With all the things that should be caught in the market area and those who weren't caught wanted, Angoulême had a rare time to spare, focusing on the selection of members of the squad directly under the parish of Trier.

It was impossible for him to pick all of them from the inquisition in the market area, and after receiving the personnel information from the Sainte-Viève church, he visited the inquisition in the observatory area, the prison area and other places in a state of leisure, and chatted in detail with the target "purifier".

Then, he finished his work on time, returned to his rented apartment in the parish, and fell asleep

Sleeping until the wee hours of the morning, Angoulême was woken up by the grunt of his stomach and nibbled on a loaf of white bread with his stockpiled jerky, butter and red wine.

Glancing at the coffee table with the unwashed dishes, he sat down contentedly in front of the miniature analyser and turned on the radio transceiver.

At this point in time, their telegram group was at its most active.

After taking a telegram announcing his existence, Angoolem pulled a pillow behind him, leaning comfortably against the wall.

Not long after, with the sound of a click, the typewriter driven by a large number of parts "spit" out a telegram.

Seeing that the telegram was signed "Hidden Blade", Angoulême's forehead jumped abruptly.

He pulled up the telegram and skimmed it quickly: "007 'You're finally here, you have something to tell you!'"

"I have received new information, the kind of 'man in the mirror' mentioned earlier has been systematically infiltrating Trier in the past ten years to replace the original owner, and now I don't know how many citizens of Trier are actually 'people in the mirror', and what they want to do in the end, what they want to achieve, no one knows for the time being, but it shouldn't be a good thing.

"I'm tracking down these 'people in the mirror', and I'll give you new clues at any time, and you're paying attention to this aspect in advance."

When Angoulême finished reading, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it

The next morning.

Lumian sat in a four-wheeled, four-seater taxi carriage with Ludwig, a young boy in a caramel-colored jacket and a hard red school bag, and Lugano, who looked like a positive character with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Toscano.

He looked out the window and looked at the market avenue that was no different from usual:

The street vendors, the public carriages and rental carriages that come and go, the large number of foreigners who come from the Susit steam train station, the waiters who solicit customers, the café that has the functions of a beer house, a cheap restaurant, a chess and card room, and the small clerks and workers who are in a hurry are all essentially different from what Lumien remembers.

But in the subtleties, many things have changed, Christo "The Mouse" has escaped, Simon "The Giant" has been captured, and Baron Brinell is nowhere to be found, without even entrusting the intelligence traffickers to find his lost godson.

The once-prosperous Savoyard Party has been completely wiped out, and a new round of gangster vendettas will begin in the originally stable market area.

Dark brown horse-drawn carriages with yellow numbers slowly drove out of this noisy and chaotic place.

Seeing that Lumien had withdrawn his gaze, Lugano asked flatteringly, "Shall we take a boat to Fenerport, or shall we take a false identity and take the steam train south and go back to Leston Province first?"

He had wanted to mention the village of Kordu, but felt that it was stimulating Lumien, so he replaced it with a larger concept, the province of Leston, where they shared.

"It depends on the arrangement of fate." Lumian smiled.

He took out three sticky notes and used the black absorbent pen he carried with him to write down different options: "Take a boat", "Take a steam train", "Go straight through".

He then crumpled the three sticky notes into a ball and dizzily changed their original positions.

"You come to smoke and see what fate has to offer." Lumian smiled and held his right hand in front of Lugano.

This is too random, right, choosing the way to go to the kingdom of Fenerport by drawing lots? Lugano was stunned for a moment, and while a great sense of absurdity emerged, he obediently picked up a ball of paper.

Anyway, the advance payment of 5000 filkin has been received!

Lugano unfolded it and saw that it read "By boat".

Lumian nodded, smiled and said, "Very good, then let's take the steam train."

"......" Lugano instinctively looked at the 60,000 Felkin wanted man opposite, wondering if he was using himself to rule out the wrong option or if he was just playing a prank.

He smiled again and said, "Then let's go back to the Susit steam train station?"

"No, go to the Northern Train Station." Lumian glanced sideways at Ludwig, the little boy who had been eating and eating and not interjecting.

Northern Train Station? Lugano was increasingly at a loss to guess what his employer was trying to do.

Trier has two main steam train stations, one is Suhit, located on the south bank of the Serenzo River, connecting the southern and central regions of Intis, and the other is the northern train station, located north of the Serenzo River, responsible for connecting the northern provinces.

Now that the employer had made a decision, Lugano could not question it, so he could only tell the driver to change the destination.

Near noon, the horse-drawn carriage arrived at the train station in Trier Nord.

I have to be a disguise to find a broker to buy a ticket with a fake identity...... Lugano turned his body halfway to Lumien as he directed the coachman to a more remote stop, ready to make a suggestion.

What caught his eye was an unusually unfamiliar face: short flaxen hair, brown eyes, and the rest of the facial features without any memory points, which together constructed a face that resembled that of a passerby.

If it weren't for the silver-white ear clip on his right ear and the clothes on his body, Lugano would have thought that he and the others had been raided by the official extraordinary, and the employer had been quietly resolved.

"Buy a ticket to the port of Gatti, Hauts-Maritime." Lumian commanded calmly.

Hauts-Maritime, Port Gatti ....... Lugano Horan understood.

It is true that the employer is going to take a boat to the kingdom of Fenerport, but not from the port of Lessel, in the province of Pas, which is closest to Trier, but to the Hautes-Maritimes, which is also close to the Misty Sea but more north.

To a normal person, this is a waste of time and money, but for a wanted fugitive with an enemy, it may help him avoid potential dangers

Inside the steam train business car, which is divided into six small compartments.

Lumian nodded in satisfaction as he glanced at the hidden carved wooden doors, the table covered with gold-threaded multicolored tablecloths, the large and comfortable sofa that could be used as a bed, and the thin wooden walls hung with oil paintings.

Such a box costs 400 filkin and can only seat up to 4 people.

The steam train, which runs for 12 hours and stops for 8 hours at night, has a total journey of 20 hours, with 30 fergin for third class, 45 felkin for second class, and 60 filgin for first class, while the small boxes in the business area cost 100 fergin per person, and are not sold only for the reason of ensuring the privacy of business guests, so that only he and his companions are in the box.

That's great for a wanted fugitive.

With his "Lies" ear clips and "Nisser Face", Lumian didn't have to enjoy the Green Car for this order, and he didn't have to enjoy it, the only reason he liked it was that Green Car would provide two free meals, dinner today and breakfast tomorrow.

This saves Lumien a lot of things.

Hey, the kid has to eat hot.

I just hope his appetite doesn't scare the flight attendants

After raising Ludwig for more than two days, Lumien realized that if he hadn't had a "traveler's bag" that could have packed a lot of dry food and desserts, he wouldn't have been able to take the little boy out of the house - he would have to eat it every other moment, and he would have to eat it every other moment!

With the sound of the whistle, Lumian sat down, listened to the clanging sound, and watched the scenery on both sides retreat from slow to fast.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the huge, white mist-filled train left the metropolis behind it through a "doorway" carved out of the high wall.

A metropolis bustling and lively, flowing with desire, full of pleasure and pain.

Lumien half-closed his eyes and heard someone in the box in front of him sigh in a poetic tone: "Goodbye, Trier!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, the steam train stopped at its scheduled station, Dadel station.

This is located on the outskirts of the Forth region of Hauts-Maritime, in the town of Daddell.

There were already twenty or thirty men and women waiting on the platform, rushing to different carriages, all of them unloaded and full of eagerness.

Knock knock, a middle-aged man with thick black hair and a slightly hooked chin knocked on the glass window corresponding to Lumian's small box.

Lumian pushed open the window with interest and asked with a smile, "Is there something wrong?"

"Sir, would you like a drink? Want a warm and comfy bed instead of a sofa?" The middle-aged man asked in a heavily accented Indisian.

"A bar with your own hotel?" It dawned on Lumien.

These seem to be nearby businesses that come to the platform to pick up passengers.

"Yes, yes, we have a lot of pretty little frogs in the bar." The middle-aged man squeezed his eyebrows and said very ambiguously.

"Little frog?" Lugano, who was sitting across from Lumien, asked suspiciously.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "This is the slang we used for Upper Beach, and it means the same as your little kitten in Trier."

In Trier, the term "kitten" is often referred to as "female genitalia" and "prostitute".

Although Lumian had already guessed it, he was not completely sure before.

Ludwig, who was sitting next to Lugano, asked expectantly, "What's there to eat?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, Lumian smiled and teased Ludwig: "I thought you would ask if the meat is tender, is it chewy, and whether it is delicious."

Ludwig didn't react at first, and then he remembered something and scolded: "Perverted!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly opened his mouth to introduce the special food.

Just then, a dog's bark rang out in the town outside the site.

One dog barked, many dogs chirped, and the silence of the night was suddenly broken.

The expression of the middle-aged man who solicited customers changed, implying a bit of indescribable fear.