Chapter 378 Meeting place
Finally here...... Lumian exhaled, folded the letter, turned around and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He didn't go to Franka, they had communicated many times about the party before, so there was no need to waste time confirming.
Lumian made his way to the new safe house on Nightingale Street, and threw the satchel containing the "torture" gloves on the bed.
He didn't prepare any additional tin cabinets, because with the few traps hidden in the room, ordinary thieves couldn't get close to the core area at all, and forcibly breaking in would only ruin their own lives, and non-ordinary thieves couldn't stop them.
When the time was almost right, Lumian put on a wizard-style black robe with a hood according to the description of "Hela" and Franka to her sister's appearance when she attended the party.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the "lie" and turned it into a silver-white earring full of simple beauty, which was clipped to the lobe of his right ear.
In the full-length mirror, Lumian calmly watched as he suddenly became shorter, and his hair turned pure gold, thick and long.
His facial features also changed, completely close to the Aurore in his memory, the bridge of his nose was tall and delicate, his red lips were neither thick nor thin, and his eyes were light blue and clear, condensing a shimmering light.
Lumian used to always feel that her sister was a very different person on the outside and on the inside, seemingly bright and sunny, cheerful and generous, but in fact she was a woman who liked to stay at home and was reluctant to go out to communicate with others.
And if such an Aurore really goes out, he will not show any fear, just like Lumian, he can naturally communicate with the old ladies of Cordu Village, tell stories to the children wonderfully and vividly, and win their love.
Of course, many people have similar situations, but Aurore has become a little more obvious because of her own specialness.
Recently, Lumian often thinks about what his sister was like and what kind of life she lived.
Gradually, he saw Aurore's light blue eyes in the mirror become blurred, as if he was stuck in the recollection of the past.
Lumian still remembers the first time he heard his sister mention his hometown was in the second year when he arrived in Kordu Village.
At that time, the shepherds returned to the plateau pastures, and Aurore took him to pet the lambs that had just been born, and then "cruelly" bought their relatives, to the green pastures with white or yellow wildflowers, sorted out a patch that would not affect the surrounding area, set up grills and charcoal, and cooked picnics.
When night came and the stars in the sky highlighted, like countless diamonds merging into a bright river, Aurore was suddenly stunned and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.
Lumian asked her what she was thinking, and she said she was thinking about her hometown and homesickness.
Auror's eyes in the mirror lost their focus, reflecting the yellowish and blue light of the calcium carbide lamp, shimmering with a little crystal.
The mountain village next to the green grassland under the bright sun can never be returned.
After a while, Lumian opened the pocket watch he borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom and confirmed the time.
Then, he put on a silver-white half-face mask, with his beautifully curved lips and picturesque chin exposed.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian took out a piece of paper with the word "Muggle" written in Gufusak and stuck it on his left chest.
According to Franka, there are hundreds of members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society", and they all wear different disguises during the gathering.
Although the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" are all from the same world, they are not from each other's hometowns, and the language is not the same.
——For members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" living in different countries, this language is close to the mother tongue that comes with the body, so it will be much easier to learn and master.
Of course, there are also members whose mother tongue and Gufsak are quite different, but there are not many of them, and only a few can obey the majority.
Lumian himself has a background in the ancient Fusak language, and after arriving in Trier, he has been learning this language in depth with the help of Aurore's witchcraft notes, and normal communication and communication are no longer a problem.
When it was almost 10 o'clock, Lumian looked at the full-length mirror and fine-tuned the details of his figure, and put various ritual materials and a wine jug containing a "decent" brooch into the dark pocket of the wizard's black robe.
After doing these things, Lumian took the letter of Ms. "Hela" in his hand and recited the incantation in Hermitic to ask to attend the meeting:
"Transcendent from ancient times, lord of the land of night, mother of the sublime heavens, please allow me to enter your kingdom."
As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he felt that his surroundings suddenly became dark, and he saw himself in the mirror like a pencil sketch, quickly erased by the eraser.
His eyes darkened, and he seemed to have entered the deepest and deepest sleep.
Suddenly, Lumian vaguely remembered the party and heard his heart beating strongly.
He suddenly woke up and found that he had come to a palace with many gaps in the boulder walls and some weeds.
In the depths of the palace was a huge mottled stone chair, but no one approached, and through the gaps in the walls and the broken windows, Lumian saw that the night outside was deep and cold, filled with thick fog.
Starlight fell through the mist, creating a dim environment for the palace, illuminating the hazy town shrouded in mist, looming, and surrounding the palace.
There was no one in the town, like a dream, and in the palace, the stone candlesticks embedded in the walls were already lit up with yellowish fires.
At this time, hundreds of figures had arrived, each dressed in different clothes, Lumian looked at it at a glance, and did not find "Hela" for the time being, only recognized "Hidden Sword" Franka.
She was wearing her favorite assassin costume, a black robe with leather armor, a hood that was not too low, and a silver half-face mask on her face.
However, among these assassins, only Franka is the true "assassin".
Lumian didn't go to greet Franka, but followed her instructions and the prompts in Ms. Hela's previous letter, and walked towards the place near the huge stone chair.
This kind of gathering with a large number of people is no different from a fair, and it is unlikely that there will be unified communication and transactions in the form of a whole, and it can only be divided into small groups to gather, unless there is a particularly important event, the president of "Gandalf" or "Hela" and other vice presidents will walk to the huge stone chair, let everyone gather together, and announce in the form of speeches.
Of course, you can do this when you want to publish requirements to everyone.
Aurore most often attended the gatherings of the "Academy" group, and their fixed meeting place was in the corner to the left of the huge stone chair deep in the palace.
As Lumian walked in that direction, he sighed at the magic of the party format.
He recited a spell, left the safe house on Nightingale Street in the market area, and came to such a mysterious ancient palace!
The members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" here come from different places in the north and south continents, and they can arrive in one time period.
Such magic was something Lumian had never seen before, and it was even more incredible to him than "teleportation", which could only be matched by the "sowing" of the "Great Mother" benefactor .
To Lumian's confusion, Franka had not told him how to enter the party before, saying that even if he spoke face-to-face, he would not be able to hear unless he had permission from Ms. "Hela".
But isn't this just reciting a mantra, how can you not hear it?
According to Franka, such power likely comes from a seal, a seal that Lady "Hela"cannot master but can harness to a certain extent.
In addition to this way of convening gatherings, the "Curly Baboon Research Society" has other methods, but they are all come up with by different groups themselves, used for internal or small circle gatherings, such as "Hidden Sword" Franka, she and some members who have a good relationship have built a "telegram group" in private, using miniaturized and simplified analysis machines to chat and communicate at fixed times.
Lumian thought about Franka and "Hela's" rough description of Aurore's party state, and according to his own speculation, his steps gradually became lighter.
He felt that because the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Association" all had a common and special origin, even if his sister thought about being wary of others at the party, she would show the kind of relaxation when she got along with herself, and even more obviously.
This is a state without heavy secrets.
Many more figures arrived, and they quickly outlined in the air, like successful oil paintings.
Some of the members of these "Curly Baboon Research Society" wear classical iron-gray full-body armor, some are painted with red, yellow and white multi-colored oil paints, playing clowns, some are painted exaggeratedly, and the makeup of their original appearance is not visible at all......
This is more exaggerated and imaginative than the masquerade ball in newspapers and magazines.
With a slight smile on Lumian's lips, he passed between these members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society", nodding in response to those who greeted him from time to time.
Finally, he arrived at the corner where the "Academy" group was.
Lumian's eyes swept around naturally, and he saw the code names attached to his body:
"Dwarf", "Professor", "Griffin", "Eagle", "Bear", "Principal", "Periodic Table", "Isotope"......
(End of this chapter)