Volume 1 The Faculty of the Laws of War Chapter XXVII: Letters from the Griffin Society

"Griffon...... What is that? It's powerful, can you eat it?" Lu Ming was the first to react, but he didn't care very much, in his worldview, the Ministry of Magic's strict hierarchical relationship from the central to the local level is already the highest official authority, and in the secular world, there are behemoths like magic associations and churches, and other organizations or individuals are attached to these three behemoths, like an iron triangle, and the forces that balance each other steadily support the stability of this world.

He turned to open the gift box on the couch and prepared to change into a new school uniform. But when he put on his clothes halfway, he realized that the atmosphere was wrong, and the whole room was quiet as if he was alone, and he turned his head and looked blankly at the three people who were still stunned and staring at him in horror.

"What's the matter, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Lu Ming sat on the sofa with half of his clothes on his hand, scratching his head as if he was a man.

Xiao Million was the first to react, bounced off the ground like lightning, and hit Lu Ming's chin with a knee, and pressed him directly on the sofa without waiting for our unlucky guy to react, I don't know where to tear out a piece of medical tape, and seal his mouth cleanly, while looking around nervously; Lin Peng shouted the housekeeper's name loudly, but because he had been sitting for too long, his legs were numb, so he could only wave his hands in vain, as if trying to interfere with the flow of air to achieve the effect of hiding them; only Luna showed a eager posture, took a sip of the milk tea in the cup, and put on a heroic posture。

The housekeeper who pushed the door in when he heard the sound saw the posture of everyone messing around, shook his head helplessly and sighed. Picked up the black envelope that had been left on the ground, gently pushed his glasses, and then waved his right hand, the curtains in the living room were closed in regular order, and the luxurious chandelier in the center of the room burned with orange-yellow flames, and the whole room was filled with a gentle light, bright but not dazzling.

The unusual behavior made the four people nervous, the butler snapped his fingers, and four sofas flew in from all directions, lined up in front of him in order.

Four of them sat down honestly, two because of the name of the griffon's house, one because they believed in the old butler's ability, and one simply wanted to sit up and put on his clothes.

Lu Ming carefully looked at the housekeeper in front of him, this person was about fifty years old, no different from most manor housekeepers, black tuxedo, delicate gold wire glasses, the whole person's figure was not burly but very well-proportioned, with a slender and straight temperament and meticulous hairstyle, it seemed that he could be competent for all the orders from making a black tea to rushing to the front line to fight the enemy.

Although he didn't understand, he seemed to be very strong, this was Lu Ming's only thought.

The housekeeper glanced at Lin Peng, nodded slightly, and then sighed lightly and began to introduce the situation in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry to take your time, but this is an urgent situation, and I have to tell you a few things so that you don't make a wrong judgment. The butler did not sit down, but stood respectfully and straightly in front of the four people, but did not rush to open the letter, but hesitated, as if he had made up his mind, before deciding to continue.

"The Griffons are a secret magical organization founded after the end of the last era of the last law, when the mission was to restore the destruction of the magical world caused by disasters, it can be said that it is the first large-scale organization in the new era, and its members are all masters of magic who have survived the catastrophe and have made outstanding contributions throughout their long history. ”

"But one day in modern times, no one knows exactly what day, this great organization has split, each member of the Griffin Society is to determine their own successor, such a move to ensure the ability of the Griffon Society, but the difference between theory and belief is getting more and more serious, and finally one day a serious murder happened, a successor murdered his teacher, and publicly announced that he had escaped into the forces of the dark arts, which was a serious betrayal, the Griffin Society was all dispatched, paid a heavy price of more than half of the casualties, and successfully repelled the forces of the dark arts, but the organization turned from prosperity to decline, and gradually disappeared into the background。 ”

Lu Ming seemed to have a clue, it was impossible for such an organization that almost affected the course of the world to be active in front of the world, Lin Peng knew that such a force was normal, as for Luna and Xiao Million, behind these two were the Magic Association and the Church, but no matter how huge the organization was, it was also a pyramid organization, and the more high-level people knew the more internal news, and it seemed that he was going to reevaluate his friends.

"To this day, the high-level forces of the Griffon Guild are spread across various organizations, seemingly not interfering in the running of the world, but in fact monopolizing almost all the resources of power. In order to avoid the disclosure of their identities, they have almost no direct contact with the world, and rely on traditional letters, which are conveyed in unknown ways. This black envelope is the letter they use to officially inform them of secret matters, in addition to the red letter used for hunting, the white letter used for invitation, and the golden letter used to convey the opinion of the trial, each of which is an important existence that can shake the world. ”

Lu Ming nodded stupidly, almost wanting to applaud, according to the story line, the boss behind the scenes appeared. The power is monstrous, maintaining the world, regardless of right or wrong, but in the end it is destroyed by the protagonist group or the protagonist is replaced to be the boss.

But this is not necessarily, it all depends on the subjective will of the author: the boss behind the scenes is the final difficulty? Not necessarily. What if the boss splits up the bad guys, that's the bad boss, what if the boss has a bigger black hand behind the scenes, that's the boss of the boss, what if there's a visitor from the sky, is he a savior, or is he a savior? or a savior pig? or a groveling traitor?

The housekeeper noticed Lu Ming's eyes that were distracted by thinking, and coughed softly, pulling back his thousands of chaotic thoughts.

Lu Ming still didn't react a little, raised his head stupidly, and saw the housekeeper handing the envelope in front of him, and he couldn't react, "What are you ......?"

"Mr. Lu, you are the nominal captain of this team, and it stands to reason that this letter is for your team and should be opened by you. The butler handed over the envelope and gently lifted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Ah...... Oh...... Good...... All right. Lu Ming took the envelope and tore it open without much effort, not paying attention to the nominal words said by the housekeeper at all, and even adapting to his identity a little.

He soothed his stiff body, which had not fully healed from his injuries, and unfolded the same black letter inside, on which were written a few lines of text in golden ink, somewhat similar to his mother's flowery characters, but very different, without that delicacy, and in a more sloppy but chic font:

To Mr. Lu Ming, Miss Luna, Mr. Xiao Million, Mr. Lin Peng

Last night, I happened to watch the duel of several people, which was very exciting and left a deep impression on the contemptible people. It would be a pleasure to be able to correspond to you as a griffin club.

We've gotten to know you a little bit in private, and we know that you're all burdened and therefore inconvenient to bother, but we hope that you will have time to visit our Griffin Club Liaison Office, and if the conditions are right, we cordially invite you to join the Griffin Club as a warm organization, and we guarantee that the barbaric act of the heir killing the Mentor described by Mr. Steward will not happen again.

I sincerely hope to see you again.

Your dear

Sir Marfa Radish

The letter itself wasn't long, and its content wasn't even surprising, and if it weren't for the griffin club's mark, it might even be confused with a spam advertisement, but the four of them, along with the butler, fell silent.

Lu Ming: "Mr. Steward, you are not wrong to say that they are a very powerful organization, right? Save the world or something, invite us?" ”

Luna: "What do you mean by knowing that you're in a big position?

Lin Peng: "So how could he know the content of our conversation before we opened the letter?"

Xiao Million: "So he invited us, but didn't tell us the address?"

Butler: "......"

Everyone looked up at the housekeeper in unison, hoping that he would give a reasonable explanation, but the housekeeper just shook his head, put his hands behind his back respectfully, and did not give any answer, just calmly watched the letter slowly burn in Lu Ming's hand A small blue flame slowly devoured the black letter, but Lu Ming didn't feel a trace of temperature at all, and even burned his fingers without any feeling, but there was a slight coolness, and it disappeared quietly after devouring the last trace of the letter. The huge reception room fell silent for a moment.

The silence was broken by a gurgling sound, and Luna lowered her head to suck the empty cup of milk tea, munching on the pearls in the cup, her expression full and contented, as if she didn't need anything else in her life.

Noticing everyone's gaze, Luna tilted her head and said nonchalantly, "It all depends on what I'm doing, and people don't want your life, as for it." She folded her fingers and counted the previous questions, "You see, they know what we are about, the prophet guessed what we were talking about, invited us but didn't tell us the address, all for ..... reasons."

She put away her fingers, pointed at Lu Ming like a turntable, and announced her answer: "Anyway, they are a very powerful organization to save the world, and they are not roadside food stalls, so it's normal to be mysterious." ”

Lu Ming was furious, he originally thought that Luna knew some peerless inside information, but he was playing rotten with himself here?

The butler didn't say anything, calmly bowed slightly to the crowd, and turned to leave the room. The lights in the room dimmed little by little, the curtains opened one after another with his steps, and the warm sunlight filled the room again, even slightly dazzling.

Lu Ming suddenly squinted his eyes in alarm, not because of the sunlight spilling in from the window, but because he noticed that the wrist of the butler's right hand was also engraved with a black griffin......