Chapter 507: Departure

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

He couldn't just pick from the Market District Tribunal. After getting the personnel data from St. Genevieve 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.

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

Looking at the coffee table with unwashed dishes, he sat contentedly in front of the miniature analysis machine and turned on the wireless telegraph machine.

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* sound, the analysis machine, composed of a large number of parts, drove the typewriter to "spit out" a telegram.

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

He pulled the telegram and quickly browsed the content:

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

"I have received new information. That kind of 'Mirror Person' I mentioned before has been infiltrating Trier in a planned way for the past ten years, replacing the original owners. Now, I don't know how many Trier citizens are actually 'Mirror People,' and what they ultimately want to do or what their purpose is, no one knows for the time being, but it shouldn't be anything good."

"I am investigating 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.

The next morning.

Lumian 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, and opposite him was Lugano Toscano, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes and looked like a positive character.

He looked out the window, watching Market Avenue, which was no different from usual:

Street vendors shouting, public carriages and rental carriages coming and going, a large number of outsiders coming from the Suhit Steam Train Station, waiters soliciting customers, cafes that functioned as beer houses, cheap restaurants, and card rooms, hurried clerks and workers—all were essentially no different from what Lumian remembered.

But in the fine details, many things had changed. "Rat" Christo had fled, "Giant" Simon had been arrested, and Baron Brignier was nowhere to be found, not even commissioning information peddlers to look for his missing godson.

The once-prosperous Savages had been completely wiped out, and the Market District, which had tended toward stability, would begin a new round of gang feuds.

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

Seeing Lumian withdraw his gaze, Lugano asked flatteringly:

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

He originally wanted to mention Cordu Village, but felt this was stimulating Lumian, so he used a larger concept, their common hometown, Leiston Province, to replace it.

"Look at fate's arrangement." Lumian 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 a dazzling technique.

"You draw, and see what fate has arranged." Lumian smiled and extended his right hand in front of Lugano.

This was too casual, right? Choosing the way to go to the Feynapotter Kingdom by drawing lots? Lugano was stunned for a moment. While a huge sense of absurdity welled up, 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.

Lumian nodded and said with a smile:

"Very good. 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 rule out wrong options or just playing a prank.

He filled his face with smiles again and said:

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

"No, go to the North Train Station." Lumian turned his head and glanced at the little boy Ludwig, who had been eating and eating without saying a word.

North Train Station? Lugano was increasingly dazed, unable to guess what his employer was trying to do.

Trier mainly had two steam train stations. One was Suhit, 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 they wanted to go to the Feynapotter Kingdom or Leiston Province, they certainly had to go to the Suhit Steam Train Station. How could they run to the north?

Since the employer had made a decision, Lugano couldn't question it and could only order 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 train tickets... Lugano thought while directing the coachman to park in a more remote place, half-turning his body to look at Lumian, preparing to make a suggestion.

What entered his eyes was an extremely unfamiliar face:

Flaxen short hair, brownish eyes, and other facial features without any memorable points, together constructing 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 they had encountered a surprise attack by official Beyonders and the employer had been quietly dealt with.

"Buy tickets to Gatti Port in the Upper Coastal Province." Lumian ordered calmly.

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

The employer indeed wanted to take a boat to the Feynapotter Kingdom, but not from Leseur 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, doing things against common sense might help him avoid potential dangers.

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

Lumian's gaze swept across the half-hidden carved wooden door, the table covered with a multi-colored tablecloth 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 only 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, the third-class seat was 30 Vergold, the second-class seat was 45 Vergold, the first-class seat was 60 Vergold, and the small compartment in the business area was 100 Vergold per person. And they weren't sold individually, the reason being to ensure the privacy of business guests, requiring that only him and his companions be in the compartment.

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

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

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

This could save Lumian a lot of trouble.

*Sigh*, the child always needs to eat something hot.

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

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

Amidst the *woo* of the steam whistle, Lumian sat down, listening to the *clatter-clatter* sound, watching the scenery on both sides move backward from slow to fast.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, this huge train, spraying white mist, drove away from that big metropolis through a "doorway" cut into the high wall.

A prosperous and noisy metropolis, flowing with desire, overflowing with happiness and pain.

Lumian 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 Dadel Town in the Foss region of the Upper Coastal Province.

On the platform, twenty or thirty men and women were already waiting, rushing toward different carriages. They didn't carry luggage, and their faces 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 Lumian's small compartment.

Lumian asked with interest, pushing open the window:

"Is something the matter?"

"Sir, want to have a drink? Want a warm and comfortable bed instead of a sofa?" The middle-aged man asked in Intisian with a heavy accent.

"A bar that comes with a hotel?" Lumian suddenly realized.

These seemed to be local merchants soliciting customers at the platform.

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

"Little frogs?" Lugano, sitting opposite Lumian, asked suspiciously.

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

"This is our Upper Coastal slang. It means, it means the same as your Trier little kittens."

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

So that's it... Lumian had guessed it long ago, but hadn't been entirely sure before.

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

"What good food is there?"

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

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

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

"Pervert!"

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

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

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

The expression of the soliciting middle-aged man changed, hiding a bit of indescribable fear.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 508 =====