Chapter: 366
When the gas street lamps on both sides came on one after another, Aosta turned into a street covered with glass vaults and steel supports.
Brightly lit, full of high-end shops, smooth marble floors and bustling pedestrians, it is in stark contrast to the dilapidated alleys of the Candide Market area.
Is this the arcade Aurora mentioned?
Seeing Aosta stop in front of a store, Lumian slowed down and looked around while admiring the items in the window.
He quickly noticed some "abnormal" people: they were men or women, all dressed in suits, and they were leading turtles of different sizes.
The tortoises crawled slowly in front, and they walked slowly behind holding the rope. Seeing a man in a black formal suit and a silk top hat following the turtle and passing in front of him, Lumian couldn't help asking, "My friend, what are you doing?"
The man turned his head sideways, revealing a powdered face.
He smiled and replied, "Outlander, I'm just hanging out, walking a turtle."
"Why a tortoise?" Lumian didn't hide his confusion.
"Most people in Trier like to hang out, but they can't understand the meaning of leisure and the essence of elegance, and they always walk very fast and in a hurry." The real stroll is slower than the tortoise, so we walk the tortoise and let the tortoise walk in front to bring out our leisure.
"It's a yardstick for comparing walking speeds and a measure of elegance."
"As expected of a Trier!" Lumian clapped his hands in a mocking tone.
Unfortunately, the gentleman didn't understand what he really wanted to express. He smiled modestly and continued to follow the tortoise slowly.
Not long after, Aosta walked to the other end of the arcade.
Lumian waited for a while before putting it on slowly.
After leaving the arcade, Aosta stood under the nearby bus stop sign.
In just a few minutes, two horses drove over with a huge carriage.
This carriage is divided into upper and lower floors. The surface of the painted yellow carriage is written with "Line 7" and other words in Intis script. The driver wears a green short coat and a wide-brimmed rainproof hat.
As the carriage stopped, a conductor in a small cap, striped jacket and ugly trousers appeared at the open door, scrutinizing every passenger who tried to squeeze into the stagecoach with the eyes of a prisoner.
Aosta was the third to get in the car, sat in the seat by the window, and observed the pedestrians outside and the men and women who were seated one after another. Lumian watched from a distance, but did not approach.
He waited until the carriage on Line 7 was far away, then he quickened his pace and began to catch up with almost a trot.
With the relatively slow speed of this kind of public transportation and the rule that every stop must be stopped, Lumian is not afraid of being left behind.
On the way, some passers-by looked at the runner curiously, and a few even trotted along the street with Lumian, as if thinking that this was the latest trend.
Is there something wrong with your brain? Lumian couldn't help but laugh at this.
After chasing for three stops, he saw Austa Trull get off the public carriage, and this place already belonged to the Candide Market area.
Aosta crossed two streets, turned into the White Coat Street mentioned by Charlie, and entered the old off-white 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 watched the entrance and exit of the apartment from the corner of his eye.
"One copy for 11 copies." The owner of the newsstand reminded Lumian when he saw that Lumian only read but didn't buy.
What Lumian took was a copy of "Little Trierer", and he didn't care, took out two copper coins of 5 copets and one copper coin of 1 copet, and threw them on the other newspapers.