Seeing the "slogan" on the wall, Lumian couldn't help but smile.
This reminded him of some of what Aurore had once said:
"In Trier, cafes have a very special status, they are the starting point of riots, the sacred place for conspiracies, and the source of scandals."
In the history of Intis, I don't know how many riots started with exchanges in cafes, and I don't know how many literary works and political disputes fermented in cafes.
Unlike the neighboring Kingdom of Rune, although Intis also has some closed clubs, they are relatively professional or high-end, and few people can participate, whether it is former aristocrats, current parliamentarians, or senior government officials, financiers, bankers, industrialists, famous writers, newspaper editors-in-chief, military generals, university professors and other high-level social officials, they all like to haunt different cafes, enjoy the fun of small talk, and also show their people-friendly side, after all, the political slogan of the Republic and the image erected internally and externally are "freedom, equality, fraternity".
Of course, the cafes that people of different classes like to go to are completely different, which is often divided by location, price and style, so when Lumian heard Charlie say that Larente squeezed his mother, Mrs. Lacazan, and went to that kind of expensive café to look for opportunities, he was not surprised and puzzled.
At the same time, banquets and salons were very popular throughout Trier, and if any upper-class person did not hold a salon once a month, he would be suspected of family changes, or economic crisis, and political prospects.
One of the reasons why Auror, who obviously likes this metropolis very much, did not come here is that artists such as writers, poets, painters, and sculptors are like butterflies in captivity, flying in the salons of parliamentarians, financiers, politicians, and high-ranking officials, and it seems that only by being recognized by them can the value of their works be realized.
The combination of salon and café replaces most of the club's functions.
In this system, taverns, beer houses, dance halls and cafes play similar roles, but far less important than the latter, and are more inclined to the lower classes.
Seeing a guest entering, a female waiter wearing an off-white dress greeted her and asked with a smile:
"Do you have a favorite location, or have you already made an appointment with a friend?"
Lumian nodded:
"Booth D."
The female waiter led him to a corner position.
Next to a window, you can see the botanical garden full of greenery and trees.
"What do you want to drink?" The female waiter put down a drink list wrapped in a brown lid.
Lumian picked it up and unfolded it, took a look, and was slightly shocked by the dazzling array of choices:
"Fillmer Coffee, Highland Coffee, Lim Espresso......
"Xibo black tea, Marquis black tea, Siberan black tea......
"Fruit ice water, frangipani water, ambergris lemonade, 'Venus' holy oil special drink......
"Chayot, light red wine, rose dew wine, walnut shochu, orange limoncello, cherry shochu......
"Absinthe, anise vermouth, gin, bitter curacao, apple brandy, grape pomace brandy......
"Sweet Wine: Perfect Love, Barbarian Cream, Little Rose, West Parrow ......"
Considering that he would have to receive treatment from a psychologist later, neither alcohol nor caffeine was suitable for ingestion, Lumian thought for a while and said:
"Ambergris lemonade."
"4 ricks." The waitress asked again, "Do you need cake, bread, or other food?"
"Not for the time being, wait for my friend to come and decide." Lumian looked around Mason's café again and found that there were no customers at this time.
The people who came to the café for lunch left before half past two, and there was still more than an hour before tea time.
Before long, the female waiter came over with a tray and placed an open glass with a colorless liquid and a few slices of lemon floating on the table.
Lumian looked at the empty seat opposite the booth, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
The elegant and sweet fragrance came to the tip of his nose, and the refreshing and sweet sourness lifted his spirits.
Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that the wall clock on the wall was about to reach half past three, Lumian couldn't help but turn sideways and look at the entrance of the café.
There were some greenery, but no customers came in.
Just as Lumian was slightly disappointed and retracted his gaze, a gentle female voice came from the booth behind him, who could not distinguish the age level:
"I'm here.
"Good afternoon, Lumian. Mr. Li."
Lumian probably guessed that the other party didn't want to communicate face-to-face, so he didn't turn around, suppressed his voice, and asked politely:
"Good afternoon, what should I call you? My voice is so small, can you hear me?"
"No problem." The gentle female voice said, "You can call me Susie."
"Hello, Ms. Susie." For some reason, when Lumian faced the psychologist, his mood became quite peaceful, and he no longer had the habit of commenting in his heart.
In the next second, he inexplicably felt a little familiar uneasiness.
"What's wrong?" Susie in the booth behind him asked softly.
Lumian thought for two seconds, not hiding his feelings:
"I was a little uneasy, a strange and familiar experience.
"Well, I should have had a similar feeling when I met an intelligence dealer yesterday."
Susie's speech speed became a little faster, and she said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I habitually read your thoughts, which may be the source of your uneasiness.
"Your body is sealed with a lot of pollution, and you are in a very balanced state, and the slightest disturbance will cause you to react to a certain reaction, that is, you are quite sensitive to hidden and invisible influences, better than extraordinary people in the same sequence or even higher."
"That's right......" Lumian wasn't angry.
In his opinion, if psychologists do not read their own thoughts, how can they be treated, all based on words?
He then frowned:
"Anthony. Rhett was reading my thoughts at the time? I'm talking about the intelligence dealer."
"I know." Susie expressed her understanding, "Anthony. Where did Red come from and what did he do before becoming an intelligence dealer?"
"He has an accent on the west coast of the sea and is a retired soldier." Lumian recalled.
Susie was silent for a while before she said:
"If he is really from the west coast of the sea, he may indeed be an extraordinary person in the 'audience' path."
The "Audience" Pathway...... Lumian had read about this Divine Path in Auror's Wizard Notes, but Aurore only knew that its corresponding sequence 9 was called "Spectator", and he had very strong observation skills and could interpret the true thoughts contained in various subtle expressions and body language.
It turns out that a certain sequence up the "audience" path is "psychologist"...... As soon as Lumian flashed such a thought, he heard Susie make a correction:
"It's a 'psychiatrist'."
"This sounds more reassuring." Lumian smiled, "Anthony. How many sequences will Rhett have?"
After knowing the other party's path, he thought that Anthony. Red should have recognized himself at that time, and sensed the tension, worry, and thoughts of trying to intimidate him.
"According to your description, he has at least a sequence 8." Susie gave her own judgment.
Lumian smiled:
"It would be fun if he was really a 'psychiatrist', but he didn't even cure his battlefield post-traumatic sequelae."
"It's normal, the 'psychiatrist' really has to suffer serious psychological trauma, and it is difficult to get out of it on his own, which often requires the help of another 'psychiatrist', and the treatment of the 'psychiatrist' is much more dangerous than normal. Susie explained two sentences briefly.
As the topic diverged, as the other party put on a chatty-like gesture, Lumian's heart gradually calmed down, and there was no longer any feeling of uneasiness or nervousness.
He took the initiative to say:
"Let's start treatment, shall we?"
"Chatting is also part of therapy." Susie's gentle voice brought a bit of a smile.
Seeing that the first stage of treatment was pure chatting, Lumian became even more relaxed, and then leaned against the booth partition and said doubtfully:
"I already knew it was a dream, but there were so many details that I couldn't understand.
"Since it is my dream, how can I know the various abilities of the three official investigators, and why do I know so well what unique abilities each of the priests and shepherds have?"
Susie said in a warm tone:
"Those three official investigators were forcibly pulled into your dream, which is equivalent to letting your subconscious mind get close to your subconscious, showing a semi-open state.
"They will actively participate in the dream and show all kinds of information they understand, and even if they just think about it in their minds, your subconscious can sense it."
In other words, with the addition of Ryan, Leah and Valentine, some parts of the dream are created by "interaction"? The calls back they received were created by my subconscious mind and their subconscious, so they completely complied with the rules of ciphertext? Lumian listened and thought about some questions he couldn't understand before.
Susie's voice continued without change:
"Why do you understand the abilities of the evil god believers, you should already have a certain guess yourself, right? Just reluctant to face it?"
Hearing this, Lumian's eyelids couldn't help but jump.
"According to the information given to me by Ms. 'Magician', Guillaume. Benet and Pierre. Most of Berry's abilities come from the evil god sequence of 'The Godfather', so the abilities they have cannot be predicted in advance, depending on which creature they have signed a contract with." Susie helped with the analysis, and said in a gentle voice, "In other words, we can rule out the possibility that your subconscious mind can obtain the corresponding knowledge from the pollution of the seal, and without a knowledge base, you cannot imagine those abilities out of thin air, they are not fictional."
The woman's tone suddenly became a little more serious:
"Obviously, at some point before the destruction of the village of Kordu, you saw Guillaume. Bennet, Pierre. Berry and others used their abilities, and you didn't get hurt by it, leaving a shadow, otherwise it would have been a corresponding manifestation in the dream.
"From that dream analysis, what really left a shadow on you was the performance of Puaris' group.
"How do you think you saw those evil god believers exert their powers?"
Susie's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the surface of Lumian's memory, causing the solid barrier to shake to a certain extent.
Lumian's face twisted slightly.
In the unconcealable pain, he felt several pictures floating in the depths of his memory:
It was the third floor of the Administrator's Castle, and it was a wall covered with bluish-white transparent faces, but it was no longer Lane, Leah, and Valenté who were fighting, but Guillaume. Bennet, Pierre. Berry and Sybil. Berry!
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(End of this chapter)