrians outside and the men and women who were seated one after another.

Lumien looked from afar, but did not come closer.

It was only when the No. 7 carriage was far away that he quickened his pace and started to catch up almost at a trot.

With the slower pace of public transport and the rule that every stop must be stopped, Lumian is not afraid of being left behind.

On the way, some passers-by looked at the runner curiously, and a few actually followed Lumian to trot down the street, as if thinking that this was the latest trend.

Do you have something wrong with your brains? Lumian laughed at this.

After chasing the road for three stops, he saw Aosta. Trull stepped out of the public carriage, which was already part of the Candid Market District.

Aosta crossed two streets, turned into the white coat street where Charlie had been mentioned, and entered the old off-white apartment with house number 20.

Lumien 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, out of the corner of his eye, he was eyeing the entrance and exit of the apartment.

"11 copes." The owner of the newsstand saw that Lumian only saw it and did not buy it, so he reminded him. "

Lumien took a copy of the "Little Trillian", and did not care, took out two copper coins of 5 kope and one of 1 kope, and threw them on the other newspapers. "

The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet.

Jean Lumian continued to read the newspaper: "The town hall is discussing a new price scheme with the water company......

Valéry criticizes consumerism as a fetish......

“......”

"The greatest project in the history of mankind seeks to collaborate ........."

Finally, the ad gave Lumian a familiar smell: a prank or a fraudster 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 is in the sea of stars, and the history of mankind is the history of courageous exploration.

"In the age of crazy technological progress, what we lack is the pioneer of civilization, the wise man with excellent insight and forward-looking vision, and the adventurer who is charismatic with courage.

"Last time, we were trapped in the Furious Sea, this time, we were trapped in the atmosphere, but human civilization, human technology, will inevitably overcome all difficulties and dangers, and create a real future.

"We want to work with all the dreamers to build a starbridge that will allow us to walk directly from the surface to the red moon.

Contact: Buehler. Patil.

"Contact: 9th Floor, 5th Street, Saint-Martin, 2nd arrondissement."

The more Lumien watched it, the amused it became, and he reflected on himself deeply: as the prankster king of the village of Cordu, who had grown up with all the wonderful ideas of Aurore, he had never thought of such crazy, outrageous, and absurd ideas, and those guys were very confident in their advertising, as if they were sure to deceive a group of people.

Is it because I still have unrealistic illusions about the average IQ of humans? Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm.

Just then, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment at 20 White Coat Street.

At the head was a gentleman in a silk top hat and a black suit, at least in appearance, with a deep cross-face, a mahogany-colored pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring that glittered in the light on his left hand.

The men surrounding the gentleman were menacing, dressed in canvas shirts or dark jackets, as if they were members of a gang.

When they disappeared at the entrance to the apartment, Lumian walked over with a newspaper.

Downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at once. One is very light and familiar, it is the inferior perfume he made on Aosta, and the other is more rich, sweet, with a slightly wild fishy smell.

Musk perfume? The man with the pipe just now?

Lumian followed the scent and went all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment.

Then he saw Aosta. Trull.

The sorcerer-dressed liar was being gently tapped on his forehead with a mahogany pipe by the group of "gentlemen" wearing diamond rings surrounded by the group just now, and politely smiled: "Don't think that you can get rid of us by moving." Until I pay off all my debts, I will always follow you like your shadow. ”

Aosta trembled and said, "I will have money soon, and I can pay you back part of it tomorrow!"

"Good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded.

He then turned his pipe and pestled Aosta's face with the still burning part.

Aosta shrank back in pain, not daring to scream.

The "gentleman" took back his pipe and said mildly, "It's a little interest."

"If you don't do it tomorrow, I'll take a finger from you."

After speaking, he pressed his hand to his chest and bowed politely: "See you tomorrow, my friend."

Lumian, who was at the top of the stairs, pursed his mouth and muttered to himself:

"Are people and dogs learning from Gelman now?"

With the popularity of the "Great Adventurer" series of Folswall, some imitations of Gelman appeared in both the north and south continents. Sparrow's people, "This is a courtesy" and "a gift, or a curse" are widely circulated.

When the group arrived, Lumian lowered his head and moved out of the way, like a normal apartment tenant meeting a gang member.

The chaotic footsteps went down layer by layer, and soon there was no movement.

Lumian then looked at Aosta. Where Trull was, he found that he had returned to his room and closed the wooden door.

After a moment's thought, Lumian moved his gloved left palm, pressed the hat on his head, and walked out of the staircase to Aosta's door.

Bang bang, he raised his hand and slapped the door panel.

After a few moments, Aosta opened the door in shock and fear, and said tremblingly, "My money really won't be ...... tomorrow."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish his sentence, and the figure of Lumian was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile, "Surprised?"

"You, you, you......" Aosta retreated as if he had seen a ghost.

Lumian followed into the room, smiling at Aosta. "I really want to forget the pain of the past, but I'm also a cautious person, afraid of being cheated out of money and laughing at me for being a fool," Trull said.