She seemed to think of something sweet, and her eyebrows became more gentle.

But it was short-lived, and the current situation prevented her from calming down to reflect on the details.

Yun Chu Wei paused.

Haven't met? Communicate with each other in a communicative way.

This......

The painter muttered, "This is the ancient Western version of online dating?" ”

The expressions of several guests became a little strange.

Lilia whispered, "He is a gentleman, elegant and charismatic. I think his people are as perfect as his handwriting. ”

Yunchu: ......

"I'd like to see your invitation card."

Lilia's voice stopped, and she raised her head and glanced at Yun Chu seriously.

"Yes." She lowered her eyes, and her fingers pulled out a gorgeous golden card from the beautiful pocket around her waist.

"That's the invitation card."

Handing the invitation card to the other party, Lilia remained silent.

Yun Chu glanced down at the handwriting on the card.

The words are also golden, and they reflect star-like points of light under the crystal lamp.

Very good-looking words, neat and beautiful, with a uniform spacing between words, highly accurate, as if calculated by a computer.

But in every word, Yun Chu felt an illusion of being bound.

It is a feeling that the owner of the handwriting deliberately reins in the edge and strives to write the words in a regular manner.

"Do you know his name?" Yun Chu raised his head and looked directly at Lilia, as if he wanted to see her through.

Lilia's heart jumped, and she instantly had the illusion of being oppressed.

She was stunned for a moment, and then spoke: "The letterhead is Bane, and this may be his name." ”

The words fell, and Yun Chu stared at Lilia quietly for half a minute.

At this time, they only had a little more than a minute left.

"Let's go." Yun Chu said lightly and said to the other five guests.

Lilia wasn't lying, those were the only clues she knew.

Meanwhile.

Another corner.

The writer moved his wrist, and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He just got into a fight.

The missionary cowered in the corner and looked in horror at the 'young lady' in an orange tutu dress.

His lips trembled, and he shrank into the corner in horror and helplessness, "Y-What do you want?" ”

The writer slowly raised his hand, and wiped his thumb over the corner of his lips, erasing the blood.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, "Do you know demons?" ”

…

Another corner.

The anchor youth walked towards the Duke in the crowd and smiled lightly: "See you again, Lord Duke." ”

Then, in less than a minute, the anchor youth returned with a message.

…

8 guests meet at the end of the banquet.

There is only one minute left.

The writer had a small gray package in his hand, and he said, "I didn't get any clues from the missionary's mouth, but I got something interesting." ”

As he spoke, the writer opened the package and took out a crumpled parchment scroll.

"I can't read it, but I can probably guess that it has something to do with the gods of this world. I don't know if there will be a clue to the demon. ”

Without a moment's delay, the anchor youth immediately continued: "I followed the plan and asked the Duke about the Donn Knight. ”

The crowd listened with bated breath.

Anchor: "He said that Done Knight is a twenty-year-old young man, and they have a good relationship, and they are good friends. ”

"Three days ago, the knight and the duke said that he had received an invitation card for the banquet, and the duke had received the same invitation card the next day."

But at today's banquet, he looked around several times, but he didn't find Knight Don. And when he passed by the door of the knight's house on his way to the feast, the door was closed. ”