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Seeing the "slogan" on the wall, Lumian couldn't help but smile.
"In Trier, the café has a very special status. It is the starting point of riots, the sanctuary of intrigue, and the source of gossip."
In the history of Intis, I don’t know how many riots started from the communication in the cafe, and I don’t know how many literary works and political disputes fermented in the cafe.
Unlike the Loen Kingdom next door, although Intis also has some closed clubs, they are relatively professional or high-end, and there are very few people who can participate, whether they are former nobles, current members of parliament, or senior government officials, financiers, and bankers. People, industrialists, famous writers, newspaper editors, military generals, university professors and other high-level social leaders like to hang out in different cafes, enjoy the fun of chatting, and show their closeness to the people. After all, the political slogans of the Republic and internal and external The erected image is "Liberty, Equality, 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 among different parliamentarians, financiers, politicians, and high-ranking officials. In the salons of officials, it seems that only with their approval can the value of one's own 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..." Charlotte, light red wine, rose wine, walnut liqueur, orange limoncello, cherry liqueur...
"Absinthe, anisette vermouth, 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 away in disappointment, a gentle female voice of indistinguishable age came from the booth behind him: "I've arrived.
"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?"
"Hi, Ms. Susie."
In the next second, he inexplicably felt a little familiar uneasiness.
"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."
"Sorry, I read your thoughts habitually, this may be the source of your uneasiness.
"Is that so..." Lumian was not angry.
In his opinion, if psychologists don't read their own thoughts, how can they treat them? Is it all based on words?
He immediately frowned: "I know." Susie expressed her understanding, "Where did Anthony Rhett come from, and what did he do before becoming an intelligence dealer?"
Susie was silent for a while before she said: "If he is really from the west coast of Jianhai, it is indeed possible that he is a Beyonder of the 'spectator' path."
"Audience" path... Lumian had read about this path of God in Aurora's wizard notes, but Auror only knew that its corresponding Sequence 9 was called "Audience". The real thoughts contained in various subtle expressions and body language.
It turns out that a certain sequence above the "audience" path is "psychologist"...
As soon as Lumian had such a thought, Susie made a correction: "It's a 'psychiatrist'."
"This sounds more reassuring." Lumian smiled, "What sequence will Anthony Reed have?"
After knowing the other party's approach, he thought of Anthony. Rhett should have recognized himself then, and sensed his inner tension, worry, and trying to intimidate.
"According to your description, he has at least Sequence 8." Susie gave her own judgment.
Lumian said with a smile: "It would be fun if he was really a "psychiatrist", but he didn't even heal his post-traumatic trauma from the battlefield. "It's normal," a "psychiatrist" really suffers from serious psychological trauma, and it's hard to get out of it on your own. This often requires the help of another "psychiatrist", and the treatment of a "psychiatrist" is more than normal. There are many dangers, and once there is an omission, it is easy to be infected with the mental illness he suffers from." Susie explained briefly.
As the topic diverged, and as the other party put on a chat-like gesture, Lumian's heart gradually calmed down, and he no longer felt uneasy or nervous.
"Shall we start treatment?"
"Chatting is also part of the treatment." Susie's gentle voice was filled with a smile.
Seeing that the first stage of the treatment was pure chatting, Lumian became more relaxed.
"I already knew it was a dream, but there were a lot of details that I couldn't understand.
"Since it's my dream, why do I know the various abilities of the three official investigators, why do I know so clearly what unique abilities the priest and the shepherd each have?"
"Those three official investigators were forcibly pulled into your dream, which is equivalent to letting your subconscious mind approach your subconscious mind, presenting a semi-open state.
"They will actively participate in the dream, showing all kinds of information they know, and even if they just think about it in their minds, your subconscious mind can sense it."
"Why do you know the abilities of the believers of the evil god? You should have guessed it yourself? It's just that you don't want to face it?"
Hearing this, Lumian's eyelids jumped involuntarily.
"Obviously, at some point before the destruction of Kordu Village, you saw Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry and others using their abilities, and you were not harmed by it, leaving Shadow, otherwise there will be a corresponding appearance in the dream." From the analysis of that dream, it is the performance of Pouaris and his group that really left you with a shadow.
"How do you think you saw those evil **** believers using their abilities?" Susie's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the surface of Lumian's memory, shaking the solid barrier to a certain extent.
Lumian's face twisted slightly.
In the pain that could not be concealed, he felt a few images emerging from the depths of his memory: that was the third floor of the administrator's castle, that was the wall covered with bluish-white transparent faces, but it was no longer Lai En and Liya who were fighting. And Valentine, but Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry and Sybil Berry!