As she approached the market area, Charlotte transformed Elle back into the form of a book, tucking it into her chest with great care. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Then, put the fox mask pinned to the waist on the face.

Night falls, but for the commercial city of Lucerne, the real life is just beginning.

Walking down the street, Charlotte could see the crowds and lights of the various bars around her, and from time to time the women's exclamations and the men's rude voices could be heard from inside.

The closer she got to the market square, the more men she noticed were wearing various masks.

They were richly dressed, most of them were masked men dressed as two acolytes, and no merchant or nobleman dared to go alone to that much-anticipated gathering with Charlotte's strength.

When walking with the masked men, they would nod ambiguously at Charlotte.

But it's not absolute, and some seem to see the same masked guy as a potential competitor and look at Charlotte with a wary, competitive look.

Charlotte faintly felt a little funny, and he couldn't help but look forward to what kind of expressions these people would show when they learned the truth about this banquet.

Bang -

"Hmm, riots...... Hasn't it subsided?"

A sudden burst of fire from the sky in the distance caused a discussion among the masked men.

In order not to cause panic among the people, Evan decided to secretly hunt down the Forest of Illusions and the Annihilation Society, so that even the upper nobles did not know that Lucerne was going through a catastrophe except for the parties involved in the operation.

That's why they dare to go out at night.

I have to say that the Annihilation of All Things will play this hand really beautifully. They grasped the mentality of the ruler very well and arranged a well-planned plan accordingly.

"Sir, please take out the invitation. ”

Just as Charlotte frowned and stared at the distant firelight, an unfamiliar man's voice came to his ears.

Charlotte turned around and saw a man in a clown mask bowing slightly to him.

Invitations?

Charlotte looked around at the masked men, who also had strangers in clown masks in front of them, and the men attending the dinner party pulled out gilded invitations from their arms.

Compared to them, Charlotte seems to have only a handwritten note.

Isn't it going to be tricked by Kathryn?

Thinking like this, Charlotte took the note out of the small bag on her waist with the attitude of giving it a try.

The clown gave Charlotte a suspicious look, and then he reluctantly took the note.

Just when Charlotte thought that maybe she needed to take some special measures to blend in with the group, the clown actually bowed slightly to Charlotte and respectfully handed the note back to Charlotte.

"No problem, sir, please wait a moment. Soon the welcoming carriage will arrive at the square, wishing you a wonderful evening. ”

"Ah, thank you very much!"

Charlotte looked at the other person's distant back, and he touched his chin with interest.

Can this be passed? Does this party not restrict identity at all?

No, no, if that's the case, there is no need to send any invitations at all, and you can easily reach the goal by just catching some thugs in the market area.

In other words, is this note actually enjoying VIP level treatment?

Charlotte realizes that perhaps while she is cheating on Kathryn, the woman with her acting skills is also cheating on herself. In this case, it seems that your situation is very dangerous!

Why don't you take this opportunity to confuse one of the nobles in attendance with illusions, exchange clothes and masks with him, and let that unlucky guy become bait?

Although such a plan was very exciting, and Charlotte was looking forward to what Kathryne's expression would be after being teased by herself, he thought about it and finally gave up on this tempting plan.

He has no right to decide the life or death of a stranger, and such an act is unrighteous and immoral.

The Endless Corridor incident had taught him enough lessons that every human action elicited was not a singular response.

In other words, under the influence of the butterfly effect, it may be just a whim of oneself, which may put a partner or a stranger who has nothing to do.

For example, if his previous apprentices hadn't conducted dangerous experiments themselves, those curious little ones wouldn't have been curious to shake the bottle, but it caused a catastrophic explosion.

So, that's why Charlotte ignored Icewind's demands for years and didn't teach an apprentice.

Especially now that he is getting stronger and stronger, he realizes that his every move may bring unimaginable disasters to the people around him.

Therefore, it is important to act cautiously on your own. You can no longer do all kinds of pranks as you like before.

His thoughts swirled like a kaleidoscope, and it wasn't until a carriage resembling a black coffin, with no gaps in front of him, pulled up to her, and Charlotte stopped her thoughts.

What is this? Is it a coffin? What a metaphor for the image!

Charlotte thought so, and soon heard a loud grumble.

For the men in attendance, when would they ride in such a stupid carriage that looked like a large coffin lid when they traveled in a spacious and comfortable carriage decorated with ornate ornamentation?

However, the longing for Kathryn in her heart finally prevailed over the discomfort in her heart, and although those people complained constantly, they finally sat on the coffin lid under the persuasion of the clowns accompanied by smiling faces.

They were generally six people in a car, in other words, every two nobles sat in the same car, except for the necessary guards.

Charlotte followed closely with his carriage, which he thought might become his own because of his special invitation.

But unexpectedly, soon someone was led into the carriage by the clown.

It was a young man with blond hair, and as soon as he got into the carriage, he saw Charlotte in the dimly seated and laughed at Charlotte a few times in embarrassment.

The door was not closed at the moment, and by the faint light outside the square, Charlotte saw that the man had fairly toned muscles.

His stature was as stout as most of the nobles of the North, and his crotch was naturally parted to the left and right when he stood, which was the after-effect of years of riding horses.

This is a typical Northland aristocracy, and, moreover, it seems somewhat familiar.

When Charlotte saw the other party's eyes, she immediately couldn't help but laugh.

This man is none other than his old acquaintance, Alec, who was jealous of him yesterday morning.

Charlotte really didn't expect his dad to let him out, but Charlotte didn't have any ill feelings towards this guy who fought with him and sarcastically mocked himself.

In fact, it was not uncommon for the competitive nobles of Erosa to fight and taunt each other over a woman, but this tragic guy had chosen the wrong person.

Well, both rivals and lovers have chosen the wrong object!

"You may be seated. ”

Charlotte nodded at the other party, and then he saw Alec's pupils dilate, and he quickly showed a look of hell.

"You, you are ......"

"Shhh

Before he could speak, Charlotte raised her index finger at him and motioned for him to sit down.

The young man bowed deeply to Charlotte and fidgeted half of his butt in his chair.

The doors of the carriage creaked shut, and soon Charlotte heard the crisp sound of the groom's whip outside the carriage, and the wheels moved slowly with a dull clang.

Surprisingly, the carriage, which looked like a large coffin, walked very smoothly.

Just as Charlotte was about to close her eyes for a while, there was a sudden noise outside the carriage. Charlotte opened her eyes and quietly built the spell model in her thoughts.

Squeak-

The carriage quickly stopped, and then the door of the black coffin was opened, and a man with long platinum-blond hair, a ponytail tied back his head, and a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses slipped into the carriage.

Wearing an artistic mask of a believer's reverent shout to the gods, he looked left and right at the dimly lit carriage and found an empty seat to sit down.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sorry for the delay due to some minor conditions on the road, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused to the two of you. ”

His voice was serious and serious, and if she hadn't seen him on such an occasion, Charlotte would almost have thought that the other party was an old-fashioned professor in a previous life classroom.

Now, though, it might be more plausible to describe it as a beast.

The man, who had also come to ask Willow, closed his eyes after only one word, and Charlotte noticed that he had his hands clasped over his abdomen, as if in prayer.

This made Charlotte look intrigued, a guy who was looking for joy asked Willow to pray on the way to the banquet? Is this guy crazy? Does he believe in the goddess of pleasure? Now he is praying for a good party tonight?

The carriage was moving forward with bones, and Charlotte's mind could sense that they were heading out of the city, and he wondered how these fellows were going to trick them into opening the gates.

But before that, the strange man made him even more curious.

He tapped his hands to his chest several times after praying, then folded his hands over his forehead

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It was a prayer gesture from the Church of Justice, which made Charlotte doubt the man's identity.

Will the devout believers of the just church pray before the willow of pleasure, and will he not be afraid that Dagmar will give him a just trial?

"Are you a believer in the Church of Justice?"

Charlotte couldn't help but wonder curiously, and then he quickly noticed the man's wary look.

He made a few gestures with his hands imperceptibly, and although it seemed to be dancing in a panic, it couldn't hide Charlotte, who had been immersed in spells for many years.

He was preparing to cast a spell, and the divine power faintly converging in the void was the best proof of this!

This guy is a priest! And a priest of Dagmar, the god of justice!

Charlotte made an immediate decision, setting the protective spell he had prepared to trigger automatically, and then making a pause gesture towards the other party.

"Who sent you? You're from the Society of Annihilation, right?"

"I think you're the evil party of the Annihilation Society, right? Damn the Abyss Demon!"

Without trying to find the information he wanted, it didn't appear that he was a member of the Annihilation Society. Charlotte then spread her hands at him to show that she had no ill intentions.

"No, no, no, please don't be impulsive, if you do it here, you won't end well. In fact, I'm just an ordinary nobleman attending a banquet! Why did you, Mr. Pastor, come to this banquet?"

The priest thought for a moment, and he finally stopped his movements, and looked at Charlotte and Alec with wary eyes.

"That's none of your business! Remember, I've got my eye on you both, and if I find you evil, I'll purify you with Dagmar's light!"

Alec glared viciously at the priest who dared to be rude to the Grand Duke of Icewind Castle, but he quickly gasped at the information he heard.

He finally realized that he seemed to be in terrible trouble again.