Chapter 507

Everyone who needed to be arrested in the Market District had been arrested, and those who hadn't been arrested were also wanted. Angouleme was rarely free and focused on the matter of selecting members for the squad directly under the Trier diocese.

He couldn't just select from the Tribunal in the Market District. After obtaining the personnel data from St. Verief Church, he visited the Tribunals in the Observatory District, Prison District, and other places in a state of strolling, chatting in detail with the target "Purifiers."

Then, he finished work on time, returned to the apartment he rented in the Memorial Hall District, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Sleeping until midnight, Angouleme was awakened by his stomach growling and gnawed on a piece of white bread with the reserved beef jerky, butter, and red wine.

Glancing at the coffee table with unwashed tableware, he sat contentedly in front of the miniaturized analytical machine and turned on the wireless telegraph transceiver.

At this time, their telegram group was in its most active state.

After sending a telegram to announce his presence, Angouleme pulled over a cushion, placed it behind him, and leaned comfortably against the wall.

Not long after, amidst the *da-da-da* sounds, the analytical machine composed of a large number of parts drove the typewriter to "spit out" a telegram.

Seeing that the telegram was signed "Sleeve Sword," Angouleme's temple jumped suddenly.

He tore off the telegram and quickly browsed the content on it:

"'007,' you finally came. There is something I need to tell you!

"I have received new intelligence. The kind of 'Mirror People' I mentioned before have been infiltrating Trier in a planned manner for the past ten-plus years, replacing the original owners. Now, no one knows how many Trier citizens are actually 'Mirror People,' and what they ultimately want to do or what purpose they want to achieve is temporarily unknown, but it shouldn't be anything good.

"I am tracking these 'Mirror People' and will give you new clues at any time. You should also pay attention to this aspect in advance."

After reading it, Angouleme took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

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The next morning.

Lu Mian sat in a four-wheeled, four-seater rental carriage. Beside him was the little boy Ludwig, wearing a caramel-colored coat and carrying a red hard-shell schoolbag. Opposite him was Lugano Toscano, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes and looked like a positive character at first glance.

He cast his gaze out the window, looking at Market Avenue, which was no different from usual:

The street vendors shouting, the public carriages and rental carriages coming and going, the large number of outsiders coming from the Suchit Steam Train Station, the waiters soliciting customers, the cafes that functioned as beer houses, cheap restaurants, and chess and card rooms, the hurried small clerks and workers—all were essentially no different from what Lu Mian remembered.

But in the subtle details, many things had changed. "Rat" Christo had fled, "Giant" Simon had been arrested, and Baron Brignoles was nowhere to be found, not even entrusting intelligence peddlers to find his missing godson.

The once-thriving Savard Party had completely perished, and the Market District, which had tended toward stability, would begin a new round of gang vendettas.

The dark brown rental carriage with a yellow number slowly drove out of this place, which was both noisy and quite chaotic.

Seeing Lu Mian withdraw his gaze, Lugano asked ingratiatingly:

"Are we taking a boat to Feynapot, or should we get a fake identity, take the steam train south, and go back to the Leiston Province to take a look first?"

He originally wanted to mention Cordu Village, but felt that this was stimulating Lu Mian, so he used a broader concept—their common hometown, the Leiston Province—to replace it.

"Let's see what fate has in store." Lu Mian revealed a smile.

He took out three sticky notes and used the black fountain pen he carried with him to write down different options:

"Take a boat," "Take a steam train," "Go directly."

Then, he crumpled these three sticky notes into balls and changed their original positions with dazzling technique.

"You draw one and see what fate has in store." Lu Mian smiled and extended his right hand in front of Lugano.

This is too casual, choosing the way to go to the Feynapot Kingdom by drawing lots? Lugano was stunned for a moment. While a huge sense of absurdity emerged, he obediently picked up a paper ball.

Anyway, the 5,000 Vergold advance payment had already been received!

Lugano unfolded it and saw "Take a boat" written on it.

Lu Mian nodded and said with a smile:

"Very good, then let's take the steam train."

"..." Lugano instinctively looked at the 60,000 Vergold wanted criminal opposite him, not knowing if he was using him to eliminate wrong options or just playing a prank.

He filled his face with a smile again and said:

"Then should we turn back to the Suchit Steam Train Station?"

"No, go to the North Train Station." Lu Mian tilted his head and glanced at the little boy Ludwig, who had been eating and eating and not joining the conversation at all.

North Train Station? Lugano was increasingly confused, unable to guess what his employer actually wanted to do.

Trier mainly had two steam train stations. One was Suchit, located on the south bank of the Serenzo River, connecting southern and central Intis. One was the North Train Station, located north of the Serenzo River, responsible for connecting the northern provinces. If one wanted to go to the Feynapot Kingdom or the Leiston Province, one would definitely have to go to the Suchit Steam Train Station. How could one run to the north?

Since the employer had made a decision, Lugano couldn't question it and could only instruct the coachman to change the destination.

Near noon, the rental carriage arrived at the Trier North Train Station.

Need to make a disguise, find a broker to get a fake identity, and buy a ticket... Lugano thought while directing the coachman to park in a more remote place, turning his body slightly to look at Lu Mian, preparing to make a suggestion.

What entered his eyes was an extremely unfamiliar face:

Flaxen short hair, brownish eyes, and other facial features with no memory points constructed a face that looked like a passerby.

If it weren't for the silver-white earring on the right ear and the clothing that hadn't changed, Lugano would have thought that they had encountered a surprise attack by official Beyonders and that his employer had already been quietly dealt with.

"Buy a ticket to Gatti Port in the Upper Coastal Province." Lu Mian instructed calmly.

Upper Coastal Province, Gatti Port... Lugano suddenly understood.

The employer indeed wanted to take a boat to the Feynapot Kingdom, but not from Le-Ser Port in the Pas Province, which was closest to Trier, but to the Upper Coastal Province, which also bordered the Fog Sea but was further north.

For normal people, this was a waste of time and money, but for a wanted fugitive with enemies, acting against common sense might help him avoid potential dangers.

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Inside the business carriage of the steam train, which was divided into six small compartments.

Lu Mian's gaze swept across the slightly ajar carved wooden door, the table covered with a multi-colored tablecloth inlaid with gold thread, the large, comfortable sofa that could serve as a bed, and the thin wooden wall hanging with oil paintings, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Such a compartment was worth 400 Vergold and could allow a maximum of four people.

For this steam train journey that lasted 12 hours and stopped for 8 hours at night, totaling 20 hours, a third-class seat was 30 Vergold, a second-class seat was 45 Vergold, a first-class seat was 60 Vergold, and the small compartment in the business area was 100 Vergold per person and was not sold separately, the reason being to ensure the privacy of business guests and ensure that only he and his companions were in the compartment.

For a fugitive who was wanted, this was simply great.

Lu Mian, who possessed the "Lie" earring and "Nisse's Face," didn't choose the business carriage because of this, nor did he have a must-have desire to enjoy it. The only reason he liked this place was:

The business carriage would provide two meals for free, which were tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.

This could save Lu Mian a lot of trouble.

*Sigh*, children always have to eat something hot.

Just hope his appetite doesn't scare the attendant...

After raising Ludwig for more than two days, Lu Mian discovered that if he didn't have the "Traveler's Bag" and could pack a lot of dry rations and desserts, he wouldn't be able to take this little boy on a long trip at all—he had to eat every little while, he had to eat every little while!

Amidst the *woo* of the steam whistle, Lu Mian sat down, listening to the *clatter-clatter* sounds, watching the scenery on both sides retreat from slow to fast.

After less than a quarter of an hour, this huge train, spraying white mist, drove away from that big metropolis through a "door hole" chiseled into the high wall.

A prosperous and lively metropolis that flowed with desire and overflowed with happiness and pain.

Lu Mian half-closed his eyes and heard someone in the compartment ahead sigh in a tone like reciting poetry:

"Goodbye, Trier!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the sky was completely dark, the steam train stopped at the scheduled station, Dadel Station.

This was located in the suburbs of the Foss region in the Upper Coastal Province, Dadel Town.

Twenty or thirty men and women were already waiting on the platform, rushing toward different carriages. They didn't carry luggage and were full of eagerness.

*Dong dong dong*, a middle-aged man with thick black hair and a slightly hooked chin knocked on the glass window corresponding to Lu Mian's small compartment.

Lu Mian pushed open the window with great interest and asked with a smile:

"Is something the matter?"

"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 bar with its own hotel?" Lu Mian suddenly realized.

These seemed to be nearby merchants soliciting customers at the station.

"Yes, yes, yes. Our bar also has quite a few beautiful little frogs." The middle-aged man winked, saying extremely ambiguously.

"Little frogs?" Lugano, sitting opposite Lu Mian, asked in confusion.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said:

"This is slang from our Upper Coastal region, meaning, meaning it's the same as your Trier little kittens."

In Trier, "little kitten" often had the dual implication of "female reproductive organ" and "prostitute."

So that's it... Although Lu Mian had guessed it long ago, he hadn't been completely sure before.

Ludwig, who was sitting next to Lugano, asked with great anticipation:

"What good food is there?"

Before the middle-aged man soliciting customers could answer, Lu Mian teased Ludwig with a smile:

"I thought you would ask if the meat is tender, if it's chewy, if it's delicious."

Ludwig didn't react at first, then remembered something and cursed:

"Pervert!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly began to introduce the local delicacies.

Just then, the barking of dogs rang out in the town outside the station.

One dog barked, many dogs followed, and the quiet of the night was suddenly broken.

The expression of the middle-aged man soliciting customers changed, containing a hint of indescribable fear.

(End of chapter)