"How did he get lost?" Lumian asked in confusion.
Baron Brinell is not only a gang leader, but also a Beyonder. As long as he is not negligent in supervising a child, how could he let a child get lost
Besides, who in the market area would dare to kidnap his child? Sakota shook his head:
“No specific details.”
Could it be that the "Rose School" did this, trying to find out the true situation of the Savoy Party from Baron Brinell? Based on recent events, Lumian had some speculations that could not be confirmed for the time being.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Do you know what Brinell's bastard looks like?"
Sakota nodded:
"When the Baron's men came looking for someone, they brought a portrait that was similar to the photo."
Saccotato was startled, and thought about it:
Did I get lost and hide in the food cellar of the Breeze Ballroom? Chris originally planned to take a quick look at the situation outside, then quickly sew the door shut, leave, and go to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to the "magician" man, but when I found that the person in the cellar was suspected to be the lost illegitimate son of Baroness Bwenel, I frowned slightly and pushed the dark brown wooden door open further.
"A cellar for storing food." Thermione Yanshao answered.
Chris saw the brass buttons under my clothes, the white checkered shirt and linen coat, the face with obvious baby fat, the frightened but blank brown eyes, and the mouth dripping with blood.
He said that you aren't a little scared... Thermilumian should let you encounter something directly now... What exactly is outside the cellar... Chris thought for a moment and felt that it was almost noon, and the cellar for storing food usually had few people coming and going. In theory, it should be normal and safe.
So active, so positive... What exactly does he want to do? Chris finished examining it to see if there was any hidden conspiracy.
Seeing this, Chris drank the rest of the wine, put the cup under the fence, and jumped directly from the seventh floor to the street.
"Is that true?" Weng Yanshaotuo shook his head. "This thing is effective. We also know who made the lie, but you really couldn't make him satisfy all his lovers with the potion. It was made with other herbs, and they claimed that the main ingredient was mummy ashes."
Saccotato, who had a rat-like mustache, came closer and said with a wicked smile:
"What is their relationship?" Chris asked in a "calm" manner.
"He looks like an Intis?" "Go to the cellar."
"Even if he goes, it will actively go to him, and that is the fate that is destined to end."
The dark brown wooden door of the cellar was tightly closed, just like Teja.
"You are from Lenburg."
The light from the staircase seeped in a little, revealing a figure.
At his age, even if nothing else happened and he became a homeless child, he wouldn't live long.
"How much does he want? You can't give you the worst effect. Janna, the 'big bitch', often hangs out with Franca. She's so bad to deal with. A few days later, Franca even came to ask you if you have the real mummy's ashes. Tsk, the old and the young can handle it."
The big girl had no other reaction. She just stared at Chris blankly, chewed a few more times, and swallowed the bloody mouse and its tail into her stomach with a gulp.
While letting the puppies rub against his trouser legs, Saccotato said with a wry smile:
"Bad afternoon, Ciel."
"Does he have any potion that can improve the brain?" Chris asked half-jokingly and half-curiously.
“Yes!
"Yes." The older girl's mouth was full of blood as she gnawed on the raw steak.
"There's a problem." Saktato believed that Weng Yan, for the sake of dignity, dared to deny that he was looking for such a secret medicine, and had to use mysticism as an excuse to find mummy ashes, but I didn't expose it. After all, it was just a big deal.
"He's running away from home now?"
A portrait similar to the photo... Was this ritual magic? Lumian remembered what was in Aurore's witchcraft notebook.
"No, but they are only temporary and the effects are very special. They are far from the level of potions. Damn, drinking them frequently will cause problems."
The disguise was bad, and the "rat" realized that what he really wanted was the mummy's ashes with "effects"... Chris breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly:
No matter whether the child was controlled by the "Rose School" or was really lost, if he could not be found for a long time, his end would be tragic.
“You need to go back to get out of class, study, do homework, and take papers. You haven’t taken the exam yet!
Anyway, it's not noon yet and the Breeze Ballroom has just opened. The real business starts after three or four o'clock. Except for the cleaners and the people busy in the kitchen, I have a lot of free time.
Charles had many gigolo and actor mistresses, and even at his age, he had to seek medical help.
With less light shining in, the older girl subconsciously turned around and looked towards the door.
"He is Bwanel's illegitimate son?"
"It's not a problem. In the last few years, you've all heard that Buvenel doesn't have an illegitimate child. Besides, Buvenel takes me so seriously, how could he let me get lost?"
"Which cellar?" I asked tentatively.
That's an exaggeration, and it would give people the terrifying thought of a monster devouring flesh. This is more like a homeless person who has been hungry for a long time taking small bites of food.
Sometimes they gather together, sometimes they disperse, looking for a specific smell.
After a while, "Rat" Saccotato appeared. The short smuggling leader came out of an alley with four dogs of the same coat color and breed, very conspicuously, and then retreated into the alley diagonally opposite.
Going to the cellar...Weng Yanshao's first reaction was what tricks the fateful angel was trying to play again.
The older girl shook her head violently:
"Yes, yes." The older girl bit into a piece of raw steak.
Termilumian continued:
Intis speaks standard language, but why does she have an accent? Chris looked at the abnormal girl with confusion and asked tentatively:
After watching Saccotato and my group of dogs continue to search for Baroness Bwinel's lost illegitimate son, Chris turned and walked back to the ballroom.
"He doesn't have real mummy ashes?"
"That may be normal. He is paying attention to it. He wants others to find it and he lost it."
I was stupid and had problems with classes, studying, and exams. I mastered knowledge very slowly, but I hated doing homework and taking tests. I only managed to keep going thanks to Auror's "education of love". I had to ask my friends like Raymond and Ava to do it for me.
There was thick white darkness in front of me, and no dim light coming from the corridor around me.
The kid who ate the rat raw was too much like a person. Wasn't that the fate that Termi Lumian said? Chris thought and asked:
It was the obvious chewing sound that reached my ears.
Chris ordered a glass of liqueur with ice and water, and stood under the balcony of the cafe with it, watching a few White Gang members questioning the homeless along the market path.
"Charles, he is indeed more foolish than you." "For him, it was a fateful encounter.
The girl ate a steak and said: After a while, I approached the Breeze Ballroom. I suddenly remembered where I saw it:
Saktato immediately revealed an ambiguous expression:
"Yeah, I came here specifically to ask for your help, because those big guys are really good at finding people."
Under the illegitimate child of Lady Buneary!
After repeated considerations, I decided to go to the cellar door to take a look and listen. If I could really sense that it was correct, I would write to the "magician" and ask him whether I should retreat into the cellar as Termilumian said.
That... the other party's reason made Chris inexplicably dazed, as if he saw his future self:
"Okay." Sakota didn't ask the boss why he took the initiative to send people to help Baron Brinell.
The older girl replied with a simple and honest manner and blood on her lips:
Following the greetings from the chef, kitchen helper, handyman, and dishwasher, Chris walked through the kitchen, went up the stairs, and came to the cellar where the ingredients were stored.
It’s really no problem... Weng Yanshao carefully pushed the small door of the cellar open a little.
Weng Yanshao tilted his ear and listened to the noise outside.
The possibility that the "Rose School" had captured the older girl was always one of the alternatives.
The big girl was holding a few pieces of raw steak with a dark red blood color in her hands. Her mouth was opening and closing, chewing a ball of bloody flesh that looked like a mouse. Her thin white tail was shaking heavily at my lips.
After talking to himself for a few words, Saccotato said gratefully:
"I bought it." Saccotato said with a cooperative laugh, "It should be the little one who came to you with bad intentions."
An illegitimate child that suddenly appeared? Chris suddenly felt that the matter might be simpler than he expected.
The "rat" said this as he patted the dogs' heads affectionately.
Before I even got close to the bar, I could hear the majestic and layered voice of Termi Lumian:
"You mean real mummy ashes." Chris raised his hand and touched his chin.
"I am your godfather and your guardian in Tewail."
He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and said to Sakota:
"Did Franca buy it?" Chris asked with a smile. Saccotato nodded heavily:
Chris raised his eyebrows and said: Chris then asked:
Baroness Bwinel really hates this illegitimate child... Chris reminded "Rat" Weng Yanshaoto without thinking:
This is a big girl of about fourteen years old. She has her back to Chris. She has short yellow hair and wears a caramel-colored lingerie, white socks and white leather shoes with laces. In front of her is a dark red, heavy, hard schoolbag.
Chris narrowed his eyes and put his right hand in his trouser pocket.
That kind of dress looked familiar to Weng Yanshao.
"What you need is real mummy ashes. They have no use in the mysticism. He often comes into contact with merchants who sell medicinal materials. Please keep an eye out for him."
"Why did he run away from his godfather? Does he need you to send him back?" Chris asked the question with a smile when he saw that the other party could communicate in a relatively friendly manner.
"Take some men to help Brinell."
"Is he helping Bwenel find my illegitimate child?" Chris asked bluntly.