Albus. Medici ...... Lumian repeated this name in his heart while looking at the member of the "Iron Blood Cross", a little surprised that his full name suddenly appeared.
In Gardner. At the party called by Martin, Albus never said what his last name was, and Gardner. Martin did not introduce this, and now, he faced Puifer. Sauron actually reported his full name.
Is this to disguise itself more realistically? Lumian's gaze swept over Albus's face, and he found that he had not concealed his mockery at all when Count Puiver said the surname "Medici", as if he was mocking the member of the Sauron family.
"Charle. Dubois." Lumian stretched out his right hand and politely informed his name.
Albus shook hands with him quite casually, with an obvious smile in his eyes.
He said:
"I've heard your name, a generous patron of the arts."
The member of the "Iron Cross" stressed "generosity".
"Then thank you mainly to my patrons." Lumian made a pun.
To other guests, the "patron" he said was his father, the rich family, and Albus, as a member of the "Iron Blood Cross", would naturally understand what he really meant.
Puifer. After Sauron and Lumian exchanged a few words, they led him to the sofa area.
The party was attended by a small number of familiar faces, including Puifer's cousin Eros, novelist Anoly, painter Mullen, critic Ernst and poet Elette.
After everyone chatted for a while and had some snacks with black tea, Count Puiver looked around and suggested with a smile:
"How about we have an adventure today?"
"Adventure?" Albus looked up at the ceiling and asked with a slight mockery, "Adventure in the bedroom?"
He meant that although Red Swan Castle was not small, it could accommodate the main members of a family and station hundreds of soldiers in its heyday, but there was no area suitable for adventure, so everyone couldn't go to the bedroom to go to bed for an adventure with a Trier temperament, right?
This kind of teasing makes everyone happy, Puifer. Sauron coughed lightly and said:
"You may not know that Red Swanstein Castle also has a huge underground area.
"In the era when it was built, the first thing to consider was its role in war, and it was obviously unqualified to have a cellar with a large capacity and a tunnel to evacuate at critical moments.
"Over the past few hundred years, each of my ancestors has repaired or expanded the underground part to make it more and more like a labyrinth, more and more like the place where some horror stories took place.
"Our goal this time is to go deep into that 'underground labyrinth' and find a count's crown in a room that one of my ancestors forgot there, and it is inlaid with many rubies that you can recognize at a glance.
"The one who finds the earl's crown will be the king of today."
Delve into the "Underground Labyrinth"...... Scenes suddenly appeared in Lumian's mind:
People in Red Swan Castle continue to self-harm......
Screams from unknown sources......
A bronze coffin surrounded by countless white candles......
The palm of the hand with prominent dark red and black blood vessels......
A dry and black heart with a little blood overflowing......
The things behind seem to be hidden in a hall underground!
In an instant, Lumian had a clear understanding:
Puifer. Sauron's temptation is really coming!
He controlled the urge to look around and didn't look for Gardner, who might be lurking. Martin, set his sights on Albus. Medici.
This member of the "Iron Blood Cross" smiled and said:
"Sounds interesting, this is the brave man's game!"
He seemed to be worried that others would oppose such an adventure, so he preemptively used words to make a run:
Those who don't want to participate are cowards!
Count Puiver added:
"Don't worry, if you are lost and can't find your way back, ring the bell in the room, and a servant will come to find you and take you out of the ground."
"No problem." The short and chubby novelist Arnolly joked, "I am actually looking forward to something, so that I will have excellent writing material."
"For example, "Anoli's Last Day"?" Lumian joked.
He had already attended many gatherings of the "Black Cat" art organization and knew that the novelist Arnoli and the poet Elite were people who could be ridiculed and ridiculed, and they would not be offended by this at all - the taboo of the former was not to praise other writers, and the latter was only provoked by the social status quo and real problems of Intis.
Anoli took a sip of black tea and muttered:
"The old guys at the Intis Academy of Arts will love this subject."
Seeing that no one objected, Count Puiver stood up and said to all the guests:
"We were divided into two groups of adventures and could do it alone on the way.
"One group was led by me, and the other group was followed by Char, who had been king in the past three months.
"Willing to raise your hand with Ciel."
"Me!" The first person to raise his hand turned out to be Albus. Medici, Lumian thought he would follow Puifer. Sauron to complete the mission of the "Iron-Blooded Cross".
Count Puiver was not surprised by this, as if this was the development he was looking forward to.
The second person to raise his hand was the master's cousin Eros.
Dressed in long brown-red hair, soft eyebrows of the same color, bright brown eyes, and a little baby fat on her face, Elos smiled and said to Lumian:
"I used to act as Mr. Ciel's female companion every time, and I don't want to make an exception this time."
Lumian glanced at her and nodded with a smile.
In his cognition, this young lady who is not yet twenty years old is not as restrained and well-behaved as she looks, innocent and pure.
He once had a dream in which most of the participants in the King's Cake Game went crazy, self-harming or mutilating others, with only three exceptions, namely Lumian himself, Puifer. Sauron, and this Miss Eloise!
Such a lady who hides a secret actually chose to follow her on an adventure in the "underground labyrinth", which made Lumian have to doubt her true intentions.
The third person to raise his hand was the poet Eliet.
Holding a large cherry wood bong, his reason is very simple:
"This is my patron!"
The remaining novelist Arnoli, painter Mullen and critic Ernst & Young can only talk to Puifer. Sauron group.
They then left the large living room to a statue in full armor, and descended the stairs that were nearby, only for two people to walk side by side.
The walls of the stairs were mottled, gray and dull, constantly spiraling down, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter.
After walking about three floors, Lumian and the others arrived at the entrance of the "Underground Labyrinth".
There are a large number of wall lamps, some connected to the gas pipes, some of them are classically shaped, and candles are lit, illuminating the entire five corridors quite brightly.
Lumian looked up at the ceiling and found that the water black stone bricks above were sleeping in the dark, with clear gaps and slightly peeling off the surface.
"Let's choose this one." Puiver took a calcium carbide lamp from the wall and led his team members to the far left one.
After Lumian made the calcium carbide lamp, he didn't think about it and went straight into the corridor in front of him purely instinctively.
He felt that in this case, it was easy to miss the goal if he carefully searched for the way, and relied on the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics and the hidden aura of the "Blood Emperor" to walk around casually and hope to encounter some valuable things.
"What is the reason for your choice?" Albus. Medici's expression is always a little annoying.
Lumian replied indifferently:
"I believe in the arrangement of fate."
"I like this reason." Eros smiled and echoed.
The poet Elite took a big cherry bong and said:
"I also believe it, but only if fate favors me."
The four of them went all the way along the corridor and saw rooms around them that were suspected to be storage rooms.
Before long, they arrived at a dimly lit hall with three gates to choose from.
Each gate also has a word written in Gufsack:
"Hope", "death", "madness".
Lumian had long since given up thinking, and without blinking his eyes, he walked towards the "Gate of Madness" and pushed it away.
There was darkness behind the door, and with the light of calcium carbide lights shining in, lifelike wax figures appeared one after another.
These wax figures are male and female, dressed in ordinary or exquisite and gorgeous clothes, all showing extremely painful expressions.
"The level is good." Albus raised his right hand and patted the face of the wax figure at the door with contempt.
Eros glanced sideways at him:
"Didn't your mother teach you what politeness is?"
Albus laughed:
"I don't have a mother."
Elos was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
The poet Elite behind them muttered appreciatively:
"In the past, there were rumors that I was having an affair with a widow, so I secretly spread rumors that I had abducted the daughter of a member of parliament and was suspected of murdering a businessman.
"As long as I don't care about reputation and actively destroy it, no one can stand on the moral throne and point fingers at me."
As expected of a poet...... Lumian secretly admired, carried a calcium carbide lamp, and entered the room full of wax figures first, and the destination was the exit at the end of the room.
Under the yellowish gas wall lamp, the wax figures seemed to have life, looking at Lumian and the others in the silent posture of a bystander, creating an eerie and eerie feeling.
Lumian recalled the wax figure attack he had encountered, and felt that every wax figure here could suddenly come to life and pounce on himself and others.
In the indescribable silence, Albus. Medici broke the atmosphere.
He said to Elos in a relaxed tone:
"You are Puifer's cousin, you shouldn't be surnamed Sauron, right?"
"Yes." Eros admitted calmly.
Albus asked casually:
"Which family are you from?"
Elos turned her head sideways and looked at Albus. Medici glanced at him, then looked at Lumian in front of him, and replied with a smile on his face:
"My full name is:
"Eros. Einhorn."
(End of this chapter)