Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

Because this is so common, all kinds of antique costumes emerge in endlessly.

Aosta. Trull was obviously more cautious, and from time to time he would suddenly turn around and look behind him to see if there was anyone acting suspiciously, but Lumian was far away from him, so far that both parties were out of sight of each other.

Relying on the lingering, very weak smell of inferior perfume, Lumian followed Aosta through street after street.

As the gas street lights on both sides came on one after another, Aosta turned into a street covered with glass vaults and steel supports.

It is brightly lit, full of high-end shops, the floors are paved with smooth marble, and bustling with pedestrians, in sharp contrast to the shabby alleys in the Candide Market area.

Is this the arcade that Aurore mentioned?

Lumian saw Aosta stop in front of a store, admiring the items in the window, and slowed down to look around.

He soon noticed some people with "abnormal" behavior: they were men or women, all dressed in formal clothes, holding turtles of different sizes.

The turtles crawled slowly in front, while they holding the rope walked slowly behind. Seeing a man wearing a black formal suit and a silk top hat following a turtle past him, Lumian couldn't help but ask, "My friend, what are you doing?"

The man turned his head to the side, revealing a powdered face.

He smiled and replied: "Outlander, I was wandering around, walking my turtle."

"Why turtle?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.

"Most Trier people like to wander, but they cannot understand the meaning of leisure and the essence of elegance. They always walk very fast and in a hurry." Real wandering is slower than a tortoise, so we walk the tortoise and let The turtle walked in front, highlighting our leisurely pace.

“It’s a ruler for comparing walking speed and a measure of elegance.”

"As expected of a Trier!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone.

Unfortunately, the gentleman did not understand what he really wanted to express. He smiled modestly and continued to follow the turtle slowly forward.

Not long after, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade.

Lumian waited for a while and then slowly put it on.

After leaving the arcade, Aosta stood under the nearby bus stop sign.

Within a few minutes, a huge carriage pulled by two horses drove over.

The carriage is divided into upper and lower floors. The yellow-painted carriage has words such as "Line 7" written in Intis script on the surface. The driver wears a green short coat and a wide-brimmed rain-proof hat.

As the carriage stopped, a conductor wearing a cap, a striped jacket and ugly trousers appeared at the open door, looking at every passenger who tried to squeeze into the public carriage with the eyes of a criminal.

Aosta was the third to get on the bus and sat by the window, observing the pedestrians outside and the men and women taking their seats one after another. Lumian looked at it from a distance and did not get closer.

When the carriage on Line 7 was far away, he quickened his pace and started to catch up at almost a trot.

With the relatively slow speed of this kind of public transportation and the rules of stopping at every stop, Lumian was not afraid of being thrown away at all.

On the way, some pedestrians looked at the runner curiously, and a few actually followed Lumian as he jogged on the street, seemingly thinking that this was the latest trend.

Is there something wrong with your brain? Lumian laughed and laughed at this.

After chasing for three stops, he saw Ostatrull stepping off the public carriage, and this place already belonged to the Candide Market area.

Aosta crossed two streets, turned into the White Coat Street that Charlie mentioned, and entered the off-white old apartment with house number 20.

Lumian stopped in front of a newsstand at the corner of the street, picked up a newspaper, and flipped through it casually.

At the same time, he paid attention to the entrance and exit of the apartment with the corner of his eye.

"11 copies." The owner of the newsstand reminded Lumian when he saw that he didn't want to buy it.

Lumian was holding a copy of "Le Petit Trier", and he didn't care. He took out two 5 kopecks and one 1 kopeck copper coin and threw them on other newspapers.

The owner of the newsstand suddenly became quiet.

Lumian continued to read the newspaper: "The city hall is discussing a new price plan with the water company..." Valery criticized consumerism as a fetish...

"..."

"The greatest project in human history seeks collaboration..."

The last advertisement made Lumian smell a familiar smell, the smell of a prank or a scammer who couldn't hide it!

While paying attention to the direction of the apartment, Lumian read the corresponding content with great interest: "The future of mankind lies in the sea of ​​stars, and the history of mankind is the history of courage to explore." In the contemporary era of crazy advances in various technologies, what we lack He is a pioneer of civilization. What he lacks is a wise man with outstanding insight and forward-looking vision. What he lacks is an adventurer whose courage is his charm.

"Last time, we were trapped in the violent 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 real future." We want to cooperate with all dreamers , build an interstellar bridge that will allow us to walk directly from the surface to the interstellar bridge on the red moon.

"Contact: Bhil Patil.

"Contact: 5th floor, 9 rue San Martin, district 2."

The more Lumian watched, the funnier he became, and he reflected deeply on himself: As the prank king of Kordu Village, someone who grew up under the influence of Aurore's various wonderful ideas, he had never thought of something so crazy and outrageous. Such a ridiculous idea, and those guys confidently advertised it, seemed sure to deceive a lot of people.

Do I still have unrealistic illusions about the average human IQ?

Lumian touched his chin with his gloved left palm.

At this moment, he saw a group of people walking towards the old apartment building at No. 20 White Coat Street.

The leader was a gentleman wearing a silk top hat and a black formal suit, at least in appearance, he had a deep profile, a mahogany-colored pipe in his mouth, and a diamond ring shining brightly in the light on his left hand.

The several strong men surrounding this gentleman looked fierce, either wearing canvas tops or dark jackets, like members of a gang.

After they disappeared at the entrance of the apartment, Lumian walked over with the newspaper.

When he got downstairs, he smelled several perfumes at the same time.

One is very dull and familiar, it is the inferior perfume he put on Aosta. The other is more fragrant, sweet, with a slightly wild and fishy smell.

Musk perfume? The one on the man smoking the pipe just now? Lumian followed the smell all the way up to the fifth floor of the apartment.

Then he saw Aosta. 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 a mahogany-colored pipe and smiled politely: "Don't think you have moved. can get rid of us.

"Until all debts are paid, I will follow you forever like your shadow."

"I will have money soon, and I can pay you back some of it tomorrow!"

"Very good." The "gentleman" smiled and nodded.

He then turned the pipe around and struck Aosta in the face with the still-burning part.

Aosta shrank back in pain, but did not dare to scream.

“It’s a little bit of interest.

"If you don't come back tomorrow, I will take one of your fingers away."

After saying that, he pressed his hand on his chest and bowed politely, "See you tomorrow, my friend."

Lumian at the top of the stairs curled his lips and muttered to himself, "Are people and dogs now imitating Hermann?"

With Fors. Due to the popularity of Wall's "Adventurer" series, some imitators of Hermann appeared in both the northern and southern continents. Among Sparrow's people, sayings such as "Is it politeness" and "A gift or a curse" are widely circulated.

When the group of people came over, Lumian lowered his head and moved out of the way, like an ordinary apartment tenant meeting a gang member.

The sound of chaotic footsteps went down layer by layer, and soon there was no movement.

Lumian then looked at Aosta. Trull was there and found that he had returned to the room and closed the wooden door.

After thinking for a moment, 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 patted the door panel.

Lumian opened his arms and asked with a bright smile: "Surprise?"

"You, you, you..." Aosta backed away as if he had seen a ghost.

Lumian followed into the room and smiled at Aosta. Trull said: "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 being laughed at as a fool."

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