Chapter 119 The Fashion City (Ask for a Monthly Pass in the Second Watch)
When he was "strolling" in the Honest Market area in the morning, Lumian noticed that the citizens of Trier were quite casual or bold in their clothing, which was reflected in the fact that some ladies had very short sleeves on their tops, exposed their forearms, or their shoulders were hollowed out, and their collarbones could be seen, and on the other hand, there were many fancy costumes.
In the Daliege area, a black robe and hood like Aosta, like a wizard in ancient legends, could not walk openly on the streets, and would inevitably be interrogated by the police, while in Trier, pedestrians on the road turned a blind eye to it.
Because, this is too common, and all kinds of antique costumes emerge one after another.
Aosta. Trul was obviously more careful, and from time to time he would suddenly turn back and look behind him to see if there were any suspicious people, but Lumian was far away from him, so far away that neither side was in each other's sight.
Relying on the very faint smell of inferior perfume left behind, Lumian followed Aosta all the way, walking through street after street.
As the gas street lights on both sides came on one after another, Aosta turned into a street covered with glass vaults and steel brackets.
It's brightly lit, filled with high-end shops, smooth marble on the floor, and bustling with pedestrians, a stark contrast to the dilapidated alleys of the Honest Market.
Is this the arcade that Auror mentioned? Seeing Aosta stopped in front of a store, Lumian admired the items in the window, and slowed down to look around.
He quickly noticed some people who behaved "abnormally":
They were both male and female, dressed in formal attire, leading turtles of different sizes.
The turtles crawled slowly in front, while they held the rope and walked slowly behind.
Seeing a man in a black formal suit and a silk top hat following the turtle past him, Lumian couldn't help but ask:
"My friend, what are you doing?"
The man turned his head sideways, revealing a face full of powder.
He replied with a smile:
"Foreigner, I'm hanging out, walking the turtle."
"Why a turtle?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.
The well-dressed gentleman seemed more than happy to share his fashion philosophy, smiling:
"Most Triers like to hang out, but they do not understand the meaning of leisure and the essence of elegance, and always go fast and in a hurry.
"Really hanging out is slower than a turtle, so we walk the turtle and let the turtle walk in front of us, which sets off our leisure.
"It is a ruler for walking speed and an elegant measure."
Lumian had to admit that the Triers always opened their eyes to the country bumpkins of Kordu Village:
Aurore can't even write a novel about walking a turtle!
"As expected of a Trierian!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone.
Unfortunately, the gentleman didn't understand what he really wanted to say, smiled modestly, and continued to follow the turtle slowly.
Not long after, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade.
Lumian waited for a while before slowly putting on it.
After leaving the arcade, Aosta Station is under the nearby public horse station sign.
In just a few minutes, two horses drove over with a huge carriage.
The carriage was divided into two levels, with the words "Line 7" written on the surface of the yellow carriage in Intes, and the coachman wore a short green coat and a wide-brimmed rainproof hat.
As the carriage stopped, a conductor wearing a small hat, a striped blouse and unsightly trousers appeared at the open doorway, looking at every passenger who tried to squeeze into the public carriage with a prisoner-like gaze.
Aosta was the third to get into the car, sat by the window, and observed the pedestrians outside and the men and women who were seated one after another.
Lumian looked at it from a distance and didn't get closer.
When the carriage on Line 7 moved away, he quickened his pace and started chasing after him almost at a trot.
With the slower speed of this public transportation and the rule of stopping at every stop, Lumian is not afraid of being thrown away at all.
On the way, some pedestrians looked at the runner curiously, and a few even followed Lumian to trot down the street, as if they thought this was the latest trend.
Do you have any problems with your brains? Lumian laughed at this.
After chasing three stops, he saw Aosta. Trul got off the public carriage, which was already part of the Honest People's Market area.
Aosta crossed two streets, turned into the white coat street mentioned by Charlie, and entered the off-white old apartment with house number 20.
Lumian stopped in front of a newsstand at the intersection, picked up a newspaper, and flipped through it at will.
At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the entrance and exit of the apartment.
"11 coppes." The owner of the newsstand saw that Lumian only looked at it and did not buy it, so he reminded him.
Lumian took a copy of the "Little Trier" newspaper, and didn't care, took out two copper coins of 5 coppes and one of 1 coppes, and threw them at other newspapers.
The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet.
Lumian continued to look at the newspaper:
"City Hall is discussing a new price plan with the water company......
"Valéry's criticism of consumerism is a fetish......
「……」
"The greatest project in human history seeks to collaborate......
Finally, this ad gave Lumian a familiar smell:
That's a prank or a fraudster who can't hide it!
Lumian paid attention to the direction of the apartment while reading the corresponding content with great interest:
"The future of mankind lies in the sea of stars, and the history of mankind is a history of courage to explore.
"In the contemporary era of crazy technological progress, what we lack is the pioneers of civilization, the wise men with excellent insight and forward-looking vision, and the adventurers who are charmed by courage.
"Last time, we were trapped in a raging sea, this time, we are trapped in the atmosphere, but human civilization and human technology will inevitably overcome all difficulties and dangers and create a true future.
"We want to work with all the Dreamers to build an interstellar bridge that will allow us to go directly from the surface to the interstellar bridge on the red moon.
"Contact: Biller. Patil.
"Contact information: 5th floor, 9 St. Martin's Street, District 2."
The more Lumian looked at it, the funnier he became, and deeply reflected on himself:
As the prank king of Kordu Village, a person who grew up influenced by Aurore's various wonderful ideas, he had never thought of such crazy, outrageous, and absurd ideas, and those guys were also very confident in advertising, as if they could deceive a group of people.
Am I still having unrealistic illusions about the average human IQ? Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm.
At that moment, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment at 20 White Coat Street.
The leader was a gentleman in a silk top hat and a black formal dress, at least from the outside, with a profound profile of his face, a peachwood pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring in his left hand that sparkled in the light.
Surrounding the gentleman, several strong men were fierce, either wearing canvas tops or dark jackets, as if they were members of a gang.
When they disappeared at the entrance of the apartment, Lumian also walked over with the newspaper.
When he got downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at the same time.
A very light and familiar, inferior perfume he had put on Aosta, a richer, sweeter, with a slightly wild fishy smell.
Musk perfume? On the man with the pipe just now? Lumian followed the scent all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment.
Then, he saw Aosta. Trul.
The wizard-dressed trickster was surrounded by the group of people just now, and the "gentleman" wearing a diamond ring gently tapped his forehead with a peach-colored pipe and smiled politely:
"Don't think that moving will get rid of us.
"Before paying off all my debts, I will always follow you like your shadow."
Aosta said tremblingly:
"I will have money soon, and I can pay you back part tomorrow!"
"Very good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded.
He immediately turned the pipe and pestled it on Aosta's face with the still burning part.
Aosta shrank back in pain, but didn't dare to make a sound.
The "gentleman" took back his pipe and said gently and politely:
"It's a little interest.
"If you can't pay it back tomorrow, I will take one of your fingers."
After saying that, he pressed his hand on his chest and bowed politely:
"See you tomorrow, my friend."
Lumian at the staircase looked at it and muttered to himself:
"Are both humans and dogs learning German now?"
With the popularity of the Folsi. Wall's "Great Adventurer" series, some imitators of Gelman. Sparrow's people, "This is politeness", "a gift, or a curse" and other words are widely circulated.
When the group came over, Lumian lowered his head and got out of the way, like an ordinary apartment tenant who met a gang member.
The chaotic footsteps went down layer by layer, and soon there was no movement.
Lumian then looked at Aosta. Trul found that he had returned to his room and closed the wooden door.
After thinking for a moment, Lumian moved his gloved left palm, pressed the hat on his head, walked out of the staircase, and came to Aosta's door.
Bang bang, he raised his hand and slapped the door panel.
After a while, Aosta opened the door in shock and fear, and said tremblingly:
"My money really won't be ...... tomorrow."
He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, and Lumian's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile:
"Are you surprised?"
"You, you, you......" Aosta retreated again and again as if he had seen a ghost.
Lumian followed into the room and smiled at Aosta. Trulle said:
"I really want to forget the pain of the past, but I am also a cautious person, afraid of being cheated of money and laughing at me for being a fool."
ps: I asked for a monthly pass for the second time, and I added it when I was old~
(End of this chapter)