Seeing the "slogan" on the wall, Lumian couldn't help but smile.

"In Trier, the café has a very special status, it is a riot, it is a holy place of conspiracy, it is a source of scandal."

In the history of Intis, I don't know how many riots started with exchanges in the café, and I don't know how many literary works and politics poured into the café.

Different from the Kingdom of Rune next door, although there are some closed clubs, Intis is relatively professional or high-end, and there are few people who can participate, whether it is a former aristocracy, a current parliamentarian, or a high-ranking government official, a financier, a banker, an industrialist, a famous writer, a newspaper editor-in-chief, an army general, a university professor and other high-level social leaders, they all like to haunt different cafes, enjoy the fun of chatting, and also show a friendly side, after all, the political slogan of the republic and the image erected internally and externally are "freedom, equality, fraternity".

At the same time, banquets and salons were very popular throughout Trier, and if a person from high society did not hold a salon once a month, it would be suspected that something was going on in the family, or that there was an economic crisis, and the political prospects were lost.

Of course, people of different classes like to go to completely different cafes, which are often divided by location, price and style, so when Lumian heard Charles say that Laurent squeezed his mother, Mrs. Lacazan, to find opportunities in such expensive cafes, many people are doing so, and even become the prototype of the novelist's characters, but very few can succeed.

At the same time, banquets and salons were very popular throughout Trier, and if an upper-class person did not hold a salon once a month, it would be suspected that something was going on in the family, or that there was an economic crisis, and that he had lost his political prospects.

One of the reasons why Aurore, who was so fond of the metropolis, did not come here was that artists such as writers, poets, painters and sculptors were like butterflies that flew in the salons of parliamentarians, financiers, politicians and high-ranking officials, as if only their recognition could realize the value of their work.

One of the reasons why Aurore, who was so fond of the metropolis, did not come here was that artists such as writers, poets, painters, and sculptors were like butterflies that flew in the salons of different parliamentarians, financiers, politicians, and high-ranking officials, as if only their recognition could realize the value of their work.

The combination of a salon and a café replaces most of the club's functions.

In this system, the role of taverns, beer halls, dance halls and cafes is similar, but far less important than the latter, and is more oriented towards the lower classes.

Seeing a guest enter the door, a female waiter in a long gray and white dress greeted her and asked with a smile, "Do you have a favorite spot, or have you already made an appointment with a friend?" Lumian nodded: "D card seat." ”

The waitress led him to a corner.

Next to a window, you can see the botanical garden full of greenery and trees.

"Drink something?" The waitress lays down a list of drinks wrapped in a brown cover.

Lumian picked it up and unfolded it, glanced at it, and was slightly surprised by the dazzling array of choices: "Filmer coffee, highland coffee, Lime espresso ......" Xibe black tea, Marquis black tea, Sibailan black tea? ……

"Fruit Ice Water, Frangipani Water, Ambergris Lemonade, Venus Oil Special Drink...... "Charlot, Red Wine, Rose Dew, Walnut Shochu, Tangerine Limoncello, Cherry Shochu......

"Vermouth, fennel vermouth, gin, bitter curacao, apple brandy, grape pomace brandy...... "sweet wines: Perfect Love, Barbarian Cream, Little Rose, Westperilo......

Considering that he would have to be treated by a psychologist and that neither alcohol nor caffeine was suitable for intake, Lumian thought for a while and said, "Ambergris lemonade." ”

"4 Ricks." The waitress asked, "Do you need cake, bread, or anything else?" ”

"Not for the time being, I'll decide when my friend comes." Lumian glanced around Mason's café again and saw that there were no customers at this point in time.

The lunch visitors left before half-past two, just over an hour before tea time.

A short time later, the waitress came over with a tray and placed an open glass containing a colorless liquid with a few slices of lemon floating on the table.

Lumian looked at the empty seat across from the booth, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

The sweet fragrance of Yuya entered the tip of his nose, and the refreshing and sweet sourness lifted his spirits.

As the minutes ticked by, and seeing that the wall clock on the wall was about to reach half-past three, Lumian couldn't help but turn to the side and look at the entrance of the café.

There was some greenery there, but no guests came in.

Just as Lumian retracted his gaze with a little disappointment, a gentle female voice from the booth behind him came from an age-indistinguishable voice: "I've arrived."

"Good afternoon, Lumian. Mr. Lee. ”

Lumian probably guessed that the other party didn't want to communicate in person, so he didn't turn around, suppressed his voice, and asked politely, "Good afternoon, what should I call you?" My voice is so small, can you hear me? ”

"No problem." The gentle female voice said, "You can call me Susie." ”

"Hello, Ms. Susie." For some reason, when Lumian faced this psychologist, his mood became quite calm, and he did not have the habit of liking to comment in his heart.

In the next second, he inexplicably felt a little familiar unease.

"What's wrong?" Susie in the booth behind him asked softly.

Lumien thought for two seconds and didn't hide his feelings: "I'm a little uneasy, a strange and familiar experience.

"Well, I think I had a similar feeling when I met an intelligence dealer yesterday."

"I'm sorry, I've been used to reading your thoughts, and that's probably the source of your uneasiness.

"Your body is sealed with a very high level of pollution, and you are in a very balanced state, and the slightest disturbance will cause you to react to a certain amount, that is, you are quite sensitive to the influence of hidden and invisible, better than the extraordinary of the same sequence or even higher."

"That's right......" Lumian didn't get angry.

In his opinion, if psychologists don't read their own thoughts, then how can they be treated, and it all depends on words?

He then frowned: "Anthony. Rhett was reading my mind at the time? I'm talking about the intelligence monger. “

"I know." Susie expressed understanding, "Anthony. Where did Rhett come from and what did he do before he became an intelligence monger? ”

Susie was silent for a while before she said, "If he is really from the west coast of the sea, he may indeed be an extraordinary person in the 'audience' way. ”

"Audience" approach...... Lumian had read about this divine path in Auroel's wizarding notes, but Oroel only knew that its corresponding sequence 9 was called "audience", and that he had a very strong ability to observe and decipher the true thoughts contained in various subtle expressions and body language.

It turns out that a certain sequence of "audience" is "psychologist...... As soon as Lumian flashed such a thought, he heard Susie correct: "It's a 'psychiatrist'." ”

"It sounds more reassuring." Lumien smiled, "How many sequences will Anthony Ryder have?" ”

After knowing the other party's pathway, he thought Anthony. Red should have recognized himself at the time, aware of his inner nervousness, worry, and thoughts of trying to deter.

"According to your description, he has at least Sequence 8." Susie gave her own judgment.

Lumian laughed: "It would be fun if he was really a 'psychiatrist', he didn't even cure his battlefield traumatic sequelae." “

"It's normal," the psychiatrist is really going to suffer a serious psychological trauma, and it is difficult to get out on his own, which often requires the help of another 'psychiatrist', and the treatment of the 'psychiatrist' is much more dangerous than normal, and once there is negligence, it is easy to be infected with the kind of mental illness he suffers from. Susie explained briefly.

As the topic diverged, as the other party put on a gesture like small talk, Lumian's heart gradually calmed down, and there was no longer any uneasiness and nervousness.

He volunteered, "Shall we start the treatment?" ”

"Chatting is also part of the treatment." Susie's gentle voice brought a slight smile.

Seeing that the first stage of treatment was pure chatting, Lumien became more relaxed.

"I already knew it was a dream, but I had a lot of details that I couldn't understand.

"Since it is my dream, how can I know the various abilities of the three official investigators, and why do I know so well what unique abilities each of the parish priests and shepherds possess?"

Susie said softly: "The three official investigators were forcibly pulled into your dream, which is equivalent to letting your subconscious close to your subconscious, presenting a semi-open state.

"They actively participate in the dream and show all kinds of information they know, and even if they think about it in their minds, your subconscious can sense it."

In other words, with the addition of Ryan, Leah, and Valentine, some parts of the dream came about as a result of "interaction"? The call back they received was created by my subconscious and their subconscious, so it was completely in line with the rules of ciphertext? Lumian listened as he pondered the questions he hadn't figured out before.

Susie's voice continued without changing, "Why do you know about the abilities of the cultists of the evil gods, you should already have a certain guess, right?" Just don't want to face it? ”

Hearing this, Lumian's eyelids jumped involuntarily.

"According to the information given to me by Madame 'Magician', Guillaume. Benet and Pierre. Most of Berry's abilities come from the 'Covenantee', the evil god sequence, so the abilities they possess cannot be predicted in advance, depending on which creature they have signed a contract with. Susie helped with the analysis, and said in a gentle voice, "In other words, we can rule out the possibility that your subconscious mind can obtain corresponding knowledge from the pollution of the seal, and there is no knowledge base."

In this case, you can't imagine those abilities out of thin air, they are not fictional. ”

The lady's tone suddenly became a little more serious: "Obviously, you met Guillaume at some point before the destruction of the village of Cordu. Bennet, Pierre. Berry and the others use their abilities, and you don't get hurt from it, leaving a shadow that would otherwise be presented in the dream. "From that dream analysis, what really left a shadow on you was the performance of Pualis's gang.

"How do you think you see those cultists working on their abilities?" Susie's words pierced the surface of Lumian's memory like sharp arrows, shaking the strong barrier to a certain extent.

Lumian's face contorted slightly.

In the pain that could not be concealed, he felt several images float in the depths of his memory: it was the third floor of the Executive's Castle, it was the walls covered with blue and white transparent faces, but it was no longer Lynn, Lea and Valentine who were fighting, but Guillaume Bennet, Pierre and Sybilberg!