Chapter 508 Leaving All those who should be arrested in the market area have been arrested, and those who have not been arrested have been put on wanted list. Angoulême has a rare moment of free time, and he focuses on selecting members for the team directly under the Trier Diocese. It was impossible for him to pick all the inquisitions from the market area. After getting the personnel information from St. Vieve Church, he visited the inquisitions in the observatory area, prison area and other places in a leisurely manner, and had a detailed chat with the target "Purifier". Then he finished work on time, returned to his rented apartment in the Memorial Hall area, and fell asleep. After sleeping until the early morning, Angouleme was awakened by the rumbling of his stomach. He ate a loaf of white bread with some stored dried meat, butter and red wine. Glancing at the coffee table with unwashed dishes on it, he sat down in front of the miniature analytical machine with satisfaction and turned on the radio transceiver. At this point in time, their Telegram group is the most active. After sending a telegram announcing his presence, Angouleme pulled a pillow behind him and leaned comfortably against the wall. Not long after, with the sound of "da da da", the analytical engine-driven typewriter made up of a large number of parts "spit out" a telegram. When Angouleme saw that the telegram was signed "Hidden Blade", his forehead twitched suddenly. He picked up the telegram and quickly read its contents: "'007' You are finally here, I have something to tell you! "I have received new intelligence. The 'Man in the Mirror' mentioned earlier has been sneaking into Trier in a planned manner over the past decade or so to replace the original owner. Now, I don't know how many citizens of Trier are actually 'Man in the Mirror'. What they ultimately want to do and what they want to achieve, no one knows for now, but it's probably not a good thing.

"I am tracking down these 'people in the mirror' and will give you new clues at any time. You should also pay attention to this matter in advance." After reading it, Angouleme took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. ………… the next morning. Lumian was sitting in a four-wheeled, four-seat rental carriage. Next to him was Ludwig, a little boy wearing a caramel-colored coat and carrying a red hard backpack. Opposite him was Lugano Toscano, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who looked like a positive character. He looked out the window, looking at the market avenue which was no different from usual: The street vendors, the public carriages and cabs coming and going, the large number of strangers coming from the Suchit steam train station, the waiters soliciting customers, the cafes that served as beer houses, cheap restaurants, chess and card rooms, the clerks and workers who were in a hurry, were all essentially the same as what Lumian remembered. But in the subtle details, many things have changed. The "rat" Christo escaped, the "giant" Simon was caught, and Baron Brinell is missing. He has not even commissioned an intelligence dealer to find his lost godson. The once prosperous Sava Party is completely destroyed, and the originally stable market area will begin a new round of gang feuds. The dark brown horse-drawn carriage with a yellow number slowly drove out of this bustling, noisy and chaotic place. Seeing Lumian withdraw his gaze, Lugano asked flatteringly: "Should we take a ship to Feynaport, or should we get a fake identity and take a steam train south to visit Leiston Province first?" He had wanted to mention the village of Cordu, but felt that would irritate Lumian, so he replaced it with a larger concept, the province of Reston, their shared hometown. "It depends on fate." Lumian smiled. He took out three pieces of notepaper and wrote down different options with the black absorbent pen he carried with him: "Take a boat", "Take a steam train", "Go straight over". Then he crumpled up the three notes and changed their original positions in a dazzling manner. "You come and draw, and see what fate has in store." Lumian smiled and stretched out his right hand in front of Lugano. This is too casual, isn't it? A way to choose to go to Feynaport Kingdom by drawing lots? Lugano was stunned for a moment, and at the same time he felt a huge sense of absurdity, he obediently picked up a ball of paper.

Anyway, the advance payment of 5000 Felkin has been received! Lugano unfolded it and saw the words "Take a boat" written on it. Lumian nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, then let's take the steam train." "..." Lugano instinctively looked at the 6 Ferkin wanted criminal opposite him, not knowing whether he was using him to eliminate the wrong option or was simply playing a prank. He smiled again and said: "Then shall we turn back to Suchit Steam Train Station?" "No, go to the Northern Train Station." Lumian turned his head to look at the little boy Ludwig who was eating and refusing to interrupt. Northern Railway Station? Lugano was increasingly confused as to what his employer was trying to do. There are two main steam train stations in Trier, one is Suchit, 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. If you want to go to the Kingdom of Feynaport and the Province of Leiston, you must go to the Suchit Steam Train Station. How can you go north? Since the employer had made the decision, Lugano could not question it and could only order the driver to change the destination. Near noon, the hired carriage arrived at Trier North Railway Station. I have to disguise myself and find a broker to get a fake identity to buy the ticket... Lugano directed the driver to stop at a more remote place, while half turning his body and looking at Lumian, ready to make a suggestion. What caught his eyes was an extremely unfamiliar face: The flaxen short hair, brown eyes, and other unremarkable facial features together create a face that looks like a passerby. If it weren't for the silver-white ear clip on his right ear and the unchanged clothes on his body, Lugano would have thought that he and his companions had encountered a surprise attack by official Beyonders and that his employer had been quietly eliminated. "Buy a ticket to Porto Gatti in Upper Maritime Province." Lumian ordered calmly. Upper Coast Province, Porto Gatti…Lugano suddenly understood. The employer did want to take a ship to the Kingdom of Feynaport, but not from the port of Leuser in the Province of Pass, which is closest to Trier, but to the Province of Upper Maritime, which is also close to the Misty Sea but further north. For normal people, this is a waste of time and money, but for a wanted fugitive with enemies, going against common sense may help him avoid potential danger. ………… Inside the business car of the steam train, which is divided into six small compartments. Lumian glanced at the half-open carved wooden door, the table covered with a multi-colored tablecloth inlaid with gold thread, the large and comfortable sofa that could be used as a bed, and the thin wooden wall with oil paintings, and nodded with satisfaction. Such a box costs 400 Felgin and can only accommodate up to 4 people. This steam train runs for 12 hours and stops for 8 hours at night, for a total journey of 20 hours. Third-class seats cost 30 filgins, second-class seats cost 45 filgins, and first-class seats cost 60 filgins. The small compartments in the business area cost 100 filgins per person and are not sold individually. The reason is to ensure the privacy of business guests, so that only they and their companions are in the compartment. This is great for a wanted fugitive. Lumian, who has the "Lie" ear clip and the "Face of Nisse", did not choose the business car for this reason, nor did he have the idea of ​​enjoying it. The only reason he chose this place was: Business class will provide two meals free of charge, namely dinner today and breakfast tomorrow. This would save Lumian a lot of trouble. Hey, kids always need something hot. Just hope his appetite doesn't scare the flight attendants...

After raising Ludwig for more than two days, Lumian found that if he didn't have a "traveler's bag" that could carry a lot of dry food and desserts, he would not be able to take the little boy on a long journey - he needed to eat every once in a while, every once in a while! Lumian sat down amid the sound of the whistle, listening to the clanging sounds and watching the scenery on both sides recede from slow to fast. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the huge train, spewing white mist, drove out of the "doorway" carved out of the high wall and left the metropolis behind. A bustling and bustling metropolis full of desires, happiness and pain. Lumian half-closed his eyes and heard someone in the box in front of him sighing in a tone like reciting poetry: "Goodbye, Trier!" At eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, the steam train stopped at the scheduled stop, Duddle Station. This is located in the suburbs of Dadel, in the Fos region of Haut-Maritime. There were already twenty or thirty men and women waiting on the platform, running to different carriages. None of them were carrying luggage, and their faces were full of eagerness. Knock, 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 opened the window with interest and asked with a smile: "Is there a problem?" "Sir, would you like a drink? Would you like a warm and comfortable bed instead of a sofa?" the middle-aged man asked in Intis with a heavy accent. "A hotel bar of its own?" Lumian suddenly realized. These appear to be nearby businesses that came to the platform to solicit customers. "Yes, yes, we have a lot of beautiful little frogs in our bar." The middle-aged man winked and said in a very ambiguous tone. "Little frog?" Lugano, who was sitting opposite Lumian, asked in confusion. The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said: "This is our Upper Coast slang, and it means the same thing as your little pussycats in Trier." In Trier, "kitten" often has a dual meaning of "female reproductive organ" and "prostitute". I see... Lumian had guessed this a long time ago, but he wasn't completely sure before. Ludwig, who was sitting next to Lugano, asked expectantly: "something delicious?" Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, Lumian laughed and teased Ludwig: "I thought you were going to ask if the meat was tender, chewy, and delicious." Ludwig didn't react at first, then he suddenly remembered something and started to curse: "abnormal!" Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly began to introduce the special food. Just then, the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the town outside the station. One dog barked, and many dogs barked, and the quiet of the night was suddenly broken. The middle-aged man who was soliciting customers had a changed expression, revealing an unspeakable fear. (End of this chapter)