As soon as Chen Wang returned to the dormitory, he heard a low roar from the bell tower in the distance, and the bronze bell, which had not been rung for a long time, shook and rang throughout the campus.

"Has anyone left again?"

Sighing, Chen Wang gently opened the window of the dormitory, and a large flock of white pigeons poured out from there, chirping in the air, circling and flying, and I don't know how many hundred or thousands of them were.

The night sky of the entire Kassel Academy was covered with the white feathers of pigeons, and all the pigeons landed on the lawn, and they did not forage for food, but only cooed, and the sound was a little sad in the night sky.

Everyone lowered their heads, and someone lit a white candle and stuck it in the lawn.

Chen Wang also silently took out a white candle from under the bed and lit it, he dropped a few drops of wax oil on the windowsill to hold it in place, then closed his eyes and gently hummed Thomas Gray's graveside lamentation.

He didn't know who had left, but anyone in the Kassel Academy, whoever had died in the dragon-slaying business, were all companions.

In a sense, the sacrificial companions are the leaders of the candle, and they fight for a common ambition, which is to slay the dragon.

As for the exploration of the Dragon Tomb, Chen Wang had also roughly heard that it was like a curse coiled above the head of the secret party, and everyone who entered the Dragon Tomb before had to sacrifice at least one.

This is the curse of the dragons.

It wasn't until the candle burned out that Chen Wang let out a long sigh and took his gaze back from the window.

The dead are gone, but the lives of the living go on.

He didn't forget what Fingal said to himself, turned his head and opened his laptop, logged in to QQ, and an email icon immediately appeared on it, and the sender was "Gu Xi".

He clicked on it and was suddenly stunned.

Dear Senior Brother Chen Wang,

On behalf of Caesar Gattuso, President of the Student Council, I solemnly invite you to the dinner and social dance tomorrow night at the Amber Pavilion at 18:00, and the Student Council will be present in a group to pay tribute to the S-class students of the Kassel Academy who have not been seen for several years, and to setting new records in a day of freedom, and Caesar Gattuso looks forward to meeting you privately.

Please wear formal attire.

Your most sincere friend

Gu Xi

"What?"

Chen Wang rubbed his messy hair, feeling that his mind was messed up like a pot of porridge.

He can understand that Caesar invited Lu Mingfei, the only "S" among the current students, to attend the party, because he also had the idea of inviting Lu Mingfei to participate in the Lionheart Club through the party.

It was only later that considering the existence of the "Lace Girl Group" in the student union, the Lionheart Society's strength reserves in this regard were really weak in comparison, so he gave up this idea.

But what was he invited to the gala for?

Compared to Caesar's desire to reassure himself, Chen Wang felt that it was more likely that the guys in the student union planned to kill people there and eliminate him, the number one general around Chu Zihang.

But as a person from the Celestial Empire, where is there a reason to escape?

If you haven't gone straight to the point with a single knife, can you be regarded as a real man after passing five levels and cutting six generals? Is it worthy of the second master Guan who worshiped before?

What's more, the sender of this invitation letter is still Gu Xi, if he really refuses directly without giving face, he will inevitably have trouble sleeping and eating in the future.

With a long sigh, Chen Wang took out his mobile phone and made a call to Fingal: "Senior brother, have you been invited to the banquet in the Ample Pavilion tomorrow?" ”

Fingal's cheerful voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, Lu Mingfei and I have already received the invitation letter. ”

"That's good." , Chen Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Remember to bring photography equipment when the time comes, the scene of the 'S' class freshmen participating in the dance must be recorded." ”

"Are you afraid that Caesar will cut it open and chop it up, kill and dismember the body?" , Fingal immediately saw through Chen Wang's intentions: "First put five thousand yuan on my card, senior brother guarantees that you will be fine tomorrow, at least the day after tomorrow, the headline of the Night Watch forum will not be the news of your disappearance." ”

"Okay." , Chen Wang twitched the corners of his mouth with some distress: "Send your bank card number over in a while, and I'll call you." ”

......

The next evening, the Amber Pavilion turned on all the lights as night fell, and the crystal chandeliers were dazzling through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

It is a villa with a Gothic spire, a roof covered with crimson tiles, and the walls are clinging to Indian granite, and in front of the door is a rain-sheltered walkway, supported by huge rolled arches, each with carved angels, contemplative or smiling, in front of which is a limestone seraph statue with six wings spread with a sword of fire, bathed in the autumn drizzle.

The young leaders of the student council, dressed in black dresses and with white handkerchiefs or crimson roses in their jacket pockets, stood in the corridor as if waiting for someone.

A pitch-black extended Mercedes-Benz Maybach S680 turned in from the intersection of Ample Hall, and the young cadres of the student union looked sideways slightly, but there was no big wave.

After all, they were all wearing Armani or Zegna suits, Montblanc or Constantine watches, and the water parked in front of the door was either Aston Martin or Jaguar.

This high-end Maybach can only be considered an "ordinary" vehicle at tonight's banquet.

Maybach slowly stopped in the parking space in front of the Ample Pavilion, and a young man in a black custom suit with a shiny back stepped out of the passenger seat, wearing sunglasses and a hard-line face with no expression on it.

At the same time, several agile figures in the bushes on the other side jumped out, holding digital SLRs, and pounced on them, flashing with magnesium.

"What for?"

The young man in a black custom suit looked coldly at the paparazzi in this direction, with a full aristocratic style.

As if shocked by the young man's powerful aura, the paparazzi immediately put away their cameras and re-entered the bushes, as if they had re-entered the latent state.

"I remember the license plate number of that car." , A paparazzi wearing glasses glanced at the photos taken on the SLR and couldn't help frowning: "Isn't this the Lionheart's Lancelot car?" I remember that every time he went out on business, he drove this S680! ”

"That guy wasn't Lancelot just now, was he?" Another paparazzi immediately came over, and he seemed to smell the news: "I remember that he seems to be the one who often hangs out with the Lionheart President, what's his name... Chen Wanglai? ”

"Could it be..."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and in just a few minutes finalized a simple news item on the Kassel Academy News Channel for tomorrow.