Chapter 119 Fashion Capital While "strolling" around the Honest Man's Market area in the morning, Lumian noticed that the citizens of Trier were quite casual, or even bold, in their clothing. On the one hand, this was reflected in the fact that some women's tops had very short sleeves, exposing their forearms, or their shoulders were hollowed out, revealing their collarbones. On the other hand, there were many strange costumes. In the Liege area, it is impossible for someone like Aosta, wearing a black robe and a hood, like a wizard in ancient legends, to walk openly on the street. He will inevitably be questioned by the police. But in Trier, passers-by on the street turn a blind eye to this. Because this is so common, all kinds of antique costumes emerge one after another. Osta Trull was obviously more cautious. He would turn around from time to time and look behind him to see if there were any suspicious people. However, Lumian was very far away from him, so far that they were out of each other's sight. Relying on the lingering, very faint smell of cheap perfume, Lumian followed Aosta all the way, walking through one street after another. As the gas street lamps on both sides lit up one after another, Aosta turned into a street covered by glass arches and steel supports. The bright lights, high-end shops, smooth marble floors and bustling pedestrian traffic here are in stark contrast to the shabby alleys in the Honest Market area. Is this the arcade Aurore mentioned? Lumian saw Aosta stop in front of a store and admire the items in the window. He also slowed down and looked around. He quickly noticed some people whose behavior was "abnormal": They were either men or women, all dressed in formal attire, and leading turtles of different sizes. The turtles crawled slowly in front, and they who held the rope walked slowly behind.
Seeing a man in a black suit and a silk hat following the turtle passing by him, Lumian couldn't help but ask: "My friend, what are you doing?" The man turned his head to one side, revealing a powdered face. He smiled and replied: "Stranger, I'm just wandering around, walking my turtle." "Why a turtle?" Lumian did not hide his confusion. The well-dressed gentleman seemed very happy to share his fashion philosophy and said with a smile: “Most people in Trier like to stroll around, but they don’t understand the meaning of leisure and the essence of elegance, and they always walk very fast and in a hurry. “Real strolling is slower than a turtle, so we walk like a turtle, letting the turtle walk in front of us to highlight our leisurely pace. “It’s a ruler for comparing walking speeds, and a measure of elegance.” Lumian had to admit that the people of Trier always opened the eyes of a country bumpkin like him from Cordu Village: Aurore can't even write a scene about walking a turtle in her novel! "As expected of a Trier!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone. Unfortunately, the gentleman did not understand what he really wanted to say. He smiled modestly and continued to follow the tortoise slowly. Soon, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade. Lumian waited for a while before slowly following. After leaving the arcade, Aosta stood under the sign of a nearby public carriage station. In just a few minutes, two horses pulled a huge carriage over. The carriage is divided into two floors. The surface of the yellow-painted carriage has words such as "Line 7" written in Intis. The coachman wears a green short coat and a wide-brimmed rainproof hat. As the carriage stopped, a conductor wearing a small hat, a striped shirt and ugly trousers appeared at the open door, looking at every passenger who tried to squeeze into the public carriage with a look as if he were a prisoner. Osta was the third one to get on the bus. He sat by the window and observed the pedestrians outside and the men and women who were sitting down one after another.
Lumian watched from a distance and did not approach. Only after the No. 7 Line carriage had moved away did he quicken his pace and almost jog to catch up. With the relatively slow speed of this public transportation and the rule of stopping at every station, Lumian was not afraid of being left behind. On the way, some pedestrians looked at the runner curiously, and a few even followed Lumian and jogged on the street, as if they thought this was the latest trend. Is there something wrong with your brain? Lumian was amused. After chasing for three stops, he saw Osta Trull getting off the public carriage, and this place was already the Honest Man's Market area. Osta crossed two streets, turned into the White Coat Street that Charlie mentioned, and entered the off-white, old apartment building with the number 20. Lumian stopped in front of a newsstand at the corner of the street, picked up a newspaper and began to flip through it casually. At the same time, he kept an eye on the entrance and exit of the apartment building. "11 copes a copy." The owner of the newsstand saw that Lumian was just looking but not buying, so he reminded him. Lumian was holding a copy of the Le Petit Trier newspaper, and without hesitation, he took out two 5-copek copper coins and one 1-copek copper coins and threw them on the other newspapers. The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet. Lumian continued reading the newspaper: "The council is discussing new pricing with the water company... “Valery criticized consumerism as a fetish… "..." "The greatest project in human history seeks collaboration..." This last advertisement gave Lumian a familiar smell: That was the aura that a prankster or a scammer couldn't conceal! While paying attention to the direction of the apartment, Lumian read the relevant content with great interest: “The future of mankind lies in the sea of stars, and the history of mankind is the history of courageous exploration. “In this era of rapid technological advancement, what we lack are pioneers of civilization, wise men with outstanding insight and foresight, and adventurers with courage as their charm. “Last time, we were trapped in the raging sea, this time, we are trapped in the atmosphere, but human civilization and human technology will surely overcome all difficulties and dangers and create a true future. “We want to work with all dreamers to build an interstellar bridge that will allow us to walk directly from the surface to the Red Moon. “Contact: Bill Patil. "Contact information: 2th floor, 9 Saint-Martin Street, 5nd District." Lumian found it more and more amusing, and began to reflect deeply on himself: As the prankster of Cordu Village, who grew up being influenced by Aurore's various wonderful ideas, he had never thought of such a crazy, outrageous and absurd idea. Moreover, those guys posted the advertisement confidently, as if they were sure that they could deceive a group of people. Do I still have unrealistic fantasies about the average intelligence of humans? Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm. Just then, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment building at 20 White Coat Street. The leader was a gentleman wearing a silk hat and a black suit, at least that was what he looked like. He had deep facial features, a mahogany pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring on his left hand that sparkled in the light. The several sturdy men surrounding the gentleman looked ferocious, some wearing canvas tops or dark jackets, like members of a gang.
When they disappeared into the entrance of the apartment, Lumian also walked over with the newspaper. When he got downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at the same time. A very faint and familiar kind of scent, it was the cheap perfume he put on Osta, a richer, sweeter one with a slightly wild and fishy smell. Musk perfume? The one on the man smoking a pipe? Lumian followed the scent all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment. Then he saw Osta Trull. The liar dressed as a wizard was surrounded by the group of people just now. The "gentleman" wearing a diamond ring tapped his forehead lightly with his mahogany pipe and smiled politely: “Don’t think you can get rid of us by moving. "Until all debts are paid, I will follow you forever like your shadow." Aosta said tremblingly: "I will have money soon, and I can pay you back part of it tomorrow!" "Very good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded. He then turned the pipe around and used the still burning part to poke Osta in the face. Osta shrank back in pain, but dared not cry out. The "gentleman" took back his pipe and said gently and politely: “It’s a little bit of interest. "If you don't pay it back tomorrow, I'll take one of your fingers." After saying this, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed politely: "See you tomorrow, my friend." Lumian, who was standing at the stairs, curled his lips and muttered to himself: "Are both humans and dogs learning from Hermann now?" With the popularity of Fors Wall's "The Great Adventurer" series, some people imitating Gehrman Sparrow appeared in both the northern and southern continents, and phrases such as "This is politeness" and "A gift or a curse" were widely circulated. When the group of people came over, Lumian lowered his head and made way, like an ordinary apartment tenant encountering gang members. The chaotic footsteps went down layer by layer, and soon there was no sound. Lumian then looked towards where Osta Trull was, and found that he had returned to his room and closed the wooden door. After a brief thought, Lumian moved his gloved left palm, pressed the hat on his head, walked out of the stairs and came to Aosta's door. Bang, bang, bang! He raised his hand and slammed the door. After a while, Aosta opened the door in fear and shock, and said tremblingly: "I really need that money tomorrow..." He stopped talking before he finished, Lumian clearly reflected in his eyes. Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile: "Surprise?" "You, you, you..." Osta stepped back as if he had seen a ghost.
Lumian followed him into the room and said to Osta Trull with a smile: "I really want to forget the pain of the past, but I am also a cautious person. I am afraid of being cheated of money and laughed at as a fool." PS: Please give me a monthly ticket for the second update, and I will update it at the same time~ (End of this chapter)