"Alright, let's get ready to do it."

Through the freshly painted iron fence, the chubby Horace carefully observed the scene in the castle, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.

And beside him, the tall and thin Jasper has also packed all the tools of the crime.

The two of them sat in a car provided by the cleaning company, wearing green overalls, and at first glance, they looked no different from real cleaning staff.

They got out of the car in full gear and walked along the castle wall to the back door, where there were two black guards with big shoulders and round waists.

"Hey, buddy, we're here to unclog the sewer pipes."

Horace, who was naturally funny, took the initiative to step forward and set up a friendship, but the two guards had a face that could not be seen clearly in the night, and they had a businesslike attitude.

There was no way, Jasper could only take out the identity documents of himself and others, as well as the certificate issued by the cleaning company, and wait for the guards to confirm with the general control room before being put in.

The castle's backyard was connected to the utility room and kitchen, and once inside, Horace went straight to the bathroom, while Jasper took advantage of the noise and lifted the manhole cover of the sewer and got into it with tools.

And while they were busy in the backyard, a slender figure in a snow-white silk cloak was stepping on graceful steps and swaying gracefully to the gate of the castle.

The waiter who greeted the guests was attracted by her unique mysterious temperament from afar, and waited until the people approached to remember their mission.

"Hello, please show me your invitation."

The hood of the cloak cast a shadow over the beauty's countenance, revealing only a pointed chin and slightly curled fiery red lips.

"It's a pity!" When the waiter was still annoyed that he could not see the face of this beauty, an invitation had already floated in front of him with a fragrant breeze.

The waiter's eyes flickered, and when he raised his head again, the beauty was gone.

In the spacious and bright hall, the organizer of the evening, the honorable Countess von Hermann, had also slowly walked down the stairs.

The snow-white dress on her body, which is mainly black and white, has an exaggerated shape, has a high collar, and deliberately exposes a snow-white dress on her chest is also the theme of this party - "the collision of black and white".

"It's ...... To my detriment. The Countess took the champagne glass from the butler beside her and raised it high.

The guests gathered around also followed her example, "Respect the Earl......"

"Jingle Bell!"

The sound of everyone's salute had just sounded, and a crisp sound of glass breaking came from the gate.

What's the situation?

The guests followed the prestige and saw that the champagne tower placed at the door had collapsed because the bottom glass had been removed, and the floor was covered with transparent glass shards, and the mellow champagne liquid flowed on the floor, overflowing with the aroma of wine.

As for the glass of champagne that had been pumped out, it was being gulped down by a lady in a white cloak standing nearby.

Facing the gaze of the crowd, the lady put down the cup in her hand. Like a waiter beside him, he asked, "Do you have fire?" ”

The waiter was stunned by her question, and subconsciously took out a match from his pocket, lit it and handed it to her.

The onlookers didn't know what she was mad about, but when the lady took the match, she let go of her hand and let the flaming match fall on her white cloak.

Rumble!

Flame! Flame!

Crimson flames ignited her cloak, erupting like a volcano.

"Ahh

The surrounding guests screamed and messed up, but the flames did not stop, like a storm of fire, instantly swept through the entire hall, until they hit the white light on the castle walls before turning back.

Almost all the people were frightened enough by the sudden turn of events, and they shouted, "It's on fire!" It's on fire! ”

Some people don't even care whether their movements are graceful, and just lie on the ground and roll around, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But they soon realized that there was no pain in their bodies from the burning flames, and the flames seemed to be false illusions, flowing and rising around them.

Clarke, who had been hiding among the guests, stretched out his hand to try to touch them, but some of the mischievous creatures flew towards the source like the water at low tide.

At the very place where the flames erupted, a beautiful woman was standing.

She wore a long fishtail dress that was as red as a flame, and the layers of parallel folds tightly wrapped around her body, outlining her moving curves.

The mermaid skirt is layered with layers of yarn to create the effect of flowers blooming, and the sides naturally rotate and spread out, as if a flame is burning under her feet.

Such a flamboyant costume is a striking contrast to the surrounding black and white dresses. Coupled with the dreamlike magic flame just now, the appearance of this red dress can be said to have amazed everyone.

"Click!"

Clark hurriedly pressed the shutter to record this fleeting and beautiful image, ready to be used in the future report.

He naturally recognized that the beautiful woman in the red dress who shocked her appearance was the saboteur of this ball, the witch Kuila.

Although she dyed her hair black and white, and wore a black feather eye patch on her face, such a gorgeous display of clothing, as well as her signature light and shadow magic, revealed her identity.

Among the people present, in addition to Clark, there was even one person who recognized Kouira's identity.

"Sister Kouira!"

An indiscernible exclamation rang out from Clark's left-hand side, and he followed the sound to find a silver-haired girl standing by the vase not far away.

The girl seemed to notice Clark's gaze and turned her head to meet him.

"Fleur Delacour!"

"Who's that!"

Clark almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, "Please, my name is Clark Prewit." ”

"Oh, Clark Prewitt, how did you end up here?" Fleur glanced at him curiously.

Clark flashed the badge he had on his chest.

"Contributing fashion editor of "Right and Wrong Daily"? Reporter! The sharp-eyed Fleur saw the words on it clearly and questioned with a little surprise.

"Why, can't I be a journalist? The Journal is nothing more than a small local Parisian newspaper. It's easy to become a contributing editor to them. Clark put away his ID card and asked, "What about you?" How did you know that she was the same Kouira-senpai you were talking about? ”

"Shh Fleur reached out to stop Clarke's words, "Be quiet! In any case, using magic in front of Muggles is already a violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic, beware of letting others hear and causing trouble for Sister Kuira. ”

As she spoke, she looked at Kuyla in the center of the crowd with an admiring gaze, "Do you still need to guess?" Even though she changed her clothes, dyed her hair, and wore a mask, her senior sister's temperament was still so unique, like a firefly in the night, it was difficult not to notice her. ”