Chapter: 363

It is also called the sans-culottes party area, because there are large factories to the south of the botanical garden.

In this way, Lumian spent nearly a morning walking around all the streets in the Candide Market area. Near noon, he returned to the vicinity of Suhit Railway Station, intending to find a place to have lunch, and then went to find the man named Aosta near the catacombs. Trull's false wizard.

While walking, Lumian saw Ruhr and Michelle, who also lived in the Golden Rooster Hotel.

They were holding stacks of the treats in sealed paper sachets and selling them to groups of suspected outlanders. As soon as Lumian approached, Ruhr, who had gray hair, ragged clothes, and many wrinkles, approached him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want a photo of a street college beauty?"

"What is a street school beauty?" Lumian didn't hide his doubts and resistance to Ruhr's stink.

Ruhr shook the paper bag as thin as an envelope in his hand, and explained in a low voice: "In Trier, those beautiful girls who act as mannequins for painters are called academic beauties'.

"Later, when they had cameras and photographers, they would also take some photos. You know, some of those photos were sold to painters as a reference for painting, and some..."

Ruhr immediately showed an ambiguous smile, and shook the paper bag in his hand again: "4 Ricks, one piece, two photos!

"Others sell more than 10 Ricks!"

Lumian laughed: "Mr. Ruhr, Mrs. Michelle, these are the souvenirs you sell to tourists."

Hearing Lumian yelling their names, Ruhr and Michelle turned their faces and tried to escape, but Lumian's hand was a step faster and directly pressed Ruhr's shoulder.

Seeing that her husband failed to keep up, Michelle, who squeezed into the crowd, returned here with a bitter face.

"I also live in 'Golden Rooster Hotel', my name is Shire. "Lumian introduced himself.

The Ruhr couple finally understood why the other party knew them, and they were slightly relieved. They looked at Lumian with pleading eyes and said, "What's the matter with you, Mr. Shire?"

"What kind of photos are you selling?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ruhl timidly replied: "Scenery photos of the Serenzo River, and photos of various castles and palaces in Trier."

"No one troubles you?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Ruhr swallowed his saliva and said, "The people who bought it didn't dare to dismantle it on the spot, and they didn't dare to come to us afterwards. They were very guilty."

"Besides, the police won't take care of you if you sell landscape photos." Lumian nodded. "Is there really someone who sells photos of street college beauties?"

Mrs. Michelle, who also had wrinkles on her face and a stooped body, muttered, "We used to have a mannequin in the hotel, but he hasn't shown up recently. Maybe he became the mistress of some painter, or maybe he was caught as a street school girl..."

The guests of the Golden Rooster Hotel are really diverse... Lumian asked with interest: "How much can you make a week by tricking foreigners into buying photos?"

"We sell it very cheaply, about 10 Felkins." Ruhr replied with a slightly evasive look.

It seems a bit more than 10 Filkins, but not much more, as 12 Filkins, which is 1200 Coppets, 240 Ricks... 60 fools per week?

Lumian looked around the square in front of the station, expressing contempt for the average IQ of humans here.

Ruhr and Michelle took great risks to deceive people, and they only paid about 50 Filkin a month, which is far inferior to trainee waiters or even coolies.

Looking at their slightly hunched backs, thin bodies, and wrinkled faces, Lumian roughly understood that it might not be that they didn't want to do more decent and well-paid jobs, but that they couldn't do them.

With a wave of his hand, he left the Sushit steam train station and walked towards the observatory area in the northwest direction.

The main entrance of the catacombs is in the Purgatory Square near the Intis Observatory. The building containing the entrance is supported by pillars, and the height is a dome full of stone carvings, like a shrunken memorial hall or the ground of a huge mausoleum. part.

When Lumian arrived, there were already 20 or 30 people gathered by the downward stairs. They were dressed in different clothes, but they were all dressed in more formal clothes, including men and women.

Standing in front of these people was a man in his thirties wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He had slightly curly brown hair, a bushy beard, slightly upturned corners of his eyes, and held an unlit iron-black calcium carbide lamp in his hand.