When Sigmun returned to the Lower Town in a carriage, it was completely dark and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Unexpectedly, the light in Lawrence's room was still on. After hesitating for a moment, Sigmun knocked on his door.

Under the dim light, Lawrence was sitting in front of the table, fiddling with the instruments and bottles in his hands. When Sigmun entered the house, he did not look up.

After a long silence, Sigmund took the initiative to break the peace, "Do you still remember Rilla? Antoine sent her to boarding schools in other cities."

"She is a good girl and will usher in a new beginning."

According to the normal process, after a period of study in the boarding school, these girls will attend a unique adult dance party.

Men and women of the right age will meet at a dance party, have similar family conditions and the same personalities and hobbies, and may get married together.

This is also a special blind date.

Rhela is already a little older and must consider his future life.

Lawrence put down the instrument in his hand, rubbed his eyes, sealed the various spices, turned to look at Sigmun, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just happened to meet Antoine and suddenly remembered what happened to Rilla." Sigmund pulled a chair casually.

"You're right, time will smooth everything out. Do you remember the first time you saw Rhela?" he asked inadvertently.

"A little girl, how could I pay so much attention?" Lawrence smiled.

"We need to run around every day and take care of you and Theresa."

Theresa.

When he mentioned this name, Sigmun was slightly stunned. Only then did he suddenly realize that it had been nearly two months since he traveled to this world, but he had never seen his nominal sister from beginning to end.

Thinking of the name Theresa, a blurred face appeared in my mind, which was the memory from the essence, accompanied by a faint warmth.

But apart from these, my mind was blank.

This is too abnormal.

With a moving heart, Sigmon glanced at Lawrence, "By the way, you just visited Theresa, how is she doing recently?"

"Very good, the people in the school are very friendly, and the classmates and teachers like him very much."

"It's so damn, I actually forgot which school Theresa is in." Sigmund knocked his head, "Give me an address. I'm just available recently, so I can go to the school to visit her..."

"No need, their school is very strict, and even if you go there, you may not be able to see her." Lawrence refused.

"It doesn't matter, it won't delay her for too long, just simply meeting her." Sigmune's tone was calm, but his eyes became much deeper.

“It’s really not necessary.”

"I only need an address, Lawrence." Sigmun's tone was a little tougher.

Hearing his words, Lawrence stopped his work, "You know, Sigmun, you two have tough personalities and have always had conflicts since childhood. Theresa has never liked you to interact with friends who study strange knowledge."

"So..." Lawrence spread his hands, his eyes sincere, but Sigmun always felt that the man in front of him seemed to be hinting at something.

"It's okay, Lawrence, she is my relative. And now I have changed a lot, so I hope I can meet her."

"Give me her address." Sigmun stood up.

"Okay OK."

Lawrence suddenly laughed, "I'm just worried about the quarrel after you meet." He picked up a pen and wrote an address on the white paper.

"Take it away."

Sigmon unfolded the note and glanced casually, then folded the note and put it in his pocket.

"Good night, Lawrence."

"Good night, Sigmun." Lawrence sat quietly at the table. He raised his hand casually, like an ordinary old father, but when he looked at him, Sigmund's heart was inexplicably retching.

Back in the room, he carefully sorted out the whole day's journey, Onina's sudden visit, the secret hidden in Lawrence.

Louis, who was also born in the Skinder family, and Teresa, whom she had never met.

Only then did Sigmun realize how weird his family was.

"Let's leave early tomorrow morning to visit Theresa."

With this idea in mind, Sigmun fell asleep.

It was not until a long time later that the lights in Lawrence's room completely went out, and in the late June night, an inexplicable sigh came from the room.

No words all night.

When I woke up, it seemed that the wind of last night had blown open the window. The noise of the morning had already poured into the room. My mind was a little heavy. I yawned. Sigmun stood up and didn't wake up slightly until I finished washing up.

"Let's have a meal." Lawrence's voice came downstairs.

"I found a temporary worker in a nearby factory and will not come back at noon in the past few days." Lawrence said casually after taking a bite of bread.

"No problem, I'll go out later." Sigmun took a big sip of milk.

"Go out? Work?" Lawrence continued.

"I'm going out..." Sigmun opened his mouth, and he had a clear plan in his mind, but for some reason he suddenly couldn't remember it.

"Nothing." He said vaguely, and he lowered his head, "Just go around."

"Strange, I seem to have forgotten something important."

He subconsciously touched his pocket, but only found a piece of folded white paper.

"You are not going to find the lady who appeared yesterday, are you?" Lawrence suddenly spoke.

"Onira?"

Yes, I should indeed go to her and ask again. I thought silently in my heart, but Sigmun shook his head on the surface.

"Women of that age likes the most like you, who is full of mature atmosphere." He smiled and joked, grabbed the bread from the dining plate, stuffed it a few bites and left.

On the dining table, only the white paper that Sigmund had just thrown away was left.

Lawrence didn't say anything, ate the food on the plate, grabbed the white paper on the table, and threw it into the trash can.

"Strange, I always feel like I'm missing something." Sigmun patted his head in confusion on the carriage to the hotel.

"Is it true that yesterday's impact was too big? My mind was a little too short for a while." He smiled mockingly, and raised his whip to speed up.

Hotel.

"What, Ms. Onira has left?" Sigmun looked surprised when he got the hotel owner's answer.

"Before dawn, they drove their carriages."

"Do you know where they went?"

The boss shook his head, "It should be just a temporary trip. The room is still preserved, and I didn't bring too much stuff when I left."

After feeling relieved, after walking out of the hotel, Sigmun drove the carriage to the investigation and consulting company.

Then he got the important information left to him by the little fat Harris from the reception lady.

Sigmon, they set out to Vinson Town.
Chapter completed!