"Siris hardly deals with others in the last two years of school, and gradually became distant from me. After graduation, he no longer contacted me."

Madame Lessa's eyes were low, as if she had recalled something bad.

"So, you don't know what Sirius's research is, nor where he will go after graduation, right?"

Reiner originally thought that Madame Lessa would know Sirius, but she didn't expect that there was such a tangled relationship between the two. From this point of view, the story later was easy to guess.

Because of Siris' increasing distantness with Lesa, the two eventually separated, and the cheerful and excellent Pascival became Lesa's boyfriend. After graduation, they got married and gave birth to Yake.

Of course, Reiner was not sure whether Director Pasival had done some poaching behavior, but as a result, the process was no longer related to 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 basic things, such as the three major laws of Alberton, others are too profound for me."

Madame Lessa sighed, maybe she had never really understood Sirius, and she didn't understand what kind of brilliant galaxy was in her head.

On the contrary, Pascival almost never talked about boring magic theories in front of Madame Lessa. He could always make his wife laugh and understand what Madame Lessa needed. From this point of view, perhaps it would be more appropriate for her to be with Pascival.

"When Siris left school, no one told me. It was not until the next day that people found the departure documents in his dormitory. Siris was from Trestan, but no one had ever found him at his house. I don't know why, there was always a kind of resistance to stop me. Maybe I don't want to see the person who was once so outstanding now."

Madam Lessa looked at Yake, who was eating chocolate ice cream in large pieces and said softly.

I'm afraid that more than that, Madame Lessa probably felt a certain guilty towards Siris. After all, she finally abandoned Siris and turned to the arms of others. Such a sense of guilt also drove Madame Lessa to escape from meeting Siris.

Reiner guessed that he had no intention of evaluating other people's emotional problems, but he was just a little emotional, and the clues he had finally obtained were interrupted again.

If I want to find the whereabouts of Siris Oldman, I'm afraid I can only ask Pasir, Siris' former rival.

However, before that, Reiner noticed a detail.

"Madame Lessa, you said just now that Sirius is a native of Trestan, so do you know his home address?"

Trestan City is very big, but it is very small compared to the entire continent. It should not be difficult to find one or two people, let alone when you know the address and specific identity information.

"Well, although I don't know if he has moved..."

Madame Lessa asked the waiter to borrow a pen and a note, wrote an address on the paper, and handed it to Lessa.

"This is his address. I only heard him mention it once. Sirius doesn't seem to like going home and stays in school."

After taking the note, Reiner took a look. If the memory is correct, it was an area in the north of Trestan and he had never been there.

"Then I'll say goodbye first, thank you very much for what you told me."

Reiner stood up and saluted Madame Lessa, then touched Yake's head, who had just finished the chocolate ice cream. There was a touch of white cream on the corner of the little girl's mouth. She licked it immediately, not knowing what had happened just now.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Ian Gray."

Madame Lessa slowly stood up, she hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"If you meet Siris, please help me say sorry to him, and I can't support him."

Reiner shook his head when he heard Madame Rescha's words.

"I think you'd better say this to him personally."

This response made Madame Lessa stand in place as if she was struck by lightning, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

......

With a simple thought of getting to the right place, Reiner immediately called a carriage.

"Go to the north of the city, Engles Street on the north side of Baifan Avenue."

He threw out a silver coin for the coachman. Logically, the fare from Astel High School of Magic to Engels Street only requires fifty copper coins, so the coachman's face was filled with joy when he got the silver coin.

"Sir, I'm sitting firm."

The carriage was shuttled through the streets, and the coachman was not afraid of the hot summer days. He spoke to Reiner while driving the carriage.

"Sir, Engles Street is not a good place. How could such a noble person think of going there?"

“Not a good place?”

Reiner became interested. He had indeed heard about Trestan's situation before, including the most developed east and the most backward north, but he did not know about Engels Street.

"It's really messy. Sir, you'd better be careful."

The coachman was still scared and seemed to have suffered losses there.

"Thank you for your reminder."

Reiner nodded, the carriage galloped, and soon arrived at his destination.

Baifan Avenue is full of traffic, but the street that extends out seems much darker.

The shadow of the tall buildings next to the avenue blocked the sunshine of the street, making it as dark as dusk. Lener walked out of the carriage and saw a few young people squatting on the street, playing with their homemade knives in their hands and looking at Lener squintedly.

Deep in the street, people wandered aimlessly, and there was no hope in their eyes. As if they were lost in this city, a few people gathered together, smoking cigarettes, and could vaguely see the red powder shining among the tobacco leaves.

In a corner of the glamorous city, I didn't expect that there would be such a depraved street. Reiner took out a note from his pocket and walked forward.

"Do you know this address?"

Reiner asked a shop on the street, which was a butcher shop selling raw meat that was not known to be spoiled. The boss had a long scar on his bare head and a big kitchen knife in his hand, which looked particularly terrifying.

"have no idea."

The boss said without looking at it, and acted like driving him away.

Reiner sighed softly, and then, next to him, several kitchen knives of different shapes that were originally inserted on the chopping board slowly floated up, facing the butcher shop owner.

The bitter cold light reflected the boss's somewhat astonished face.

Reiner handed out the note in his hand, asked again with a smile.
Chapter completed!