"How can you get lost?" Lumian asked, a little confused.

Baron Briniere is not only a gang leader, but also an extraordinary person, as long as he is not neglected, how can he let a child get lost?

Besides, who would dare to abduct his child in the market district?

Sakota shook his head:

"Didn't say specifically.

Could it be that the "Rose School" did it, trying to find out from Baron Brignel the real situation with the Savoyard party? Lumian combined with recent events and has some speculation that cannot be confirmed for the time being.

He thought for a moment and said, "Do you know what Briniere's bastard looks like?"

Sakota nodded: "When the baron's men came to look for someone, they brought portraits, portraits similar to photographs."

A portrait that is similar to a photograph...... Is this using ritual magic? Lumian remembered the contents of Aurel's sorcery notes.

He glanced out the window at the bright sunlight and said to Sakota, "You can bring some people to help Brignier."

Whether that child is controlled by the people of the "Rose School" or really lost, if he can't find it for a long time, the end will definitely be miserable.

At his age, even if nothing else happened and he became a vagabond, he wouldn't live long.

"Okay." Sakota didn't ask the leader why he had sent someone to help Baron Brienier.

Anyway, it's not yet noon, and the Breeze Ballroom has just opened, and after three or four o'clock when there is really business, everything else is free except for the cleaning and the people who are busy in the kitchen.

Lumian asked for a glass of sugar and wine with ice and water, and stood on the balcony of the café with it, watching several gangsters walk along Market Avenue and ask about the homeless.

After a while, Christo the "Mouse" appeared, a diminutive smuggler with seven or eight dogs of different coat colors and breeds, who came out of an alley very conspicuously and entered diagonally opposite the alley.

Not long after, he approached the Breeze Ballroom.

Seeing this, Lumian drank the rest of the sugar and wine, put the cup on the fence, and jumped directly from the second floor to the side of the street.

Christo, who had two whiskers, leaned over very consciously and said with a flattering smile: "Good morning, Charles."

"You're helping Brinnel find his bastard?" Lumian asked bluntly.

Christo nodded slightly: "Yes, he came to ask me for help, and it just so happens that these little guys are very good at finding people."

The "rat" said as he petted the dogs' heads.

Sometimes they come together, sometimes they disperse, looking for a specific scent.

Baron Briniere really liked that bastard...... Lumian thoughtfully reminded Christo, the Mouse:

"There may be something abnormal in this matter, you should pay attention, don't let people not find it, and lose it."

The "Rose School" taking the little boy is always one of the possibilities.

Christo was startled and pondered carefully:

"It's a bit of a problem, in the past few years, we haven't heard of Brinnel having such an illegitimate child, and besides, Brinnel attaches so much importance to it, how can he let him get lost?"

An illegitimate child out of nowhere? Lumian instantly felt that this might be more complicated than he had expected.

After a few words to himself, Christo said gratefully, "Charles, you do have more brains than I do."

"Don't you have a potion that can improve your mind?" Lumian asked, half teasingly, half curious.

Christo let a few big dogs rub his trouser legs, and said with a sneer:

"Yes, there is, but it's all temporary, and the effect is average, it's far from the potion level, damn, there will be problems if you drink it frequently."

Lumian turned to ask, "Do you have real mummy ashes?"

Christo suddenly showed an ambiguous expression:

"How much do you want? I can give you the best, Jana's 'little bitch' often messes around with Franca, it's not so easy to deal with, the other day, Franka came to ask me if I have real mummy ashes, tsk, the boss can't stand it. ”

Charles also has many dancers and mistresses, and no matter how young he is, he has to seek help from medicine.

"I mean real mummy ashes." Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin. “

"That's not the case." Christo shook his head, "That thing doesn't work, and I don't know who made the lie, but I do have potions that will satisfy all your lovers, made with other herbs, and claimed that the main ingredient is mummy ashes." ”

"Did Franka buy it?" Lumian asked with a smile.

"Bought it." Christo smiled very cooperatively, "It should be that the boss himself is embarrassed to come to me." ”

It's well disguised, and it didn't make the "rat" realize that what he really wanted was the mummy ashes that didn't have the "effect...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:

"What I need is real mummy ashes, which have their own occult role, and I am often in contact with merchants who sell pharmaceutical materials, so I can keep an eye on them."

"No problem." Christo suspected that Charles was looking for the sake of decency, and he didn't dare to admit that he was looking for the secret medicine, and had to use the occult as an excuse to find the mummy ashes, but he didn't debunk it, after all, it was just a small matter.

After witnessing Christo and his dogs continue to search for Baron Brinell's lost illegitimate son, Lumian turned and walked back to the ballroom.

Before he could get close to the bar, the majestic cascading voice of Themipolos rang out in his ears: "Go to the cellar."

Go to the cellar...... Lumian's first reaction was what the angel of fate wanted to play.

"Which cellar?" He asked tentatively.

"A cellar where you can store your ingredients." Themipolos replied.

So proactive, so proactive...... What exactly does He want to do? Lumian began to examine whether there was a hidden plan.

Themipolos continued: "It is a fateful encounter for you.

"Even if you don't go, it will come to you on its own initiative, and this is the fate that is destined to be staged."

I'm a little scared of what you say...... Themipolos shouldn't put me in direct danger right now...... What exactly will be in the cellar...... Lumian thought for a moment, and felt that it was close to noon, and the cellar where the ingredients were stored was usually not short of people, so theoretically there should be no anomalies and dangers.

After much deliberation, he planned to go to the door of the cellar to see and listen, and when he sensed that something was wrong, he wrote to the "magician" lady and asked if he would enter the cellar as Termipolos had said.

At the sound of the cook, cook, handyman, and dishwasher, Lumien walked through the kitchen and down the stairs to the cellar where the ingredients were stored.

The dark brown wooden door of the cellar was tightly closed, as usual.

Lumian tilted his ears and listened to the movement inside.

The less obvious sound of chewing reached his ears.

It's not an exaggeration, and it doesn't give rise to the terrible guess that a monster is devouring flesh, which is closer to a homeless man who has been hungry for a long time munching on food.

Is there really a problem...... Lumian cautiously pushed the cellar door open a little.

The light seeped through the staircase, revealing a figure.

It was a young boy of seven or eight years old, with his back to Lumian, short yellow hair, a caramel-colored jacket, white socks and black strapless leather shoes, and a dark red, heavy hard school bag behind him.

This kind of dress makes Lumian look very familiar.

He instantly remembered where he had seen it: Baron Brinell's bastard son!

Did he get lost and hide in the ingredient cellar of the Breeze Ballroom? Lumian had intended to take a slight look at the situation inside, so he quickly stitched the door shut, and left here to go to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to the "magician" lady, but when he found that the person in the cellar was suspected to be the lost bastard son of Baron Brienel, he frowned slightly and pushed the dark brown wooden door even wider.

More light shone in, and the little boy subconsciously turned his body and looked at the door.

Lumian saw the brass buttons on his clothes, the black-and-white checkered shirt and linen coat, the face with the obvious baby fat, the brown eyes that were not panicked but dazed, and the mouth that was dripping with blood.

The little boy held a few pieces of raw steak with dark red blood in his hands, his mouth opening and closing, chewing on a blurry mass of flesh that looked like a mouse, and his thin black tail was gently shaking at his lips.

Lumian narrowed his eyes and slipped his left hand into his trouser pocket.

The little boy didn't react else, stared blankly at Lumian, chewed a few more times, and swallowed the bloody mouse with its tail with a grunt.

Lumian raised an eyebrow and said, "You're Brinell's illegitimate son?"

"It's not." The little boy nibbled on a raw steak.

"And what's your relationship?" Lumian asked "calmly".

After eating a raw steak, the little boy said, "He is my godfather, my guardian in Trier."

Intijn is standard and doesn't have much accent...... Lumian looked at the little boy who didn't look like a normal person suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "Are you running away from home now?"

"Yes." The little boy nibbled on raw steak and his mouth was full of blood.

Behind him was a thick darkness, surrounded by a dim glow from the hallway.

"Why did you run away from your godfather? Do you need me to send you back?" Seeing that the other party could communicate more amicably, Lumian smiled and asked questions.

The little boy shook his head violently: "Don't!

"I don't want to go back to class, reading, doing homework, doing papers, and exams!"

This...... The other party's reason made Lumian inexplicably in a trance, and seemed to see his former self:

He has a smart mind, there is no problem in class, reading and exams, and he grasps knowledge quite quickly, but he does not like to write homework and make papers very much, and he reluctantly persevered by relying on Aurel's "love education", and he can't wait to catch friends such as Raymond and Ava to do it for him.

This child, who eats rats raw and doesn't look like a normal person, is the fate of Themipolos talking about? Lumian pondered and asked, "You don't seem to be from Intis?"

The little boy replied with a bloody mouth, "I am from Lenburg."