Remburg? Baron Briniere's illegitimate son or godson living in Lemburg? Lumian was puzzled, and many ridiculous speculations flashed through his mind:

The leader of the gang, Baron Briniere, attaches great importance to education, and sends his most cherished child to the realm of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" at an early age......

Lumian looked at the little boy and asked casually:

"At your age, shouldn't you continue to study in Lemburg? Overall, education there is much better than in Trier. ”

The little boy's expression suddenly became extremely vivid:

"I don't want to, I don't want to go to school every day, write homework late every day, and take exams every month!"

Sounds scary...... Lumien imagined that life.

At least he couldn't accept it.

After nodding his head thoughtfully, Lumian asked casually:

"Are live rats delicious?"

The boy returned to his composure:

"It's not delicious, but I'm not qualified to be a picky eater when I'm hungry, and I don't want to wait until noon to go to the kitchen to steal food, the real enjoyment is always the food cooked by a good chef, and it's best to bring a little bit of hunger that is not serious......"

After explaining two sentences, he seemed to feel that he was acting a little too mature, and quickly changed his words:

"Who told your kitchen to wait until it's almost noon to prepare food?"

The point is not whether this is good or not...... I didn't even think about eating rats alive when I was wandering, of course, the main thing is that I can't catch them, and if I really catch them, I have to find a way to make a fire, peel and roast them...... This guy can catch a mouse with his bare hands, and his strength or luck is not bad...... Now it's only an hour away from noon, so I can't help it? The more Lumian looked, the more suspicious he felt about the little boy.

He asked amusedly:

"Didn't Briniere feed you? Do you need me to help you go to the police station and accuse him of child abuse?"

"He's fine with everything but urging me to do my homework, giving me a meal every two hours, and extra cakes, biscuits, roasts and pies so I can eat in the middle of the night when I'm hungry."

At this point, the little boy subconsciously licked his lips.

Are you a pig? Lumian had never eaten so hard when he was growing up.

Moreover, this guy doesn't look fat either, it can only be said to be sturdy.

In the next second, the little boy's eyes changed slightly, and he said quite quickly:

"Maybe studying is too draining my energy, and I have to eat so many meals to keep my brain active."

Isn't there a phrase in education in Lemburg that "to explain is to disguise"? You explained so deliberately, I think you have a problem with your appetite...... Eating so much doesn't improve your brain...... Where does the nutrition go? Lumian smiled and said:

"If Brinell didn't mean to starve you, why did you eat rats and steak raw?"

The little boy replied with some chagrin:

"I escaped without breakfast today, and I didn't have morning tea!"

Is this so hungry that you eat rats raw? If you are hungry for half a day, a day, do you even want to eat people on the road? With his right hand, Lumien took out an iron-gray military flask from the inside of his clothing.

His left palm also came out of his trouser pocket, helped unscrew the lid of the flask, and then inserted it back in.

Lumian lifted the iron-gray metal flask, sniffed the fragrance deeply, and asked with a smile:

"Would you like a bite?"

Grunt! The little boy squirmed in his throat and swallowed his saliva.

He replied with great difficulty:

"I'm still underage, I'm just a child!"

Have drunk and enjoyed it...... Lumian judged and took a sip of the spirits.

Without letting the military flask leave his mouth, he asked slightly vaguely:

"Which god do you believe in?"

"Why do you ask this?" The little boy asked warily.

Seeing that he did not act aggressively, Lumian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took another sip of the spirits, and made a gurgling sound.

He let the military flask out of his mouth, and said with a clear smile:

"As a devout believer in the 'God of Steam and Machines', I must verify the beliefs of people of unknown origin.

"Steam is on top!"

This time, Lumian no longer had the vagueness of speaking with a glass of wine in his mouth.

The little boy subconsciously shook his head:

"It's useless, do I really believe in any god I believe in?

"It is true that the less devout believers of the Orthodox Church can claim to believe in any god at will, but these people are not harmful, and I am guarding against the believers of evil gods, who are fanatical and irrational, and will not falsely claim their faith in order to deceive others, thinking that it is a sign of not being pious enough, and it is a blasphemous act." Lumien observed the boy's reaction.

The little boy instinctively retorted:

"No, in order to fulfill the sacred task, some believers of evil gods will take the initiative to disguise themselves as believers of the righteous gods, and they can pray without psychological barriers, listen to the scriptures, participate in Mass, and recite the honorific names of other gods, as long as they confess to their Lord afterwards, there is no problem......"

Speaking of this, the little boy suddenly paused, and Lumien, you look at me, I look at you, and they looked at each other for a long time.

After a long while, he nibbled on the raw steak and took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am a believer in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', and the devout believers in our church have a habit of pointing out the mistakes in the other party's words, just like just now, yes, just like just now!"

Lumian looked at the guy deeply for a few seconds and said:

"What are some common prayers used in the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom?"

The little boy reflexively said:

"As I have just said, cultists of evil gods can recite the name of the righteous god with repentance and use those prayers, so you can't tell the true beliefs of others, unless you are from the Church of the 'Eternal Sun', and you have done a notarized ...... in advance that you can't lie."

As he spoke, the little boy fell silent again, staring blankly at Lumian staring at him.

After a few seconds, he stretched out his right hand, which was not holding the steak, pressed his head and said, "May wisdom be with you!"

Such a stupid guy shouldn't be a spy sent by some evil god...... In terms of IQ, he is really a child...... Lumian almost couldn't control his expression just now, and he inhaled secretly, letting the little airflow roll in his mouth to soothe his facial muscles.

"Indeed." He agreed with the little boy's words in a smiling voice, and then, following the other party's example, touched his head with the bottom of the iron-gray military wine jug, and said meaningfully, "May wisdom be with you!"

Without waiting for the little boy to respond, Lumian said in a demagogic tone:

"Do you want to go to the café on the second floor, where I treat you to a meal?" The chef here is not bad. ”

The little boy swallowed again: "You won't betray me, will you?"

"You can follow me all the time so I don't have a chance to betray you." Lumien began to test whether the other party's IQ level under the temptation of food was the same as the appearance of age, whether it would be lower, "Moreover, we only prohibit the church of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' from preaching and establishing a church in Intis, and we do not prohibit the believers of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' from entering the country, Trier has a Remburg Chamber of Commerce.

The little boy pondered for a second and said, "Okay."

Lumian glanced at him, pulled out his left palm, closed the lid of the flask, and tucked the iron-gray container back into the inside of his brown jacket.

Then he pressed his head again: "May wisdom be with you!"

With that, Lumian turned around and walked into the stairs.

The little boy followed him and politely closed the dark brown door of the cellar.

Seeing that Lumian turned his head and looked at him, he explained seriously:

"If you don't close it, the food inside can easily spoil."

"yes." Lumian withdrew his gaze and continued up the stairs.

The little boy followed him closely, watching his every move, always on the lookout for him to come into contact with the people around him and betray his information.

Lumian led him through the kitchen to the café on the second floor and asked for a set menu.

It didn't take long for fried veal steak, grilled eel, roast lamb shank, chicken pie, red wine cream and other foods to be served one after another.

Lumian sat there and watched as the little boy devoured the food in a gesture with no upper limit to the capacity of his stomach.

He even commented from time to time:

"The veal steak is well cooked, but the meat itself is not too good...

"The sweeter sauce eliminates the fishy smell of the eel itself, but the problem is that it is greasy......

"The leg of lamb was roasted just right, the outside was browned, the inside was tender, the choice of spices was not too perfect, and the cumin was too much.......

Eat and eat, why are there so many words...... Lumian watched quietly as the little boy ate a table of meals with a satisfied expression.

After another quarter of an hour, Baron Brignier, wearing a half-height silk top hat and diamond ring, appeared at the entrance to the second floor.

The little boy turned in amazement, glanced at him, and then looked back at Lumian.

Lumian smiled slightly, "You don't think I'm the only one here who knows you, do you?"

The little boy was stunned and fell silent.

Baron Brignier walked up to Lumian and said with undisguised relaxation, "Thank you, Charles."

"I just happened to catch him stealing food in the cellar." Lumien responded kindly.

Baron Brignel glanced at him, turned to the little boy and said, "Ludwig, let's go back."

The little boy Ludwig did not speak, quickly ate the little food that was left, and stood up.

"Charles, I'll come back to you later." Baron Brignier nodded to Lumian.

Lumian sat down in the chair opposite him, watched as Baron Brinell took Ludwig and was about to leave the café, so he smiled and said, "Remember to settle the meal."

Baron Brinnel was stunned for a moment, his eyes moving slightly, as if he had wavered from his original judgment.

Without further ado, he took out a wallet with a lot of money and paid for Ludwig's meal.

After watching in silence as one large and one small disappeared at the top of the stairs, Lumian leaned back in his chair, suppressed his voice, and said to himself, "Cermibolos, where are you talking about?"