Seeing the "slogan" on the wall, Lumian couldn't help but smile.
"In Trier, coffeehouses have a very special status. They are the starting point of riots, the holy place of conspiracy, and the source of scandals."
In the history of Intis, I don’t know how many riots started from the exchanges in coffeehouses, and I don’t know how many literary works and political conflicts fermented in coffeehouses.
Unlike the Kingdom of Loen next door, although Intis also has some closed clubs, they are relatively professional or high-end, and very few people can participate, whether they are former nobles, current congressmen, senior government officials, financiers, or bankers.
, industrialists, famous writers, newspaper editors, military generals, university professors and other high-ranking people in society all like to hang out in different cafes, enjoy the fun of chatting, and also show their people-friendly side. After all, the political slogan of the Republic and its internal and external policies
The erected image is "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity".
At the same time, banquets and salons were very popular throughout Trier. If an upper-class person did not hold a salon for a month, he would be suspected of family changes, economic crisis, and loss of political prospects.
One of the reasons why Aurore, who obviously likes this metropolis very much, did not come here is that artists such as writers, poets, painters and sculptors are like raised butterflies, flying among different parliamentarians, financiers, politicians and senior officials.
In the salon of officials, it seems that only by getting their recognition can the value of one's works be realized.
The combination of salon and cafe replaces most of the functions of the club.
In this system, pubs, beer halls, dance halls and coffeehouses have similar functions, but are far less important than the latter, and are more biased towards the lower class.
Seeing a guest coming in, a female waiter in a gray and white dress came over and asked with a smile: "Do you have a favorite seat, or have you made an appointment with a friend?" Lumian nodded: "Deck seat D
."
The female waiter led him to a corner.
Next to a window, you can see the botanical garden full of greenery and trees.
"What would you like to drink?" The female waiter put down a drink list wrapped in a brown cover.
Lumian picked it up and unfolded it, took a look at it, and was slightly surprised by the dazzling array of choices: "Fiermer coffee, plateau coffee, Lim espresso..." Xibe black tea, Marquis black tea, West Balan black tea?...
"Fruit ice water, frangipani water, ambergris lemonade, 'Venus' holy oil special drink..." Chaillot wine, red wine, rose dew wine, walnut liqueur, orange limoncello, cherry liqueur...
"Absinthe, aniseed absinthe, gin, bitter curacao, apple brandy, pomace brandy..." Sweet wine: Perfect Love, Barbarian Cream, Little Rose, Westerpal...
Considering that he would receive treatment from a psychologist later, neither alcohol nor caffeine was suitable for consumption. Lumian thought for a while and said: "Ambergris lemonade."
"Four Ricks." The female waiter asked again, "Do you need cake, bread or other food?"
"No need for now, I'll decide when my friend comes." Lumian looked around the Mason Cafe again and found that there were no customers at this time.
The people who came to the cafe for lunch left before half past two, and there was still more than an hour before tea time.
Not long after, the female waiter came over with a tray and placed an open glass filled with colorless liquid and a few slices of lemon on the table.
Lumian looked at the empty seat opposite the booth, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
The sweet fragrance of Danya reached his nose, and the refreshing and sweet sourness lifted his spirits.
Time passed by minute by second, and when he saw that the clock on the wall was about to reach the three-thirty position, Lumian couldn't help but turn sideways and look at the entrance of the cafe.
There were some green plants there, but no guests came in.
Just when Lumian looked back with slight disappointment, a gentle female voice of indistinguishable age came from the booth behind him: "I've arrived.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lumian. Li."
Lumian probably guessed that the other party did not want to communicate face to face, so he did not turn around and asked politely, lowering his voice: "Good afternoon, what should I call you? My voice is so low, can you hear me?"
"Hello, Ms. Susie."
For some reason, Lumian's mood became quite calm when facing the psychologist, and he lost his usual habit of making mental comments.
The next second, he felt a little familiar uneasiness for no reason.
"What's wrong?" Susie in the booth behind him asked softly.
Lumian thought for two seconds and did not hide his feelings: "I'm a little uneasy, it's a strange and familiar experience.
"Well, I should have had a similar feeling when I met an information dealer yesterday."
"I'm sorry, I habitually read your thoughts, which may be the source of your uneasiness.
"That's it..." Lumian was not angry.
In his opinion, if psychologists don't read their own thoughts, how can they treat them? Does it all rely on words?
He immediately frowned: "I know." Susie expressed her understanding, "Where is Anthony Reed from and what did he do before becoming an intelligence dealer?"
Susie was silent for a while before saying: "If he is really from the west coast of Jianhai, it is indeed possible that he is an Extraordinary of the 'Audience' pathway."
The "Audience" pathway... Lumian had read about this divine pathway in Aurore's wizard notes, but Aurore only knew that its corresponding sequence 9 was called "Audience". He had very strong observation ability and could
Interpret the true thoughts contained in various subtle expressions and body language.
It turns out that a certain sequence up the "Audience" path is "Psychologist"...
As soon as Lumian had this thought, he heard Susie correct her: "It's a 'psychiatrist'."
"This sounds more reassuring." Lumian smiled, "What sequence does Anthony Reed have?"
After knowing the other party's route, he believed that Anthony Reed should have recognized him at that time, and noticed the tension, worry and attempt to intimidate him.
"According to your description, he has at least Sequence 8." Susie gave her own judgment.
Lumian smiled and said: "It would be funny if he was really a "psychiatrist." He didn't even cure himself of the sequelae of battlefield trauma." "It's normal." The psychiatrist really suffered severe psychological trauma.
It is difficult to get out on your own, which often requires the help of another 'psychiatrist', and the treatment of a 'psychiatrist' is much more dangerous than normal. Once something is overlooked, it is easy to be infected with the kind of mental illness he suffers from. "
Susie briefly explained two sentences.
As the topic changed, and as the other party adopted a casual chatting attitude, Lumian's heart gradually became peaceful, and he no longer felt uneasy or nervous.
"Shall we start treatment?"
"Chatting is also part of therapy." Susie's gentle voice brought a hint of smile.
Seeing that the first stage of treatment was purely chatting, Lumian became more relaxed.
"I already knew it was a dream, but there were a lot of details I couldn't understand.
"Since it was my dream, why do I know the various abilities of the three official investigators? Why do I know so clearly the unique abilities of the priest and the shepherd?"
"Those three official investigators were forcibly pulled into your dream, which is equivalent to letting their subconscious get closer to your subconscious, presenting a semi-open state.
"They will actively participate in the dream and display all kinds of information they know. Even if they just think about it in their minds, your subconscious can sense it."
"Why do you know the abilities of the followers of the evil god? You should have some guesses, right? You are just not willing to face them?"
"Obviously, at some point before the destruction of Cordu Village, you saw Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry and others using their abilities, and you were not harmed by it.
Shadow, otherwise there will be a corresponding representation in the dream." From the analysis of that dream, what really leaves a shadow on you is the performance of Pualis' group.
"How do you think you saw those evil god believers display their abilities?" Susie's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the surface of Lumian's memory, causing the strong barrier to waver.
Lumian's face twisted slightly.
In the unconcealable pain, he felt several images emerge from the depths of his memory: it was the third floor of the administrator's castle, and it was a wall covered with blue and white transparent faces, but it was no longer Lain, Liya who was fighting.
and Valentine, but Guillaume Benet, Pierre Berry and Sybil Berry!