Chapter 313 Encounter "How did he get lost?" Lumian asked in confusion. Baron Brinell is not only a gang leader, but also a Beyonder. As long as he is not negligent in supervising a child, how could he let a child get lost? Besides, who in the market district would dare to kidnap his child? Sakota shook his head: “No specific details.” Could it be that the "Rose School" did this, trying to find out the true situation of the Savoy Party from Baron Brinell? Based on recent events, Lumian had some speculations that could not be confirmed for the time being. He thought for a while and said: "Do you know what Brinell's bastard looks like?" Sakota nodded: "When the Baron's men came looking for someone, they brought a portrait that was similar to the photo." A portrait that looked similar to the photo... Was this a ritual magic? Lumian remembered what was in Aurore's witchcraft notebook. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and said to Sakota: "Take some men to help Brinell." No matter whether the child was controlled by the "Rose School" or was really lost, if he could not be found for a long time, his end would be tragic. At his age, even if nothing else happened and he became a homeless child, he wouldn't live long.
"Okay." Sakota didn't ask the boss why he took the initiative to send people to help Baron Brinell. Anyway, it's not noon yet and the Breeze Ballroom has just opened. The real business starts after three or four o'clock. Except for the cleaners and the people busy in the kitchen, everything else is free. Lumian ordered a glass of rum with ice and water and stood on the balcony of the cafe, watching several gang members questioning the homeless along the market avenue. After a while, "Rat" Christo appeared. This short smuggling leader came out of an alley very conspicuously with seven or eight dogs of different fur colors and breeds, and then entered the alley diagonally opposite. Soon, he approached the Breeze Ballroom. Seeing this, Lumian drank the rest of the wine, placed the cup on the fence, and jumped directly from the second floor to the street. Kristo, who had a pair of rat-like whiskers, came closer and said with a flattering smile: "Good morning, Charles." "Are you helping Brinell find his illegitimate child?" Lumian asked bluntly. Christo nodded slightly: "Yes, he came to me specifically to ask for help, and it just so happens that these little guys are very good at finding people." The "rat" said this as he patted the dogs' heads affectionately. Sometimes they gather together, sometimes they disperse, looking for a specific smell. Baron Brinell really likes that illegitimate child... Lumian reminded "Mouse" Kristo thoughtfully: "This may be an anomaly. You should be careful. Don't get lost before you find the person." The possibility that the "Rose School" had captured the little boy was always one of the alternative options. Christo was startled, and after thinking carefully, he said: "It is a bit problematic. In the past few years, we have never heard that Brinell has such an illegitimate child. Moreover, Brinell values him so much, how could he let him get lost?" An illegitimate child that suddenly appeared? Lumian suddenly felt that this matter might be more complicated than he expected. After talking to himself for a few words, Christo said gratefully: "Charles, you do have more brains than I do." "Don't you have any potion that can improve your brain?" Lumian asked half-jokingly and half-curiously.
As Kristo let the big dogs rub against his trouser legs, he smiled awkwardly: "Yes, there are, but they are all temporary and the effects are average. They are far from the level of potions. Damn, drinking them frequently will cause problems." Lumian asked: “Do you have real mummy ashes?” Christo immediately revealed an ambiguous expression: "How much do you want? I can give you the best. That 'little bitch' Janna often hangs out with Franca and is not so easy to deal with. A few days ago, Franca even came to ask me if I had real mummy ashes. Tsk, the boss can't stand it anymore." Charles also had many mistresses who were dancers and actresses. No matter how young they were, they had to seek help from drugs. “I mean real mummy ashes.” Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin. "No." Krystal shook his head. "That thing has no effect. I don't know who made up the lie, but I do have a potion that can satisfy all your lovers. It is made with other herbs, and it is claimed that the main ingredient is mummy ashes." "Did Franka buy it?" Lumian asked with a smile. "I bought it." Kristo said with a cooperative laugh, "The boss must be too embarrassed to come to me." The disguise was very good, and the "rat" didn't realize that what he really wanted was the mummy's ashes that had no "effect"... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "What I need is real mummy ashes. They have their own uses in mysticism. You often come into contact with merchants who sell medicinal materials. Please keep an eye out for me." "No problem." Christo suspected that Charles was trying to save face by not daring to admit that he was looking for that secret medicine, and had to use mysticism as an excuse to find the mummy's ashes, but he didn't expose him. After all, it was just a small matter. After watching Christo and his pack of dogs continue their search for Baron Brinell's lost illegitimate son, Lumian turned and walked back to the ballroom. Before he even got close to the bar, Thermipolos's majestic and layered voice rang in his ears: "To the cellar." Go to the cellar... Lumian's first reaction was what tricks this fateful angel was up to. "Which cellar?" he asked tentatively. "A cellar for storing food." Thermipoulos answered. So proactive, so positive... What exactly does "He" want to do? Lumian began to examine whether there was any hidden conspiracy. Thermipoulos continued: "For you, this is a fateful encounter. "Even if you don't go, it will come to you on its own initiative. This is the fate that is destined to happen." What you said makes me a little scared... Thermipolos shouldn't let me face direct danger now... What on earth could be in the cellar... Lumian pondered for a moment and felt that it was almost noon, and the cellar for storing food usually had plenty of people coming and going, so theoretically there shouldn't be any abnormalities or dangers. After repeated considerations, he decided to go to the cellar door to take a look and listen. If he really sensed something was wrong, he would write to the "magician" lady to ask whether he should enter the cellar as Thermipol said. Amid the greetings from the chef, kitchen helper, handyman, and dishwasher, Lumian walked through the kitchen, went down the stairs, and came to the cellar where the ingredients were stored. The dark brown wooden door of the cellar was tightly closed, as usual. Lumian tilted his ear and listened to the noise inside. A faint chewing sound reached his ears. This is not an exaggeration, and it will not give people the terrible speculation that a monster is devouring flesh. It is more like a homeless person who has been hungry for a long time chewing food in big mouthfuls. There really is a problem... Lumian carefully pushed the cellar door open a little.
The light from the staircase seeped in a little, revealing a figure. He was a little boy of about seven or eight years old, with his back to Lumian. He had short yellow hair and wore a caramel-colored jacket, white socks and black leather shoes without laces. Behind him was a dark red, heavy hard schoolbag. This outfit looked very familiar to Lumian. He instantly remembered where he had seen it: On the bastard son of Baron Brinell! Did he get lost and hide in the food cellar of the Breeze Ballroom? Lumian originally planned to take a quick look inside, then quickly close the door, leave here, and go to the Golden Rooster Inn to write a letter to Ms. Magician. But when he found that the person in the cellar was Baron Brinell's lost illegitimate son, he frowned slightly and pushed the dark brown wooden door open further. More light shone in, and the little boy subconsciously turned around and looked towards the door. Lumian saw the brass buttons on his clothes, the black and white checkered shirt and linen jacket, the face with obvious baby fat, the brown eyes that were not panicked but blank, and the mouth that was bleeding. The little boy held a few pieces of raw steak with a dark red blood color in his hands. His mouth kept opening and closing, chewing a ball of blurry flesh that looked like a mouse. The thin black tail was wagging gently at his lips. Lumian narrowed his eyes and put his left hand in his trouser pocket. The little boy didn't react at all. He just stared at Lumian blankly, chewed a few more times, and swallowed the bloody mouse and its tail into his stomach with a gulp. Lumian raised his eyebrows and said: "Are you Brinell's illegitimate son?" "No." The little boy bit into a piece of raw steak. "So what is your relationship?" Lumian asked in a "peaceful" manner. After eating some raw steak, the little boy said: "He was my godfather and my guardian in Trier." Intis speaks standard language, without much of an accent... Lumian looked at this unnatural little boy with doubt, and asked tentatively: "Are you running away from home now?" "Yes." The little boy's mouth was full of blood from chewing the raw steak. Behind him was a thick darkness, and around him was a dim light coming from the corridor. "Why did you run away from your godfather? Do you need me to send you back?" Seeing that the other party could communicate in a relatively friendly manner, Lumian asked the question with a smile. The little boy shook his head violently: "don't want! "I don't want to go back to class, study, do homework, do papers, and take exams!" This... the other party's reason made Lumian inexplicably dazed, as if he saw his past self: He is smart and has no problem attending classes, studying and taking exams. He masters knowledge quite quickly, but he really doesn't like doing homework and taking tests. He only managed to persevere with the help of Auror's "education of love". He wishes he could ask his friends like Raymond and Ava to do it for him. Is this child who eats raw mice and doesn't look like a normal person the fate that Thermipolos mentioned? Lumian thought and asked: "You don't seem to be from Intis?" The little boy replied with a simple and honest temperament and blood on his mouth: "I'm from Lenburg." (End of this chapter)