Chapter 378 Meeting Place
Finally here... Lumian exhaled, folded the letter, turned around and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He didn't go to find Franca. They had already discussed the party many times before, so there was no need to waste time confirming it.
Lumian made his way to the new safe house on Nightingale Street and threw the satchel containing the "torture" gloves onto the bed.
He did not prepare any extra metal cabinets, because with several hidden traps in the room, ordinary thieves could not get close to the core area at all. Breaking in by force would only cost their own lives. And the metal cabinets could not stop extraordinary thieves.
When the time was almost right, Lumian put on a wizard-style black hooded robe according to Ms. Hela and Franka's description of his sister's appearance when she attended the party.
Then, he took out the "lie" and turned it into a silver-white earring full of simple beauty, which he clipped on the lobe of his right ear.
In the full-length mirror, Lumian calmly watched himself suddenly become shorter, his hair turned pure blond, thick and long.
His facial features had also changed, completely similar to the Auror in his memory, with a high and delicate nose, red lips that were neither thick nor thin, and clear light blue eyes that condensed a faint light.
Lumian always thought that his sister was a person who looked very different from her inner self. She seemed bright, sunny, cheerful and generous, but in fact she was a woman who liked to stay at home and was not willing to go out and communicate with others. Only when he truly gained her trust could he see her side that was relaxed and casual, full of strange words, and loved to laugh and bully others.
If such an Aurore really goes out, she will not show any fear. Just like Lumian, she can communicate naturally with the old ladies in Cordu Village and tell stories to children in a wonderful and vivid way, winning their love.
Ever since he knew his sister's background, Lumian began to understand why Aurore's inner heart was different from her appearance and temperament. Of course, many people had similar situations, but Aurore's was a little more obvious because of her own uniqueness.
Recently, Lumian often wondered what his sister was like and what kind of life she led.
Gradually, he saw Auror's light blue eyes in the mirror become blurred, as if she was lost in memories of the past.
Lumian still remembers the first time he heard his sister mention her hometown, which was the second year after he arrived in Cordu Village.
At that time, the shepherds returned to the plateau pastures. Auror took him to pet the lambs that had just been born, and then "cruelly" bought their relatives. They went to the green pastures with white or yellow wild flowers, cleared an area that would not affect the surrounding areas, set up a grill and charcoal, and started a picnic.
When night fell and the stars in the sky became prominent, like countless diamonds forming a dazzling river, Auror suddenly became lost in thought and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.
Lumian asked her what she was thinking about, and she said she was thinking about her hometown.
Auror's eyes in the mirror had lost focus, reflecting the yellowish-blue light of the calcium carbide lamp, and flashing a little crystal.
I can never go back to that mountain village beside the green grassland under the bright sunshine.
After a while, Lumian opened the pocket watch he borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom and checked the time.
Then he put on a silver-white half-face mask, revealing his graceful lips and picturesque chin.
Then, Lumian took out a piece of paper with the word "Muggle" written in ancient Feysac language and stuck it to his left chest.
According to Franka, there are hundreds of members in the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society", and they all wear different disguises when they get together. If they don't wear corresponding code names, no one will know who is who except for a few who are very familiar with each other.
Although the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" all came from the same world, their hometowns were different and they spoke different languages. After crossing over to this side, they were also not in the same country, so communication barriers were inevitable. At the beginning, they relied on translation by some members who mastered multiple languages. Later, they gradually used the ancient Feysac language, the source of the languages of the countries in the northern continent, as the common language.
——For members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" living in different countries, this language is close to their native language, so it will be much easier to learn and master.
Of course, there are also members whose native language is quite different from the ancient Feysac language, but their number is small, so the minority can only obey the majority. Anyway, before they master the corresponding language, there will be someone to help them translate.
Lumian already had a basic knowledge of ancient Feysac, and after arriving in Trier, he had been using Aurore's witchcraft notes to study the language in depth, so normal communication and exchanges were no longer a problem.
When it was almost 10 o'clock, Lumian looked in the full-length mirror, fine-tuned the details of his figure, and put the various ritual materials and the wine flask containing the "decent" brooch into the secret pocket of the wizard's black robe.
After doing these things, Lumian took the letter from Ms. Hela and recited the spell in Hermetic language to request to attend the party:
"Extraordinary being from ancient times, ruler of the Kingdom of Night, noble Mother of Heaven, please allow me to enter your kingdom."
As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he felt the surroundings suddenly become dark, and saw himself in the mirror like a pencil sketch being quickly erased by an eraser.
His eyes went dark and he seemed to have fallen into the deepest and deepest sleep.
Suddenly, Lumian vaguely remembered the party and heard his own heart beating strongly.
He suddenly woke up and found himself in a palace with huge stone walls with many cracks and some weeds growing on them.
There was a huge mottled stone chair deep in the palace, but no one approached it. Through the cracks in the wall and the broken windows, Lumian saw that the night outside was deep and cold, filled with thick fog.
Rays of starlight penetrated the mist and fell, bringing a dim environment to the palace, illuminating the vague town shrouded in mist, looming and surrounding the palace.
There was no one in the town, as if it were a dream, but in the palace, the stone candlesticks embedded in the wall had already lit up with yellowish flames.
At this time, hundreds of figures had arrived, each dressed differently. Lumian took a quick look and did not find "Hela" for the time being, but only recognized the "Hidden Blade" Franka.
She was wearing her favorite assassin's outfit, a black robe with leather armor, a hood pulled not too low, and a silver half-face mask on her face. She was gathered with a few people dressed similarly, chatting about something.
However, among these assassins, only Franka is a true "assassin".
Lumian did not go to say hello to Franka. Following her instructions and the hint in Ms. Hela's previous letter, he walked towards the area near the huge stone chair.
This kind of large gathering is no different from a market. It is unlikely that they can communicate and trade as a whole. They can only gather in small groups. Unless there is something particularly important, President "Gandalf" or Vice Presidents such as "Hela" will go to the huge stone chair, gather everyone together, and make announcements in the form of speeches.
Of course, you can also do this if you want to publish requirements to everyone.
Aurore most often attended the gatherings of the "College" group. Their fixed meeting place was deep in the palace, in the corner to the left of the huge stone chair.
As Lumian walked in that direction, he marveled at the magic of the gathering format.
He recited a spell and left the safe house on Nightingale Street in the market area and came to such a mysterious ancient palace!
The members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" here come from different places in the north and south continents, but they were able to arrive within the same time period.
Lumian had never seen such magic before. It was even more incredible to him than "teleportation". Only the "seeding" of the "Great Mother" Benefactor could be compared to it.
What puzzled Lumian was that Franka had not told him how to enter the party before, saying that even if she told him face to face, he would not be able to hear it unless she obtained permission from Ms. "Hela".
But isn’t this just a matter of reciting a spell? How come I can’t hear it?
According to Franka, such power is likely to come from a seal, a seal that Ms. Hela cannot master but can use to a certain extent.
In addition to this method of convening meetings, the "Curly Baboon Research Society" has other methods, but they are all thought up by different groups themselves and are used for internal or small circle gatherings. For example, "Hidden Blade" Franka and some members with whom she has a good relationship privately set up a "Telegram Group" and used a miniaturized and simplified analytical machine to chat and communicate at fixed times.
Lumian thought about Franka and "Hela"'s rough description of the state of Auror's party, and based on his own speculation, his steps gradually became lighter.
He felt that since the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" all had a common and special origin, even if his sister was wary of other people at the party, she would still be as completely relaxed as when she was with him, and it would be even more obvious.
This is a state without heavy secrets.
Many more figures arrived, and they were quickly outlined in the air, like a successfully copied oil painting.
Some of the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" wore classical iron-gray full-body armor, some were painted in red, yellow, white and multi-colored oil paint, acting as clowns, some wore exaggerated makeup that made it impossible to tell their original appearance, like the evil witches in some folk legends, some wore monster helmets carved out of orange and yellow pumpkins, some relied on homemade headgear to become pale-faced and bright-lipped vampires, and some wore horse-shaped clothing, covering themselves completely with it...
This is more exaggerated and imaginative than the masquerade balls in newspapers and magazines.
With a slight smile on his face, Lumian walked among the members of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, nodding from time to time in response to those who greeted him.
Finally, he reached the corner where the "Academy" group was.
Lumian glanced around naturally and saw the code names attached to their bodies:
"Petiger", "Professor", "Griffin", "Eagle", "Bear", "Principal", "Periodic Table", "Isotope"...
(End of this chapter)
