Chapter: 392

Unlike the kingdom of Ruen next door, although Intis also has some closed clubs, there are very few people who can participate in relatively professional or high -end. Whether it is the former noble, the current members of the government, the financialist, the banker, the industry writer, the editor -in -chief of the newspaper, the army professor, the university professor, etc., they all like to have different cafes and enjoy the fun of gossip. After showing the side of the people, after all, the political slogan of the Republic and the image erected internally and outside are "freedom, equality, and fraternity."

At the same time, banquets and salons were very popular throughout Trier. If any high-class person did not hold a salon for a month, he would be suspected of family accidents, or economic crisis, and lost political prospects.

One of the reasons why Aurora, who obviously likes this metropolis very much, does not come here is that artists such as writers, poets, painters, and sculptors are like butterflies that are being fed, flying in the salons of different congressmen, financiers, politicians, and senior officials. It seems that only with their approval can the value of their works be realized.

The combination of salon and cafe has replaced most of the functions of the club.

In this system, taverns, beer halls, dance halls, and cafes played similar roles, but they were far less important than the latter, and were more inclined to the lower class.

Seeing a guest coming in, a female waiter in a gray and white dress greeted her and asked with a smile, "Do you have a seat you like, or have you made an appointment with a friend?" Lumian nodded: "Seat D .”

The female waiter led him to a corner.

It is next to a window, which can see the green and tree-lined botanical garden.

"What would you like to drink?" The female waiter put down a wine list wrapped in a brown envelope.

Lumian picked it up and unfolded it, glanced at it, and was a little surprised by the dazzling array of choices: "Filmer coffee, highland coffee, Lim espresso..." Xibo black tea, Marquis black tea, West Balam black tea? ...

"Fruit ice water, frangipani water, ambergris lemonade, 'Venus' holy oil special drink..." Chariot, light red wine, rose wine, walnut liqueur, orange limoncello, cherry liqueur...

"Absinthe, aniseed absinthe, gin, bitter curacao, apple brandy, grape pomace..." Dessert wines: Perfect Love, Barbarian Cream, Petite Rose, Wester Palot...

Considering that he will be treated by a psychologist later, neither alcohol nor caffeine is suitable for consumption, Lumian thought for a while and said, "Amberra Lemonade."

"Four Ricks." The female waiter asked again, "Do you need cake, bread or other food?"

"Not for the time being, I will decide when my friend comes." Lumian looked around Mason Cafe again and found that there were no customers at this time.

Those who came to the cafe for lunch left before 2:30, and there was still more than an hour before tea time.

Not long after, the female waiter came over with a tray and put an open glass filled with a colorless liquid with a few slices of lemon floating on the table.

Lumian looked at the empty seat opposite the booth, picked up his cup, and took a sip.

The elegant and sweet scent entered his nostrils, and the refreshing sourness lifted his spirits.

Time passed by, and seeing that the wall clock on the wall was about to reach half past three, Lumian couldn't help turning his body sideways and looking at the entrance of the cafe.

There were some green plants, but no guests came in.

Just when Lumian looked back in disappointment, a gentle female voice of indistinguishable age came from the booth behind him: "I'm here.

"Good afternoon, Lumian. Mr. Lee."

Lumian probably guessed that the other party didn't want to communicate in person, so he didn't turn around, lowered his voice, and asked politely: "Good afternoon, what should I call you? My voice is so low, can you hear me?"

"Hello, Miss Susie."

For some reason, when Lumian faced the psychologist, his mood became quite peaceful, and he no longer had the usual habit of commenting in his heart.

In the next second, he inexplicably felt a little familiar anxiety.

"What's wrong?" Susie in the booth behind him asked softly.

Lumian thought for two seconds, without hiding his feelings: "I'm a little uneasy, it's a strange but familiar experience.

"Well, I should have had a similar feeling when I met an intelligence dealer yesterday."