Everything that should be caught in the market area has been arrested, and those who have not been caught are also wanted, and Angoulême rarely has free time and focuses on selecting the members of the squad directly under the Diocese of Trier.
After getting the personnel information given by the St. Vieve Church, he visited the courts in the observatory area, prison area and other places in a wandering state, and had a detailed chat with the target "purifier".
Then, he finished work on time, returned to the apartment he rented in the memorial parish, and fell asleep.
He slept until the early hours of the morning, when Angoulême was awakened by the rumbling of his stomach and nibbled on a piece of white bread with jerky, butter and red wine in his reserves.
Glancing at the coffee table with unwashed dishes, he sat down in front of the scaled-down analyzer with satisfaction and turned on the radio transceiver.
At this point in time, their telegram group was at its most active.
After taking a telegram to announce his existence, Angoulême pulled a pillow, placed it behind him, and leaned comfortably against the wall.
Not long after, in the sound of a dada da, the analyzer composed of a large number of parts drove the typewriter to "spit out" a telegram.
Seeing that the signature of the telegram was "Hidden Sword", Angoulême's forehead jumped suddenly.
He pulled up the telegram and quickly skimmed the contents on it:
"'007' You are finally here, I have something to tell you!
"I have just received information that the 'people in the mirror' mentioned earlier have been systematically infiltrating Trier for the past ten years to replace the original owners, and now I don't know how many citizens of Trier are actually 'people in the mirror', and what they want to do in the end, what they want to achieve, no one knows for the time being, but it shouldn't be a good thing.
"I am tracking down these 'people in the mirror' and will give you new clues at any time, and you should also pay attention to this aspect in advance."
After reading it, Angoulême took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
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The next morning.
Lumian sat in a four-wheeled four-seater taxi, next to Ludwig, a little boy wearing a caramel-colored jacket and carrying a red hard schoolbag, and opposite Lugano, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and at first glance belonged to a positive character. Toscano.
He looked out the window and looked at the market avenue that was no different from usual:
Street vendors, public carriages and taxi carriages coming and going, a large number of foreigners coming from Suhit Steam Train Station, waiters recruiting customers, cafes with beer houses, cheap restaurants, chess and card rooms and other functions, and hurried clerks and workers are all different from Lumian's impression of the indifference.
But in the subtleties, many things have changed, "Mouse" Crystal escaped, "Giant" Simon was captured, Baron Brignel disappeared, and did not even commission intelligence dealers to find his lost godson.
The heyday of the Sava Party was completely destroyed, and the originally stable market area will begin a new round of gangster vendettas.
The dark brown taxi carriage with yellow numbers drove slowly out of this lively and noisy place.
Seeing that Lumian retracted his gaze, Lugano asked flatteringly:
"Should we take a boat to Fenneport, or should we get a fake identity and take the steam train south and go back to Leston Province first?"
He originally wanted to mention the village of Cordoo, but felt that it was stimulating Lumian, so he replaced it with a broader concept, the province of Leston, which the two shared together.
"It depends on the arrangement of fate." Lumian smiled.
He took out three pieces of sticky note paper and wrote down different options with the black absorbent pen he carried with him:
"By boat", "by steam train", "directly there".
He then crumpled the three sticky notes into a ball, changing their original positions in a dazzling move.
"You come to draw and see what fate arranges." Lumian smiled and stretched out his right hand in front of Lugano.
This is too arbitrary, relying on the lottery to choose the way to the Kingdom of Fenneport? Lugano was stunned for a moment, and while a huge sense of absurdity emerged, he obediently picked up a ball of paper.
Anyway, the advance payment of 5,000 Fairkin has been received!
Lugano unfolded and saw that it said "Take a boat".
Lumian nodded and said with a smile:
"Very good, then let's take the steam train."
"......" Lugano instinctively looked at the 60,000 wanted criminals opposite, not knowing whether he was using his own exclusion options or just playing a prank.
He smiled again and said:
"Then let's transfer back to Suhit Steam Train Station?"
"No, go to the northern train station." Lumian looked sideways at Ludwig, the little boy who had been eating and not interjecting at all.
Northern train station? Lugano became more and more confused, unable to guess what his employer was trying to do.
Trier mainly has two steam train stations, one is Suhit, 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 Feneport, if you want to go to Leston Province, you will definitely get the Sucht steam train station, how can you run north?
Since the employer had made a decision, Lugano could not question it and could only order the driver to change the destination.
Near noon, the taxi wagon arrived at Trier Northern Train Station.
I have to disguise myself and find a broker to buy a ticket with a fake identity...... Lugano directed the coachman to stop in a more remote place, turned half of his body, looked at Lumian, and prepared to make a suggestion.
What caught his eye was an unusually strange face:
The short flaxen hair, brown eyes, and the rest of the facial features without any memory points together constructed a face that resembled a passerby.
If it weren't for the silver-white ear clip worn on his right ear and the clothes on his body that had not changed, Lugano would have thought that he and others had been raided by the official extraordinaire and that the employer had been quietly resolved.
"Bought a ticket to the port of Gati, Upper Primorye." Lumian ordered calmly.
Haute-Maritimes, Port Gatti...... Lugano suddenly understood.
The employer did take a boat to the Kingdom of Fenneport, but not from the port of Lessel, in the province of Pas, which is closest to Trier, but to the Haute-Maritimes department, which is also close to the misty sea but further north.
For a normal person, this is a waste of time and money, but for a wanted fugitive with enemies, an unreasonable approach may help him avoid potential danger.
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It was divided into six small private cars in the steam train business car.
Lumian's gaze swept from the carved wooden doors, the tables covered with multi-colored tablecloths inlaid with gold threads, the wide and comfortable sofa that could be used as a bed, and the thin wooden walls with oil paintings, and nodded in satisfaction.
Such a private room is worth 400 Felkin and can only seat a maximum of 4 people.
This steam train, which runs for 12 hours and stops for 8 hours at night, has a total of 20 hours of journey, with 30 Felkin for 3rd class, 45 Felkin for 2nd class, and 60 Felkin for 1st class, while the small box in the business area is 100 Felkin per person, and it is not sold separately, on the grounds that it is to ensure the privacy of business guests, so that only he and his companions are in the box.
This is great for a wanted fugitive.
Lumian, who has the "Lies" ear clip and the "Face of Nisser", is not because of the green car he chooses, nor does he have the idea of enjoying it, the only reason he has a fancy here is:
The Green Car will provide two free meals, today's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.
This can make Lumian a lot of things.
Hey, children have to eat hot food.
I just hope his appetite doesn't scare the flight attendants......
After raising Ludwig for more than two days, Lumian found that if he hadn't had a "traveler's bag" that could hold a lot of dry food and desserts, he wouldn't be able to take this little boy out - he would eat every once in a while, and he would eat every other time!
In the sound of the whistle, Lumian sat down, listened to the clattering sound, and watched the scenery on both sides retreat from slow to fast.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, the huge, white mist train drove away from the metropolis behind from the "door opening" carved out of the high wall.
A bustling metropolis with desire flowing and overflowing with pleasure and pain.
Lumian half-closed his eyes and heard someone in the box in front of him sigh in a poetic tone:
"Goodbye, Trier!"
At eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, the steam train stopped at the scheduled station, Dadel Station.
This is located on the outskirts of the Forth region of Haute-Maritimes, in the town of Dadel.
There were already twenty or thirty men and women waiting on the platform, running to different carriages, none of them lifted their luggage, their faces full of eagerness.
Dong Dong Dong, a middle-aged man with black hair and a thick chin knocked on the glass window corresponding to Lumian's small box.
Lumian pushed open the window with great interest and asked with a smile:
"Is there something wrong?"
"Sir, would you like a drink, a warm and comfortable bed instead of a sofa?" The middle-aged man asked in a heavily accent in Intes.
"A bar with your own hotel?" Lumian suddenly realized.
These seem to be nearby businesses that come to the platform to attract customers.
"Yes, yes, we still have a lot of beautiful little frogs in our bar." The middle-aged man winked and said extremely ambiguously.
"Little frog?" Lugano, who was sitting opposite Lumian, asked suspiciously.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said:
"This is our slang for the coast, it means, it means the same as your Trier kitten."
In Trier, "kitten" is often referred to as "female reproductive organs" and "prostitute".
I see...... Although Lumian had guessed it a long time ago, he was not completely sure before.
Ludwig, who was sitting next to Lugano, asked very expectantly:
"What's delicious?"
Without waiting for the middle-aged man who was soliciting customers to answer, Lumian smiled and teased Ludwig:
"I thought you would ask if the meat is tender or not, whether it is chewy, and whether it is delicious."
Ludwig didn't react at first, and then he remembered to scold like something:
"Perverted!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly opened his mouth to introduce the special food.
At this moment, a barking dog sounded in the town outside the site.
One dog barked, many dogs barked, and the silence of the night was suddenly broken.
The expression of the middle-aged man who was soliciting customers changed, implying a bit of indescribable fear.
(End of this chapter)