Chapter: 361

"No matter what method you use, gain the trust of Aosta Trull, and show that you also have extraordinary abilities at the right time."

Both the botanical garden and the observatory area are on the west side of the Candide Market area, next to each other, the former is to the south, and the latter is to the north, resting on the Serenzuo River.

Lumian read Ms. "Magician"'s reply repeatedly, memorized the corresponding place, time, and person's name, and then lit a match to burn the paper full of Intis' words.

After finishing all this, he went to the nearest bathroom to clean up his body briefly, then took out the "Fallen Mercury" wrapped in black cloth, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

The ceiling covered with traces of bedbugs caught his eyes, and the intermittent coughing, crying, and arguing echoed quietly in the room.

It didn't take long for the elopement couple to tell everyone they'd made up with intense movement and unabashed gasps.

In the street outside, rough voices sang bawdy songs, interrupted by gunshots, followed by cursing, the clattering of sticks, and the movement of sharp weapons into flesh.

Compared to Kordu village, the night here is very noisy.

At six o'clock in the morning in early May, the sky was still dark, and the red moon falling in the west and the stars in the sky sprinkled light, making the darkness thinner and revealing the outlines of nearby things.

Lumian woke up early, washed up a bit, put on yesterday's suit of formal clothes, put on a top hat with a wider brim, and tried to smile at the glass window that served as a mirror.

As he walked slowly down the stairs, hurried footsteps came from above.

Not long after, Charlie's figure appeared in Lumian's eyes.

He was still wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and lace-up leather shoes, but his ruddy face became a little paler, and his small blue eyes showed an unconcealable fatigue.

"Good morning, Charles." Seeing Lumian, Charlie greeted angrily.

His spirit is quite high.

"Shouldn't you have gone out early?" Lumian asked with a smile.

He didn't get up to wash when he heard the church bell ringing six o'clock, and Charlie should be out at six o'clock.

Charlie lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and muttered, "I drank too much last night, and I had a sweet dream, I don't want to wake up..."

While speaking, the two of them had already arrived at the first floor, walked through the dirty and dark hall, and walked towards the gate shining with stars.

It was an old couple who opened the door. They were both gray-haired, their backs were slightly bent, and they were about sixty years old.

They are short, men no more than 1.65 meters, and women under 1.6 meters. Whether it is a dark jacket or a yellowish sarong, they are all tattered and full of oil.

"Who are they?" Lumian thought it would be Mrs. Firth or the stingy hotel owner Mr. Eve who would open the door in the morning.

Charlie didn't slow down, and explained casually: "They get up very early every day, and Mrs. Firth entrusts them to open the door of the hotel. The reward is to ignore the fact that they made the room very dirty and smelly.

"Did you know? Since I moved in, they haven't changed their clothes. It's been seven months, seven months!" No wonder it's so dirty... Lumian can recall the state of his muscles when he was homeless, but the habit of cleanliness developed by Aurora still made him frown.

Charlie walked out of the gate of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" quickly, and asked suspiciously, "Charles, why do you get up so early?"

As the two came to the street, a lively scene immediately caught their eyes: many workers, employees, and coolies in gray or blue or black or brown clothes hurriedly walked, stopping from time to time to buy some food from street vendors.

Some of the women carrying wooden baskets were relatively less eager, walking back and forth between different vendors, comparing prices and quality.

Those peddlers scattered on both sides of the chaotic street, blocking half of the street, leaving only a space for a carriage to pass.

They shouted and tried to attract customers: "Sour, apple sour, two ricks a liter!"

“Freshwater fish in Bondi ponds!”