363 Studying Leads to Improvent
Lumian still vividly recalled the night he played King’s Pie. Nightmares haunted him repeatedly, and every ti, he found himself in an ancient beige castle, its surface tainted with the marks of ages-old blood, its interior a horrifying canvas of madness.
“Just rember to let Poufer choose first in situations like the King’s Pie ga, and you’ll be fine.”
But I’m no longer the sa person I used to be. Can I really depend on being the last to choose to avoid the problem when there’s the Blood Emperor’s aura corrupting my right hand? Lumian silently pondered for a mont before responding, “Yes, Commanding Officer.”
He then inquired, “Where is Red Swan Castle?”
He intended to scout the area when the opportunity arose. At the very least, he needed to pinpoint the location of the nearest cathedral.
“Quartier éraste, near Emperor Roselle’s Sumr Palace and the West Lognes Forest,” Gardner Martin replied succinctly.
Quartier éraste was designated as 17. In Roselle’s ti, it served as a suburban retreat for nobles and royalty, but now it was enclosed within the city walls, becoming one of Trier’s largest districts. Known as the barracks district due to its multiple army encampnts, it was situated in the northwest, boasting a national park, West Lognes Forest, a conference center, and nurous arsenals. Additionally, it was ho to the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun’s largest cloister in Trier, the Sacred Heart Cloister.
Lumian recalled a map of Trier he had seen and nodded in acknowledgnt.
“It’s near the square district.”
Emperor Roselle’s sumr palace wasn’t situated in Quartier éraste; it resided in the square district, nestled between West and East Lognes Forest.
Gardner Martin cast a glance at Lumian’s left hand.
“Why are you injured?”
Lumian smiled candidly and said, “I recently delved into the catacombs with a friend I t at a mysticism gathering and got injured.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Iron and Blood Cross Order had an interest in the underground world, possibly with spies lurking around the tombs. It was safer to focus the lie on sothing else. The Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society also doubled as a mysticism gathering, after all.
Gardner Martin nodded with approval.
“Avoid unnecessary explorations and risks in the future. They won’t bring you the mystical knowledge you seek, nor will they yield valuable items. Only danger, danger, and more danger awaits.”
Is that so? Does the Samaritan Won’s Spring count as a high-value item? Lumian inwardly criticized. Nevertheless, he earnestly agreed,”Yes, Commanding Officer.”
Had it not been for Madam Justice’s request, he would have had no inclination to venture into the catacombs’ fourth level.
Now, the odds drew closer to zero. He couldn’t help but wonder if he might stumble upon another of Amon’s tombs!
After bidding farewell to Gardner Martin, Lumian hopped onto a public carriage headed back to Avenue du Marché.
Amidst the rhythmic sounds of horses’ hooves and the carriage’s wheels, a sudden thought struck Lumian.
The Bliss Society only lost Charlotte Calvino and Susanna Mattise, the high priestess. There are still other mbers to contend with, such as Maipú yer, the forr manager of Théatre de l’Ancienne Cage à Pigeons, or the actresses who had once played lead roles there before departing.
I wonder if Susanna Mattise had divulged the details of the Tree of Shadow to these mbers. If she had, they would likely know that the high priestess’s true target was either , Ciel Dubois, or rather, Lumian Lee…
If that were the case, the Rose School of Thought and the Bliss Society might redirect their focus towards . That could spell trouble…
How annoying. I really wish I could eliminate every mber of the Rose School of Thought and the Bliss Society…
Towards the end, upon realizing the various negative effects on him, Lumian cursed inwardly before controlling himself.
If it weren’t for the Actors’ remarkable skill in disguise and concealing themselves, he might have seriously contemplated eliminating all mbers of the Bliss Society to eliminate any hidden threats.
He suspected that the Flog boxing gloves might have a miraculous effect on individuals with twisted desires, like those in the Bliss Society.
How should I find them? Lumian fell into deep thought.
Just then, as the public carriage pulled into a halfway stop, a passenger boarded.
It was a boy, around seven or eight years old, dressed in a white shirt and a miniature black formal suit with matching shorts. He wore white socks and black shoes, had short blond hair, and his brown eyes held determination. His chubby cheeks suggested he still had traces of baby fat.
Oh, isn’t this Baron Brignais’s godson, Ludwig? Lumian’s mood brightened as he smiled.
Almost simultaneously, Ludwig noticed him
and his expression turned to panic. He swiftly attempted to disembark from the carriage.
He was still carrying the heavy dark-red hard school bag.
Running away from ho again? Lumian thought as he stood up, alighting from the carriage ahead of schedule.
The boy had already disappeared from the vicinity of the stop sign.
He’s quite fast… Lumian identified the nearby footprints and calmly chose a direction.
Escaping a Hunter’s pursuit without addressing tracks promptly was nearly impossible.
After trailing the footprints for a couple of streets, Lumian turned into a secluded alley and approached a half-broken barricade that barely reached waist height. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he said, “Co out.”
Ludwig cautiously peeked his young face out from behind the barricade, a mixture of nervousness and resentnt evident in his voice as he said, “You swindler, stay away! If you co any closer, I-I’ll devour you!”
Lumian raised his right hand and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Why did you run away from ho again?”
Lumian couldn’t help but tease, “Yo, you’ve learned to curse. You’ve improved since last ti.”
He noted that Ludwig, even if his unusual appetite and eating habits were disregarded, seed more like a real child now compared to their previous encounter.
With this in mind, Lumian concluded, “This proves that studying is still useful.”
Ludwig was montarily taken aback and seed to forget to retort.
Lumian sized him up and said sincerely, “You weren’t born with a high IQ; in a way, you’re relatively less intelligent. But if you don’t study, do your howork regularly, and occasionally take exams to gradually improve your thinking abilities, I can guarantee that soone like could easily deceive you the mont you step outside, and you wouldn’t even realize how you fell for it.”
Ludwig muttered to himself in a daze, “Did I really improve? Is studying, doing howork, and taking exams really useful…”
You’re not born stupid, are you? Is your brain damaged? You believed just like that? I can’t even imagine what would happen to you if you were thrown at the Salle de Bal Unique’s entrance… As Lumian muttered inwardly, his smile remained unwavering.
“That’s right. If you find it too burdenso, talk to Brignais about reducing the amount of howork. There’s no need to run away from ho. Giving up on studying will only make you more foolish.”
At that mont, Lumian had a single prevailing thought:
It is better to keep such abnormal and brainless humans or humanoid creatures under the supervision of the orthodox Church.
However, wouldn’t the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom be too arrogant to think that Baron Brignais could control a fellow who ate everything he saw?
He has already escaped twice!
If he hadn’t encountered every ti, he would have caused trouble long ago!
Ludwig fell silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, “Will you negotiate for ?”
Lumian didn’t hesitate in his response, “No problem.”
Negotiating was sothing he was quite experienced in, especially when dealing with his sister.
“Then I’ll trust you again.” Ludwig hesitated for a mont before making up his mind.
He then flipped over the dilapidated barricade.
Don’t say that. It’ll only make feel like scamming you again… Lumian muttered and led Ludwig to the nearest public carriage stop.
On the way, he glanced at the boy’s filthy clothes and said, “Did you bring a change of clothes?”
“No.” Ludwig shook his head.
Running away from ho without any spare clothes? Lumian asked in amusent, “So, what’s in your bag? Food?”
Again, Ludwig shook his head, displaying a rather obedient attitude.
It’s not food or clothes… Lumian cast a puzzled glance at the dark-red hard school bag.
“It can’t be filled with books and papers, can it?”
“No either…” Ludwig suddenly shut his mouth.
What could it be? Lumian narrowed his eyes.
At that mont, Ludwig asked innocently, “Is there anything to eat?”
“No, we’ll eat when we return to Avenue du Marché,” Lumian replied rcilessly.
What a joke. With your appetite, why would I use my own money to treat you?
Disappointed, Ludwig let out a sigh and began sucking his finger, as if he wanted to take a bite out of it.
Fortunately, their destination, Avenue du Marché, wasn’t too far away. After another stop, they arrived, and Lumian spotted Baron Brignais waiting at the entrance of the usury company. The gentleman visibly relaxed upon seeing Ludwig.
“This can’t go on,” Lumian interjected before the other party could speak. “Do you think I’ll keep running into him every ti? Reduce his howork by half.”
Baron Brignais weighed the options for a mont. “Okay.”
Ludwig interjected in a hushed tone, “And add another dessert al.”
With the godfather and godchild relationship seemingly back to normal, Lumian bid them farewell and couldn’t help but wonder, Why did the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom send such an abnormal child to Trier?
…
In the hill district, in Deep Valley Town, in front of an old grayish-white house with only two floors, Valentine and Imre, now in possession of the brass key obtained from Celia Bello, stood behind the Deacon Angoulê with serious expressions.
According to the feedback from a Sealed Artifact, the brass key left behind by the mysterious entrustee of the gatekeeper’s disappearance pointed to this very building.
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