Chapter 314 Strange Boy Renburg? Baron Brinell's illegitimate son or godson lived in Renburg? Lumian was puzzled, and many sarcastic guesses flashed through his mind: The gang leader Baron Brinell attached great importance to education and sent his most beloved child to the kingdom of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" early on... Lumian looked at the little boy and asked casually: "At your age, shouldn't you continue to study in Renburg? Overall, the education there is much better than in Trier." The little boy's expression suddenly became unusually vivid: "I don't want it. I don't want to go to school every day, do homework until late every day, and take exams every month!" It sounds a bit scary... Lumian imagined that kind of life. At least he couldn't accept it. After nodding in agreement, Lumian asked casually: “Is a live mouse delicious?” The little boy regained his composure. "It's not delicious, but I have no right to be picky when I'm hungry, and I don't want to wait until noon to sneak into the kitchen to eat. The real enjoyment is always food cooked by an excellent chef, and it's best if it doesn't make me feel hungry..." After explaining it a few sentences, he seemed to feel that he had acted a little too mature, and quickly changed his words: "Who told your kitchen to wait until almost noon to prepare food!"

The point is not this, okay... When I was wandering, I never thought of eating rats. Of course, the main reason is that I can't catch them. If I really catch them, I'll at least find a way to make a fire, skin them and roast them... This guy can catch rats with his bare hands, so his strength or luck is not bad... It's only about an hour before noon, and he can't help it? The more Lumian looked at this little boy, the more suspicious he felt. He asked with a smile: "Didn't Brinell feed you enough? Do you want me to help you go to the police headquarters and file a complaint against him for child abuse?" "Except for urging me to do my homework, he is very nice. He lets me have a meal every two hours and also prepares extra cakes, biscuits, barbecue and pies so that I have something to eat when I am hungry in the middle of the night." At this point, the little boy licked his lips subconsciously. Are you a pig? Lumian didn't eat this much during his puberty. Moreover, this guy doesn't look fat, just strong. The next second, the little boy's eyes changed slightly, and he spoke quickly: "Maybe studying consumes too much of my energy, so I have to eat so many meals to keep my brain active." Isn't there a saying in Lunburg's education that "explaining is covering up"? You made such a special explanation, and I think there is something wrong with your appetite... Eating so much hasn't improved your brain... Where did the nutrition go? Lumian smiled and said: "If Brinell didn't starve you on purpose, why did you eat raw rats and steak?" The little boy replied with some annoyance: "I escaped today without having breakfast or mid-morning tea!" Are you so hungry that you want to eat rats? If you starve for half a day or a day, will you even want to eat people on the street? Lumian took out an iron-gray military wine bottle from the inside of his clothes with his right hand. He also stretched out his left hand from his trouser pocket, helped unscrew the lid of the wine bottle, and then put it back in. Lumian lifted the iron-gray metal wine jug, took a deep sniff, and asked with a smile: "Would you like a bite?" Gulp! The little boy's throat moved and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He answered with great difficulty: "I'm not an adult yet, I'm just a kid!" I've had some wine before, and I liked it... Lumian made a judgment and took a sip of the liquor. Without letting the military wine flask leave his mouth, he asked vaguely:

"Which god do you believe in?" "Why are you asking this?" the little boy asked back warily. Seeing that he didn't behave excessively, Lumian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took another sip of the liquor, making a gurgling sound. He let the military wine flask leave his mouth and laughed in a clear voice: "As a devout believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery', I must verify the beliefs of those of unknown origin. "Steam on top!" This time, Lumian's words no longer had the slurred feeling of speaking with alcohol in his mouth. The little boy shook his head subconsciously: "It's useless. Do I really believe in the god I say I believe in?" "The less devout believers of the Orthodox Church can indeed claim at will which god they believe in, but these people are harmless. What I am on guard against are the believers of the evil god. They are fanatical and irrational. They will not pretend to have faith in order to deceive others. I think that is a sign of lack of piety and an act of blasphemy." Lumian observed the little boy's reaction. The little boy instinctively retorted: "That's not the case. In order to complete their sacred mission, some followers of evil gods will actively disguise themselves as followers of righteous gods. They can pray, listen to scriptures, participate in mass, and chant the names of other gods without any psychological barriers. As long as they confess to their own Lord afterwards, there will be no problem..." At this point, the little boy suddenly paused, and he and Lumian looked at each other, their eyes met, and there was silence for a long time. After a long while, he took a bite of raw steak and took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am a believer in the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. The devout believers in our church have a habit of pointing out the mistakes in each other's words, just like what I did just now. Yes, just like what I did just now!" Lumian looked at this guy deeply for a few seconds and said: "What are the common prayers used by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?" The little boy said reflexively: "I have already said that the followers of the evil god can recite the names of the righteous gods and use those prayers with repentance. You cannot tell what others truly believe in this way, unless you are a member of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church and have made a notarization in advance that you cannot lie..." With that, the little boy fell silent again, staring blankly at Lumian staring at him. After a few seconds, he stretched out his right hand that 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... Judging from his IQ, he is really just a child... Lumian almost couldn’t control his expression just now. He took a deep breath and let the little air flow roll in his mouth to relax his facial muscles. "Indeed." He agreed with the little boy's words with a smile in his voice, and then imitated him, touching his head with the bottom of the iron-gray military wine flask, and said meaningfully, "May wisdom be with you!" Without waiting for the little boy to respond, Lumian said in a bewitching tone: "Would you like to go to the cafe on the second floor and I'll treat you to a full meal? The chef here is pretty good." The little boy swallowed his saliva again: "You won't betray me?" "You can always follow me, so I won't have a chance to betray you." Lumian began to test whether the other party's IQ level was consistent with his apparent age under the temptation of delicious food, or whether it would be lower. "Also, we only prohibit the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom from preaching and building churches in Intis, but we do not prohibit the believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom from entering. Trier has the Renburg Chamber of Commerce." The little boy thought for a second and said: "it is good." Lumian glanced at him, pulled out his left hand, closed the lid of the wine flask, and stuffed the iron-gray container back into the inside of his brown jacket. Then he pressed his head again:

"May wisdom be with you!" After saying that, Lumian turned around and walked up the stairs. The little boy followed him and politely closed the dark brown door of the cellar. Seeing Lumian turning around and looking at him, he explained seriously: "If it's not closed, the food inside will easily spoil." “Yeah.” Lumian looked away and continued up the stairs. The little boy followed him closely, watching his every move, always on guard against him contacting people around him and selling out his information. Lumian took him through the kitchen to the cafe on the second floor and ordered a set meal. Soon, fried veal steak, grilled eel, grilled lamb leg, chicken pie, red wine cream and other foods were served one after another. Lumian sat there, watching the little boy devour the food as if his stomach had no limit to its capacity. He even made a few comments from time to time: “The veal steak was nicely seared, but the meat itself wasn’t that great… "The sweet sauce eliminates the fishy smell of the eel, but the problem is that it is quite greasy... "The lamb leg was roasted to perfection, browned on the outside and tender on the inside. The spice selection was not perfect, too much cumin... "..." Just eat, why are you talking so much... Lumian quietly watched the little boy eat a table full of dinner with a satisfied look on his face. A quarter of an hour later, Baron Brinell, wearing a half-high silk hat and a diamond ring, appeared at the entrance to the second floor. The little boy turned around in shock, took a look, and then looked back at Lumian. Lumian smiled slightly and said: "You don't think I'm the only one here who knows you, do you?" The little boy was stunned and fell silent. Baron Brinell walked up to Lumian and said with undisguised relief: "Thank you, Ciel." “I just happened to catch him eating in the cellar,” Lumian responded in a friendly manner. Baron Brinell glanced at him, then turned his head to the little boy and said: "Ludwig, let's go back." The little boy Ludwig didn't say anything. He quickly finished the little remaining food and stood up. "Charles, I'll come see you later." Baron Brinell nodded to Lumian. Lumian sat on the chair opposite him, watching Baron Brinell holding Ludwig's hand and preparing to leave the café, so he smiled and said: "Remember to pay for the meal." Baron Brinell was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to waver in his original judgment. Without saying anything more, he took out his wallet filled with a lot of money and paid for Ludwig's meal.

After silently watching the adult and the child disappear at the stairs, Lumian leaned back in his chair and spoke to himself in a low voice: "Thermipolos, where exactly is the opportunity you are talking about?" (End of this chapter)