"Sirius hardly interacted with other people in the last two years of school, and he and I gradually became estranged. After graduation, we had no contact with him anymore."
Mrs. Lysa lowered her eyes, seeming to recall something bad.
"So, you don't know the content of Sirius' research or where he will go after graduation, right?"
Reiner originally thought that Mrs. Lysa would know Sirius, but he did not expect that there would be such a tangled relationship between the two. From this point of view, the subsequent story was easy to guess.
Because Sirius and Lysa became increasingly estranged, the two eventually separated, and the cheerful and outstanding Percival became Lysa's boyfriend. After graduation, the two got married and gave birth to Akko.
Of course, Reiner didn't know whether Director Percival had done any poaching, but the result and the process had nothing to do with Reiner's goal.
"Yes, my magic level is not very good. Although Sirius often talks about his research in front of me, except for some basics, such as Alberton's three laws, other things are very difficult for me. It’s too profound.”
Lady Lysa sighed, maybe she had never truly understood Sirius, and she didn't understand what kind of dazzling galaxy was inside that head.
On the contrary, Percival almost never talks about boring magic theories in front of Mrs. Lysa. He can always make his wife laugh, and he also understands what Mrs. Lysa needs. From this point of view, perhaps she and Percival It would be more suitable to be together.
"No one told Sirius when he left school. It wasn't until the next day that people found the school leaving documents in his dormitory. Sirius is from Trestan, but no one went to his home to look for him. I don't know why. , there is always a kind of resistance that is stopping me, maybe because I don’t want to see such an outstanding person now reduced to a poor state.”
Mrs. Lysa looked at her daughter Akko who was eating a big chunk of chocolate ice cream and said softly.
Perhaps more than that, Mrs. Lysa probably also felt a certain amount of guilt towards Sirius. After all, she abandoned Sirius in the end and turned to the arms of others. This sense of guilt also drove Mrs. Lysa to avoid meeting Sirius.
Reiner guessed that he had no intention of commenting on other people's emotional problems. He was just feeling a little emotional that the clues he had finally obtained were interrupted again.
If I want to find the whereabouts of Sirius Oldman again, I'm afraid I can only ask Percival, Sirius' former love rival.
However, before that, Reiner noticed a detail.
"Mrs. Lysa, you just said that Sirius is a native of Tristan, so do you know his home address?"
Tristan City is large, but compared to the entire continent, it is very small. It shouldn't be difficult to find one or two people, especially if you know the address and specific identity information.
"Well, I don't know if he has moved..."
Mrs. Lysa asked the waiter to borrow a pen and note, wrote an address on the paper, and handed it to Reiner.
"This is his address. I only heard him mention it once. Sirius doesn't seem to like going home. He usually stays at school."
After taking the note, Reiner took a look. If his memory was correct, it was an area north of Trestan that he had never been to.
"Then I'll take my leave. Thank you very much for telling me these things."
Reiner stood up, saluted Mrs. Lysa, and then touched the head of Akko, who had just finished eating chocolate ice cream. The little girl still had a smear of white cream on the corner of her mouth, and she licked it immediately. Know what just happened.
"Please wait, Mr. Iain Gray."
Mrs. Lysa stood up slowly. She hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"If you meet Sirius, please help me say sorry to him for not being able to support him."
Hearing Mrs. Lysa's words, Reiner shook his head.
"I think it's better for you to say this to him in person."
This response made Mrs. Lysa stand there as if she had been struck by lightning, unable to recover for a long time.
... ...
With the thought of getting there in one step, Reiner immediately hailed a carriage.
"Go to the north of the city, Engels Street on the north side of White Sail Avenue."
He threw a silver coin to the coachman. Logically speaking, the fare from Astor Academy of Advanced Magic to Engels Street only cost about fifty copper coins, so the coachman suddenly became happy when he got the silver coin. flower.
"Sir, sit still."
The carriage shuttled through the streets, and the coachman was not afraid of the hot summer weather. He spoke to Reiner while driving the carriage.
"My lord, Engels Street is not a nice place. How could someone as noble as you think of going there?"
"Not a nice place?"
Reiner became interested. Indeed, he had heard something about Tristan's situation before, including that the east of the city was the most developed and the north of the city was the least developed. But he didn't know much about Engels Street.
"It's full of beggars, thieves, robbers and promiscuous women. It's really chaotic. Sir, I think you'd better be careful."
The coachman was still frightened, as if he had suffered a loss there.
"thanks for your reminder."
Reiner nodded, and the carriage sped quickly, arriving at its destination soon.
Baifan Avenue was busy with traffic, but the street it extended from seemed much darker.
The shadows of the tall buildings next to the avenue blocked the sunlight on this street, making it as dark as dusk. Reiner stepped out of the carriage and saw several young people squatting on the street, playing with homemade knives. He glanced sideways at Reiner.
Deep in the street, people are wandering aimlessly. There is no hope in their eyes, as if they are lost in this city. Several people gather together and smoke cigarettes. You can vaguely see the gaps between the tobacco leaves. , red powder shines brightly.
In this corner of the glamorous city, I didn't expect such a degenerate street to exist. Reiner took out the note from his pocket and walked forward.
"Do you know this address?"
Reiner asked about a shop on the street. It was a butcher's shop that sold raw meat that had not gone bad. The boss had a long scar on his bald head and was holding a large kitchen knife in his hand. He looked particularly unusual. Horror.
"have no idea."
The boss said without looking at him and made a gesture of driving him away.
Reiner sighed softly, and then, beside him, several kitchen knives of different shapes that were originally inserted on the cutting board slowly floated up, facing the butcher shop owner.
The cold light reflected the boss's somewhat shocked face.
Reiner handed over the note in his hand and asked again with a smile.
"Do you know the address now?"