Lemberg? The illegitimate son or godson of Baron Brignel lived in Lemberg? While Lumian was puzzled, many ridiculous speculations flashed through his mind:
The gang leader, Baron Brignel, attaches great importance to education and sent the most cherished child to the realm of the "god of knowledge and wisdom" early......
Lumian looked at the little boy and asked chatterily:
"At your age, shouldn't you continue to stay in Lemberg to study? Overall, the education there is much better than in Trier."
The little boy's expression suddenly became extremely vivid:
"I don't want it, I don't want to go to school every day, I write homework late every day, and I take exams every month!"
Sounds a bit scary...... Lumian imagined that kind of life.
At least he can't accept it.
After nodding in agreement, Lumian pretended to ask casually:
"Are live mice delicious?"
The little boy returned to that calmer state:
"It's not delicious, but when you're hungry, you're not qualified to be a picky eater, and I don't want to wait until noon to go to the kitchen to steal food...... the real enjoyment is always the food cooked by a good chef, it's best to bring a little less severe hunger"
After explaining a couple of sentences, he seemed to feel that he was acting 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 whether this is good or not...... Of course, the main thing is that I can't catch it, but if I do, I have to find a way to ignite it, peel it and roast it...... This guy can catch mice with his bare hands, his strength or luck is not bad...... Now it's only an hour before noon, so I can't help it? The more Lumian looked at it, the more he felt that the little boy was suspicious.
He asked amusedly:
"Didn't Brignel feed you? Do you need me to go to the police station to complain about child abuse?"
"Except for urging me to do my homework, everything else is very good, he will let me eat a meal every two hours, and he will also prepare additional cakes, cookies, barbecue and pies so that I can eat when I am hungry in the middle of the night." Speaking of this, the little boy subconsciously licked his lower lip.
Are you a pig? Lumian had never eaten so ruthlessly during his developmental period.
Moreover, this guy does not look fat either, it can only be said that he is strong.
In the next second, the little boy's eyes changed slightly, and he said quite quickly:
"Maybe studying consumes too much energy, and I have to eat so many meals to keep my brain active."
Isn't there a saying in Lemberg's education that "explanation is cover-up"? You explained so deliberately, I think there is something wrong with your appetite...... Eating so much doesn't improve your brain...... Where did all the nutrition go? Lumian said with a smile:
"Since Brignel didn't deliberately starve, why are you still eating rats and steaks raw?"
The little boy replied with some annoyance:
"I escaped without breakfast today, and I didn't eat morning tea!"
This is so hungry that it eats a mouse raw? If you are hungry for another half a day, one day, do you even want to eat people on the road? Lumian took out an iron-gray military wine jug from the inside of his clothes with his right hand.
His left palm also stretched out from his trouser pocket, helped unscrew the lid of the wine jug, and then inserted it back.
Lumian lifted the iron-gray metal wine jug, sniffed the fragrance deeply, and asked with a smile:
"Do you want to take a bite?"
Grunt! The little boy wriggled in his throat and swallowed his saliva.
He replied with great difficulty:
"I'm still a minor, I'm just a child!"
I have already had alcohol and enjoyed it...... Lumian made a judgment and grunted and took a sip of the spirit.
He didn't let the military wine jug leave his mouth and asked with a slight vagueness:
"Which god do you believe in?"
"Why are you asking this?" The little boy asked quite vigilantly.
Seeing that he did not perform excessively, Lumian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took another sip of strong wine, and made a gurgling sound.
He let the military wine jug leave his mouth, and laughed clearly in his voice:
"As a devout believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery,' I must verify the beliefs of people of unknown origin.
"Steam is on top!"
This time, Lumian no longer had the ambiguity of speaking with alcohol in his mouth.
The little boy shook his head subconsciously:
"It's useless like this, do I really believe in whichever god I believe?"
"Less devout believers in the Orthodox Church can indeed claim which god they believe in at will, but these people are not harmful, I am preventing believers of evil gods, they are fanatical and irrational, and they will not deceive others into falsely claiming their faith, thinking that it is a manifestation of lack of piety, which is a blasphemy." Lumian observed the little boy's reaction.
The little boy instinctively retorted:
"No, in order to accomplish the sacred task, some believers of evil gods will actively disguise themselves as believers of righteous gods, and they can pray, listen to the scriptures, participate in Mass, and recite the names of other gods without psychological obstacles......"
Speaking of this, the little boy suddenly paused, and Lumian looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other, and was silent for a long time.
After a 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,' and the devout believers in our church have a habit of pointing out errors in the other person's words, just like just now, yes, just like just now!"
Lumian looked at the guy deeply for a few seconds and said:
"What are the common prayers of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' Church?"
The little boy said reflexively:
"I have already said that believers in evil gods can recite the name of the righteous god with repentance, and use those prayers, you will not be able to discern the true beliefs of others, unless you are a member of the 'Eternal Sun' Church, and you have made a notarization in advance that you cannot lie......"
Saying 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 had not taken the steak, held his head and said:
"Wisdom be with you!"
Such a stupid guy shouldn't be a spy sent by some evil god...... Judging from IQ, he is really a child...... Lumian almost couldn't control his expression just now, and he took a breath secretly, letting the little airflow roll in his mouth to soothe his facial muscles.
"Indeed." He agreed with the little boy's words just now in a smiling voice, and then followed the other person's example, touched his head with the bottom of the iron-gray military wine jug, and said meaningfully, "May wisdom be with you!"
Without waiting for the little boy to respond, Lumian said in a bewitching tone:
"Do you want to go to the café on the second floor, and I'll treat you to a full meal? The chef here is not bad."
The little boy swallowed his saliva again:
"You won't betray me, will you?"
"You can follow me all the time so that I don't have a chance to betray you." Lumian began to test whether the other party's IQ level and appearance age were the same as those of the temptation of food, and whether it would be lower, "Moreover, we only prohibit the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' church from preaching and establishing churches in Intis, and we do not prohibit believers of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom' from entering the country.
The little boy pondered for a second and said:
"Okay."
Lumian glanced at him, pulled out his left palm, closed the lid of the wine jug, and stuffed the iron-gray container back into the inside of his brown jacket.
Then, he pressed his head again:
"Wisdom be with you!"
After saying that, Lumian turned around and walked into the stairs.
The little boy followed behind him, politely closing the dark brown door of the cellar.
Seeing Lumian turn his head and look at him, he explained seriously:
"If you don't close it, the food inside will easily spoil."
"Yes." Lumian retracted his gaze and continued up the stairs.
The little boy followed him closely, watching his every move, always guarding against his contact with the people around him and betraying his own intelligence.
Lumian took him through the kitchen to the café on the second floor and asked for a set meal.
Before long, dishes such as pan-fried veal, grilled eel, grilled lamb shank, chicken pie, and red wine cream arrived one after another.
Lumian sat there, watching the little boy swallow the food quickly in a posture with no upper limit on the capacity of his stomach.
He even commented a few words from time to time:
"The veal steak was cooked well, but the quality of the meat itself was not great......
"The sweet sauce eliminates the fishy smell of the eel itself, but the problem is that it is greasy......
"The lamb shank is grilled just right, the outside is browned, the inside is tender, the choice of spices is not perfect, there is too much cumin......
「……」
Just eat, why do you talk so much...... Lumian quietly watched the little boy eat a table of meals with a satisfied expression.
After another quarter of an hour, Baron Brignel, wearing a half-height silk top hat and a diamond ring, appeared at the entrance on the second floor.
The little boy turned around in astonishment, glanced at it, and then looked back at Lumian.
Lumian smiled slightly:
"You don't think I'm the only one here who knows you, do you?"
The little boy was stunned and fell silent.
Baron Brignel walked up to Lumian and said with undisguised relaxation:
"Thank you, Ciel."
"I just happened to find out that he was stealing food in the cellar." Lumian responded kindly.
Baron Brignel glanced at him and turned his head to the little boy and said:
"Ludwig, let's go back."
The little boy Ludwig didn't speak, quickly ate the little food left, and stood up.
"Ciel, I'll come to you later." Baron Brignel nodded at Lumian.
Lumian sat on the chair opposite, watching Baron Brignel hold Ludwig and plan to leave the café, so he said with a smile:
"Remember to pay for the meal."
Baron Brignel was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, as if his original judgment had wavered.
Without saying much, he took out a wallet containing a lot of banknotes and paid for Ludwig's meal.
After silently watching one big and one small disappear at the staircase, Lumian leaned against the back of the chair, suppressed his voice, and said to himself:
"Thermipoulos, where exactly is the encounter you mentioned?"
(End of this chapter)