Chapter 366 Learning Brings Progress Lumian still remembered that night after playing the King Cake game, he had several nightmares. Each time he dreamed of an old beige castle, the surface of the castle was stained with a lot of ancient blood, and the interior was filled with all kinds of bloody and crazy scenes. Seeing that he was silent for a moment, Gardner Martin smiled and added: "As long as you remember to let Puyver pick first in things like the King Cake game, there's nothing wrong with that." But I am no longer the same person I was a while ago. Can I really rely on the last option to avoid the problem when my right hand is eroded by the aura of the "Blood Emperor"? Lumian muttered silently and said: "Yes, 'sir'." He asked instead: "Where is Red Swan Castle?" He planned to go and investigate on the spot if he had the chance, at least to find out where the nearest and largest church was. "The Erato area, close to the summer palace built by Emperor Roselle and the Silonne Forest." Gardner Martin answered simply. The Erato district is numbered 17. In Roselle's time, it was still a suburb and a summer resort for princes and nobles. Now it is included in the city walls and is one of the largest districts in Trier. Because it is the garrison of many armies, it is also called the military camp district. It is located in the northwest, with a national park, the Silogne Forest, a conference center and a large number of arsenals, as well as the Convent of the Sacred Heart, the largest monastery of the Church of the Eternal Sun in Trier. Lumian recalled the map of Trier he had seen and nodded slightly: “It’s near the square area.” Emperor Roselle's summer palace is not in the Erato area, but in the Plaza area, between the Silogne Forest and the Eastlogne Forest.

Gardner Martin glanced at Lumian's left hand: "Why are you hurt?" Lumian smiled calmly and said: "I recently explored the depths of the catacombs with a friend I met at an occult gathering and got a few injuries." He felt that given the Iron Cross's attention to the underground world, they might have spies around the tomb, so it would be better to put the lie somewhere else, for example, the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society was also a mysticism gathering. Gardner Martin nodded as if satisfied: "Don't do this kind of unnecessary exploration and adventure in the future. It can neither bring you the mystical knowledge you want, nor allow you to harvest high-value items. It is only danger, danger, and danger." Is that so? Is the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" considered a high-value item? Lumian muttered to himself and agreed sincerely: "Yes, 'sir'." If it weren't for Ms. Justice's commission, he would have never thought of going to the fourth level of the catacombs. There is even less now, so maybe we will come across another tomb of Amon! After saying goodbye to Gardner Martin, Lumian took a public carriage back to Market Avenue. He leaned against the wall of the compartment, various thoughts running through his mind. He was both relaxing his thoughts aimlessly and looking for problems that might have been overlooked. As the horses pedaled and the wheels rolled forward, Lumian suddenly thought of a possibility: "After the 'Rose School' suffered another loss at the hands of Gardner Martin, will they calm down and look for other people involved in the 'Shadow Tree' incident? "The Blessed Society only lost two core members, Charlotte Calvino and the high priestess Susanna Matisse. Others are still there, such as Maip Maier, the former manager of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater, and those 'actors' who played the leading roles in the Old Pigeon Cage and eventually left... "I don't know if Susanna Mathis has disclosed the details of the 'Shadow Tree' to those members. If she has, they will know that the real target of the high priest is me, Charles Dubois, or Lumian Li... "If that happens, the Rose School and the Bliss Society will adjust their targets and start targeting me, which will be troublesome... "It's so annoying. I really want to kill everyone from the Rose School and the Bliss Society..." At last, influenced by the various negative effects on his body, Lumian cursed in his heart, and then controlled himself. If those "actors" had not been so good at disguise and hiding so deeply, he would really consider killing all members of the "Society of Bliss" to eliminate the hidden dangers. He felt that the "torture" gloves should have a miraculous effect on these people whose desires were so strong that they were abnormal. "Where should I find them?" Lumian fell into deep thought. Just then, the public carriage arrived at the halfway station and a man got on. The man was a little boy of about seven or eight years old. He was wearing a white shirt, a children's version of a black suit and shorts of the same color, white socks and black shoes. He had short blond hair, firm brown eyes, and a noticeable baby fat on his face.

Hey, isn't this Baron Brinell's godson Ludwig? Lumian's mood suddenly improved and he laughed. Almost at the same time, Ludwig also saw him. A trace of panic flashed in the little boy's resolute brown eyes, and he turned around and got off the carriage again. He was still carrying the dark red hard schoolbag that looked heavy. Running away from home again? Lumian smiled and stood up, getting off the public carriage early. Near the bus stop, the little boy had disappeared. They're running pretty fast... Lumian identified the footprints nearby and calmly chose a direction. It is almost impossible to escape from a "hunter"'s tracking if there is no time to deal with the traces! After following him for two streets, Lumian turned into a secluded alley and walked to a half-man-high broken barricade. He laughed and said: "Come out." Ludwig poked his young face out from behind the barricade and said nervously and angrily: "Don't come here, you liar! "If you come over here again, I'll eat you!" Lumian raised his right hand, touched his chin and said: "Why did you run away from home again?" Ludwig replied angrily: "It's not the damn homework!" “Wow, you can swear now. That’s a lot of progress compared to last time.” Lumian teased with a smile. Last time, even if he hadn't seen his inhuman appetite and eating habits, he would have thought that the other person was abnormal. But now, he was more like a real child. Thinking of this, Lumian directly stated the conclusion: “This proves that learning is still useful.” Ludwig was stunned for a moment and forgot to refute. Lumian looked him over and said sincerely: "You were born with a low IQ, and are considered quite stupid. If you don't study and do homework every day, take exams every once in a while, and slowly improve your thinking ability, I can guarantee that as soon as you go out, you will be deceived by people like me, and you won't even know how you failed." Ludwig muttered to himself in a daze: "Have I really made progress? Studying, doing homework, and taking exams really do help..." You're not born stupid, you're just out of your mind, right? You believe it right now? If you were thrown in front of the "Different" dance hall, I can't imagine what would happen to you... Lumian muttered to himself, but his smile remained unchanged: "Yes, if you feel the burden is too heavy, you can talk to Brinell and reduce the amount of homework. There is no need to run away from home. Once you give up studying, you will become more and more stupid." At this moment, Lumian had only one thought: It is better to keep this kind of human or humanoid creature that is obviously abnormal and lacks brains under the supervision of the Orthodox Church. However, isn't it that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is too arrogant to think that Baron Brinell can control such a guy who eats everything he sees? He's escaped twice! If you hadn't met me every time, you would have gotten into trouble a long time ago! Ludwig was silent for a few seconds and said: "Will you help me negotiate?" "No problem." Lumian agreed without hesitation.

In this regard, he is definitely very experienced and always takes advantage of every opportunity to bargain with his sister. "Then I'll believe you again." After Ludwig hesitated for a moment, he made up his mind firmly on his face. He then climbed out of the broken barricade. Don't say that. If you say that, it will make me want to lie to you again... Lumian muttered and led Ludwig to the nearest public carriage stop. On the way, he glanced at the little boy's dirty clothes and said: "Do you have any change of clothes?" "No." Ludwig shook his head. Running away from home without any spare clothes? Lumian asked with a smile: "So what's in your schoolbag, food?" Ludwig shook his head again, very honestly. It’s not food, nor is it clothes… Lumian looked at the dark red hard bag in confusion: "It can't be books and papers, right?" “Not really…” Ludwig suddenly shut his mouth. What could that be? Lumian narrowed his eyes slightly. At this time, Ludwig asked innocently: "Is there anything to eat?" "No, wait until we get back to Market Avenue to eat." Lumian said mercilessly. Are you kidding? With your appetite, how could I use my own money to treat you to a meal? Ludwig sighed in disappointment and sucked on his fingers, as if he wanted to take a bite. Fortunately, this place was not far from the market avenue, and after one more stop, they arrived at their destination. Lumian saw Baron Brinell at the door of the lending company, and the "gentleman" breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ludwig. “This won’t work.” Lumian said before the other party could speak, “Do you think I can run into him every time? Reduce his homework load by half.” Baron Brinell weighed in briefly: "it is good." Ludwig interjected quietly: "Add a dessert." Seeing that the relationship between the godfather and the godson had returned to normal, Lumian waved goodbye and wondered: "What on earth did the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' Church want to do by sending such an abnormal child to Trier?" ………… In the hilly area, in the town of Shen Gu, in front of a gray and white old two-story house. Valentine and Imre, who received the brass key from Celia Bello, stood behind Deacon Angoulême with serious expressions. According to the feedback from a certain sealed object, the brass key left behind by the mysterious client of the janitor's disappearance case points to this building.

PS: I recommend a book, "Dreaming of Space", a space science fiction, [The other side is far away, but humans will eventually reach it. ] (End of this chapter)