Which was real, which was fake?

After briefly explaining why he chose his current seat, Buller looked up at Lumian and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I didn't expect you to fire directly."

Lumian touched the Revolver on his right and smiled slightly, "It seems the people you've encountered before have all been law-abiding citizens."

Having endured several beatings to develop his current habits, Buller instinctively wanted to refute, but after comparing the previous beatings with the current one's behavior, he felt that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for "Grimace" magazine, has survived to this day!

"Aren't you afraid of the Police?" Buller glanced sideways at the Waiter was holding the menu and drinks list but hesitated to approach. "Firing a gun in a place like this is no small matter; someone has probably already called the police."

Lumian smiled:

"Therefore, we need to hurry."

As he spoke, he picked up his Pistol, rolled out the cylinder, and, right in front of Buller, fired a bright yellow bullet into the empty space.

"I'd like to know which Courtesan have left City Wall Street and this glamorous world in the last two months," Lumian asked, speaking at a measured pace.

Buller instinctively shook his head:

"They can't be considered true Courtesan. Those Lady all have their own luxurious residences and steady, high-status Lover, frequent high society, and can influence a certain industry or policy with just their words. These women are just Courtesan trainees."

"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian didn't care at all about the specific definition of "Courtesan."

Buller glanced at the Revolver in his hand and said in recollection, "Four of them. Little Jorna married a Loen merchant and went to Backlund. ' White Vase ' Sophie became the Lover of Deputy Battiste and started attending some high-society dinners and salons, hoping to become a real Courtesan. ' Dewdrop Rose ' Marie suffered from mental illness and disfigured her face with scissors one morning and was sent to Asylum. ' Spice Beauty ' Pauline suddenly disappeared from City Wall Street, as if she was taken away by someone of importance."

As Buller recounted his story, he saw That One handsome Villain in front of him, who was quick to fire a gun at the slightest provocation, take out Note Paper and a fountain Fountain Pen and begin taking Recording diligently.

He swallowed hard and continued, "I ran into Pauline on Vincent Street a while ago. She's doing really well; she has a carriage, maids, valet, and Butler."

Unfortunately, I was busy with other things at the time and didn't find out exactly where she lived.

Vincent Street... Lumian remembered that this was one of the five streets that Franca had Divination, the furthest from City Wall Street, and a rather quiet, upscale neighborhood.

Based on Buller's description, he initially suspected that Pauline had become Guillaume Béné's Lover.

For a wanted criminal, directly keeping a potential Courtesan is definitely safer than frequently visiting the City Wall Street. Guillaume Béné is a smart and capable man; he is currently only experiencing heightened sexual desire and is more prone to hunger. He hasn't become an idiot and completely unable to control himself, so he will inevitably choose the less risky option.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the Café, and three Police were quickly approaching the door.

Lumian calmly put on his dark blue Flat Cap, put away his Note Paper and fountain Fountain Pen, counted out 50 Felkine Banknotes, and placed them in front of Buller.

After doing all that, he picked up Revolver Pistol, got up, walked to the back door of the nearby Café, opened the door, and left.

Bang!

The Police pushed open the door of "Hope Café".

Vincent Street is lined with the Villa- style houses on both sides of the street. The road is wide and clean, with few pedestrians and only the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by.

After Lumian moved in, he looked around and felt somewhat at a loss for where to begin.

We can't exactly sneak into every house and search every room, can we?

Even if he were to do that, he wouldn't be the most suitable person; entrusting it to Franca would be clearly more appropriate, but that would be extremely dangerous.

After thinking for several seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses, and rang the doorbell.

A young male servant opened the Deep Brown door. He had no Southern Continent blood and looked at Lumian with a puzzled expression, asking in a pure Trier accent, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lumian said with a smile, "I'd like to ask which lady on this street is the most beautiful."

"..." The servant was stunned; it was the first time he had ever encountered someone asking about such information.

No, it's not the first time I've encountered this. People occasionally discuss these things privately or when bragging in Bar, and some people do get curious about them. But who would just knock on a stranger's door and ask that in the blazing Sunlight?

What exactly does this person want to do?

Before the servant could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10- Felkine Banknotes and handed it Past with a smile.

The male servant's eyelids twitched, he hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to accept it.

He suspected that the young man opposite him was a fake "Dandyism" who preyed on wealthy Lady for their bodies and money; his appearance and behavior matched the descriptions in the newspapers.

But if the target isn't one's own wife and daughter, why refuse a payment?

When the other party gets what they want, the lady also experiences happiness!

The valet glanced around and said in a low voice, "That One lady living at number 50 is very beautiful, a true Trier native. She's married to a man from the south, and his accent..."

The servant shook his head indignantly and with disdain as he spoke, as if he had been unhappy about the matter for a long time.

Lumian's smile widened.

Sure enough, the Parish Priest, who was negatively affected by the "impulse to show off," found it hard not to brag to his neighbors after getting a beautiful Trier from Courtesan.

He might not throw a banquet Ball to announce it, and he's unlikely to bring his Lover home directly, but he will definitely appear in the neighbors' sight from time to time in some way, letting them know that out-of-towners can also have beautiful Courtesan as mistresses.

At such times, Guillaume Béné himself would certainly have to put on a good disguise, but he would be unlikely to let his mistress conceal her natural beauty; in fact, he would have her dress up carefully to present an impressive appearance.

Of course, Lumian couldn't be certain that That One lady was Pauline, the Parish Priest's mistress, but the fact that he was gradually getting the expected feedback through bold hypotheses and careful verification made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to Guillaume Béné.

Outside the door of No. 50 Vincent Street, Lumian glanced inside as if he were just passing by.

It was a three-story, Ivory building. You could vaguely see a lush green Lawn and a colorful garden behind it, where a Gardener was pruning, his profile visible.

Lumian quickly averted his gaze, expressionless as he walked past the building's pillars.

He was worried that a prolonged stare would arouse suspicion in some people.

As for whether the Parish Priest would recognize him in secret, he was not worried, because before setting off, he had used the "Face of Niser" to partially change his appearance and told his companions about it under the guise of Makeup.

The dark-skinned, handsome figure could be Lumian, or someone else. Unless Guillaume Béné has the ability to see through illusions and actively uses them, it would be impossible for him to discover that the pursuers have arrived in this area.

Lumian's current plan is to leave Vincent Street directly, and have either Jenna or Franca come instead, hiding in the shadows of the house opposite No. 50, patiently monitoring until they can rule out the target as a suspect.

The reason he didn't disguise himself as Vagrant to come back as he had done before was because there were almost no Vagrant on this street, and if one or two did appear, they would be quickly taken away by the servants.

Just before leaving the Ivory building, Lumian casually glanced to the side again and saw a Men figure appear behind the living room window.

The figure was not tall, not even 1.7 meters, wearing a dark shirt and black trousers, with a rather robust build, a slightly upturned nose, and black hair that was neither short nor long.

In an instant, Lumian's pupils dilated sharply, then quickly returned to normal.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and it was as if an invisible Flames was being ignited in his eyes.

Although the man was well disguised, Lumian would still recognize him even if he were burned to ashes!

He is Guillaume Béné, the Parish Priest Guillaume of Cordou Village!

Lumian reluctantly withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

At the same time, his mind raced as he began to consider which course of action to choose next.

Before long, he arrived at the end of Vincent Street.

Just then, a Parrot with green and white plumage flew from the direction of the City Wall Street, landed on his shoulder, and chirped, "We've spotted our target!"

"Found the target? Then who did I see? Another Parish Priest?" Lumian was both surprised and suspicious, and was momentarily stunned.

Which side is the real Guillaume Béné? Did he misjudge the situation, or were the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" and "Rat" Christo's gang deceived?

Fifteen minutes ago, on City Wall Street, at the "Dill" brothel.

Albus, in the annex Bar on the first floor, drank Lenzqi while observing the duties of the Waiter, General Laborer, and supervisors in this brothel.

During this process, he would casually glance at the customers coming and going, but he didn't find anything, because those who wanted to conceal their identities were openly wearing various masks, and those who didn't want to conceal their identities were almost never his targets.

After gaining a general understanding of how the "Dill" brothel operated, Albus took the opportunity of going to the Washroom to turn onto the road leading to the kitchen, where he was met by a Waiter carrying several Note Paper.

This Waiter's job is to compile the needs of each room and place the order with the kitchen.

Albus, with his dark red hair, stepped forward and pulled out a handful of gleaming Coins and a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket.

The Waiter immediately showed an expression of both confusion and curiosity.

Albus smiled and said, "I'm here to find a bastard. I don't know what he's disguised as, but I know he's about your height, likes to date the most famous women, and likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercising."

"If you can provide me with the relevant information, all of this is yours."