"What about the secret gathering?"

……

Looking at the densely parked private carriage in front of the steel warehouse in front of him, the brown-haired boy who had just arrived was a little dumbfounded.

Before that, when his companions invited him, he spoke to him in a hidden, small group of young spellcasters.

But at the moment, how can this be considered hidden?

While the surrounding area is indeed remote, it is not deserted.

With so many richly decorated carriages gathered together, even a fool can tell what is going on inside.

Looking at all this, Alan faintly felt a sense of absurdity, and even retreated.

However, thinking of the words he had sworn to participate with his friends, he hesitated for a moment, and finally walked towards the warehouse door.

But when he thought of someone, Alan couldn't help but stop walking.

"Do you want to wait for Charles?" He pondered secretly.

Although the other party's words made people angry, it was always his eldest brother, and it didn't seem good to just "throw him down" and go in first......

Thinking a little tangled, he then thought that the old brother probably didn't know where to go, so he snorted, shook off this thought, and his steps quickened.

In the sunlight, the huge warehouses in the open field looked gray, but they matched the barren and remote streets around them.

In the early years, the site was said to have been built as a factory area, but the owner of the nearby Black Swan Opera House strongly opposed the plan, and after some operation, the place gradually fell into disuse.

……

At this time, there were two male servants in suspenders at the door of the warehouse, and Alan was stopped as he approached.

"Credentials."

One of the round-faced servants said.

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then figured it out. Busy took out a piece of paper full of secret letters from the pocket of his dress and handed it to the other party.

The theme of this gathering is the caster class, and naturally it is impossible to let ordinary people in casually, so screening is essential.

Approaching the warehouse, everything suddenly opened up.

On the outside, the huge warehouse looks gray and dilapidated, but when you enter it, you find that there is another world.

The extensive dirt floor is completely covered with a light blue carpet, and the surrounding steel walls are painted the same color.

Looking up, the high top of the warehouse is hung with various silk ribbons and exquisite rag dolls, making the place look very chic and atmospheric.

Countless figures flickered in front of them, servants with silver plates and wine bottles, delicately dressed ladies, and neatly dressed young gentlemen.

The difference is the clothing, the same is the age - all around is the face of young people, and it seems that the place is full of energy.

"How can there be a secret gathering, it is clearly a large dating party."

As Alan thought so, a faintly high-pitched and loud singing voice came into his ears, and as far as the eye could see, a young man in a white dress was standing on a makeshift "stage" in the depths of the warehouse.

The song he sang was called The Mercy of the Thorns, which was one of the more popular religious songs of the church this year.

The deep treble is calm and has a hint of divine atmosphere, which makes it sound like I can't help but revere my heart, and it also makes the people around me look very dignified at the moment.

"That's nice." The brown-haired young man sighed secretly, and then he walked towards the warehouse.

Faces of strangeness and familiarity continued to pass in front of him, and Allen's eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for his friends.

It's just that there are too many people here, and after half a day, no one can find him, but he is attracted to other things.

"Beautiful Miss, what bothers you is not love, but self-......"

When passing by a "stall", the stall owner's long words came into his ears, and when he looked at it, a peer wearing a pink suit and trousers, brown hair and blue eyes came into view.

Alan didn't know the man, but there were whispers around him.

"Mirein is said to have advanced to the ring."

"Promotion Ring? What is his bloodline? ”

"It seems to be a dream elf."

……

People from the church?

Aren't dream fairies chosen by women?

Hearing this, Alan couldn't help but wonder, and deliberately glanced at the young man named Mirin several times, although he did look a little girly, but obviously had an Adam's apple.

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but continued on his way.

The thin figure kept passing by strange men and women, and after a few steps, a guy dressed in retro silver armor and wrapped himself in airtight armor caught his attention again.

"Doesn't seem to show anything other than the eyes?" Scratching his head, the brown-haired boy couldn't help but wonder why the man was dressed like this at the banquet.

Not only is it difficult to eat, but it is also inconvenient to pee......

This is a question worth pondering. But it wasn't long before he was once again distracted by another figure.

The man was dressed in the same black dress as himself, but his hair was very long, and he did not wear a hat, and his hair was floating freely behind his head without wind.

It's not the most eye-catching, the most eye-catching thing is that with that blonde hair fluttering, there is also his whole person.

That's right, surrounded by many people, the strange face who was a little older, but still in the peer stage, sat in the air, at least a meter or so from the blue carpet below, his body slowly floating, and the appearance of meditation with his eyes closed seemed very mysterious.

"This is the real spellcaster, right?" He couldn't help but sigh.

Casting spells is to do something that ordinary people can't do, but you really want to do, instead of just lighting some weapon or arm, what's the point?

"Hey, Alan, we're here!"

A greeting from not far away interrupted the brown-haired boy's thoughts.

He looked up, and several friends came into view.

Freckled good friend Charlie, Charlie's good friends Norma and Andy, and Princess Irene, who has long red hair.

He was very disappointed not to see a figure of his crush, but Alan was just as happy to see his friends.

Waving his hand at them, he didn't come up to them, but took a few steps to a chair in the corner of the warehouse and sat down—because some of his friends were surrounded by strangers, and he didn't want to interact with strangers.

Seeing this, his friends were quite helpless, and the red-haired Princess Irene, who had been to the Cranston Manor, couldn't help but come over.

"Alan, why did you become a mimosa in the first place? Come on, I'll take you to meet a few new friends. ”

"You guys, you play, don't care, leave me alone." The brown-haired boy stammered that he had no interest in socializing with his friends, which he thought was boring.

Irene sighed helplessly, but she hadn't forced it, who had already seen some stubbornness. When he got back to his place, he pointed in this direction for a while, then ignored it.

Soon after, she took a few friends and walked towards the young man in white who was finishing singing not far away.

Regardless of the simple singing, the angelic blood of the church can always make people feel good.

……

Alan here didn't care about the behavior of his companions, but after sitting down, he kept staring at the young man in pink who was floating on his own, and secretly couldn't help but think about it.

"When will I be able to fly myself?"

Thinking about it, the sight in front of him was suddenly blocked, and when he raised his eyes, three young figures came into view.

"How does it feel? Little Cranston? The middle-aged man in blue asked with a smile.

His short hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in a blue gentleman's suit, which clearly distinguished him from the black figures around him, making him quite eye-catching.

However, what worries Allen more is his identity - Prince Joseph of the royal family.

"It's okay, it's okay." He stammered in reply.

For the prince in front of him who was beaten by his brother, he instinctively had a special sense of shame, as if it was not his brother who did it, but him.

"I heard your brother is back?" The other party asked with interest.

As he spoke, he didn't sit down, just stood straight in front of the brown-haired boy, looking down.

"Yes." Alan replied in a whisper, he didn't want to say more, but he had a sense of urgency in his heart to end the topic as soon as possible.

However, since the other party has found it, he doesn't plan to end it easily.

"And how is he now?" Prince Joseph asked, suddenly bending down to look into Allen's ear, and whispered in doubt: "Have you been beaten by those country buns?" ”

Hearing his vulgar words, Alan was obviously stunned, but the other party did not end his words, but continued in a serious whisper.

"Or can I look up at him, sleep with some fat village woman who smells of cow, and then pathetically contract syphilis?"

"You might ask, what kind of obese woman, well, to use an analogy, like your stepmother."

Listening to this, Allen's slightly timid expression gradually turned into anger, but the other party still did not end.

"You know, I heard that your stepmother slept with your groom, and your father didn't know anything about it, and he laughed all day long, alas, it's really sympathetic."

"To be honest, I admire your groom very much, such an ugly fat woman, she really has to do it, of course, compared to your father, he is still a little worse, your father ......"

"Shut up!" A loud, angry voice interrupted his whispered muttering. It attracts the attention of everyone around.

As far as he could see, the young man in blue with his two younger brothers was straightening up with an innocent face, and in front of him, the youngest son of the Cranston family was gritting his teeth angrily.

The scene was tense and seemed very wrong, but many young people who grew up in Wangcheng were already familiar with a certain rule in the circle, so that no one stepped forward to understand the specifics, but just stood not far away to watch the play.

In the distance, the red-haired princess, who had always taken care of the brown-haired boy, couldn't help but approach with a few of her companions, but they didn't speak rashly before they knew the specific situation.

"Why are you yelling at me?" The young man in blue asked suspiciously in a normal, innocent voice: "I just want to ask if your brother is here, if there is one, I must ask him to apologize to me, are you not allowed me to mention this little request?" ”

Hearing this, the people around couldn't help but suddenly think of the humiliating past of this prince, so they looked at the brown-haired young man with more or less disdain.

This couldn't help but make Alan angry.

"You, you clearly said no, it's not this!"

Hearing this, Prince Joseph blinked, and then asked, "Not this, but what?" ”

"Yes—" Alan wanted to tell the truth, but the words were so unpleasant that he stammered and couldn't say anything for a while, but his face kept reddening.

The young man in blue sighed because of this: "What did I say, you said, is it possible that you can't make it up for a while?" Alas, I figured out that the Cranston family was so domineering. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at his companion beside him: "Cather, when we see the two brothers in the future, let's hide a little bit, beat you, but no one will make the decision for you." ”

As he spoke, he patted his companion on the shoulder, sighed, and turned to leave.

However, Allen's words suddenly stopped him.

"Rubbish!"

"What are you?" Joseph jerked back to look at the brown-haired boy.

"I said you're trash!" Alan, who was too angry and forgot to stammer, gritted his teeth and said, "I can't get out of bed after being beaten by my brother for three days, waste!" ”

"Be careful, little brother." Prince Joseph said with a gloomy face.

"What can a piece of waste do to me?"

Hearing this, Joseph, who was barely calm, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the other party's bow tie, and when stimulated, he leaned his head close to the other party, gritted his teeth and said, "Stupid stammer, do you dare to say it again?" ”

"What if you say it again!" Allen, who was being pulled by the collar, had some difficulty breathing, but he still said disdainfully: "You, just one!" I was beaten by my brother and couldn't get out of bed for three days - waste! ”

Joseph's chest rose and fell sharply when he heard this, and his face was gloomy as if he could drip water.

Even a waste of wood like you dare to bully me!?

Seeing that the atmosphere was cold and solid, Irene, who had been paying attention for a long time, couldn't help but come up to persuade her.

"Brother, don't be angry, there may be some misunderstanding."

"Get out of here!" He yelled at his sister, who he didn't know well, then turned his head to look at the young man in his hand, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a paragraph.

"Maybe I should give you a taste of what anger is."

"Come on." Alan snorted.

"Do you really dare?"

He gritted his teeth and said, but he didn't notice the angry and even frightened look in front of him, but his face suddenly stunned.

Stunned?

The doubts in his heart flashed away, and then, Joseph felt a pain in the back of his head, and extreme dizziness spread throughout his body, his legs were weak, and he involuntarily collapsed to the ground, and before he fell unconscious, a voice of doubt came from behind.

"What is this guy doing by the neck?"