It's finally here...... Lumien exhaled, folded the letter, and turned to leave the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He hadn't gone to look for Franca, they had already communicated many times about the meeting before, and there was no need to waste time confirming it.

Lumien made his way to the new safe house on Nightingale Street and threw his satchel with the "torture" gloves on the bed.

He didn't prepare any additional tin cabinets, because with a few hidden traps in the room, ordinary thieves couldn't get close to the core area at all, and forcibly breaking in would only kill him, and ordinary thieves couldn't stop the tin cabinets.

When the time was about to come, Lumien put on a wizard-like hooded black robe, following the description of her sister by Lady "Hela" and Franka when she attended the party.

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Immediately afterward, he took out the "lie" and turned it into a silver-white earring full of simple beauty, which was clipped to the earlobe of his right ear.

In the full-length mirror, Lumian calmly watched as he suddenly became shorter, and his hair turned pure blonde, thick and long.

His facial features also changed, completely close to the memory of Auror, the bridge of his nose was high and delicate, his red lips were neither thick nor thin, and his eyes were light blue and clear, condensing with a shimmer.

Lumian used to think that her sister was a very different person from her appearance, seemingly bright and sunny, cheerful and generous, but in fact she was a woman who liked to nest at home and was not very willing to go out to communicate with others.

And if such an Oroel really goes out, he will not show a little fear, just like Lumian, who can naturally communicate with the old ladies of the village of Cordu, and can tell stories to the children brilliantly and vividly, and win their love.

Since knowing the origin of his sister, Lumian began to understand why Auror's heart is not the same as her appearance and temperament, of course, many people have similar situations, but Aurore is a little more obvious because of her own specialness.

In recent times, Lumian has often wondered what her sister was like and what kind of life she was living.

Gradually, he saw that Aurore's light blue eyes in the mirror became blurred, as if he was caught in the reminiscence of the past.

Lumian remembers the first time she heard her sister mention her hometown was the year after she arrived in the village of Cordu.

At that time, the shepherds turned back to the highland pastures, and Aurel took him to pet the lambs that had not been born long ago, and then "cruelly" bought their relatives to the green pastures with white or yellow wildflowers, sorted out an area that would not affect the surrounding area, put the grill and charcoal, and made a picnic.

When night came, and the stars stood out in the sky, like countless diamonds converging into a brilliant river, Aurore suddenly became stunned, and raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

Lumien asked her what she was thinking, and she said she was homesick and homesick.

In the mirror, Aurel's eyes lost focus, reflecting the yellowish and blue light of the calcium carbide lamp, flashing a little crystalline.

There was no going back to the mountain village next to the green meadows in the bright sun. “

After a while, Lumian opened the pocket watch he had borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom and confirmed the time.

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He then put on a silvery-white half-face mask, with his gracefully curved lips and picturesque chin exposed.

Immediately afterward, Lumian pulled out a piece of paper with the word "Muggle" written in Old Forsak and placed it on his left chest.

According to Franca, there are hundreds of members of the "Curly Baboon Society", and they all meet in different disguises, and if they don't have the corresponding code names on their bodies, no one knows who is who, except for a few who are very familiar with each other.

Although the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Association" are all from the same world, but each other's hometowns are different, the language is not the same, after crossing here, the same is not in the same country, it is inevitable that there will be communication barriers, at the beginning, they relied on the translation of some members who have mastered multiple languages, and later, gradually the source of the Chinese languages of the northern continent, Gufusak as the common language.

INTERVIEWER For the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society, who live in different countries, the language is close to the native language of the body, and it is much easier to learn and master.

Of course, there are also members whose mother tongue is quite different from that of Gufsak, but there are not many of them, and only a few can obey the majority, and someone will translate for them before they master the corresponding language.

Lumian himself has a background in the ancient Fusak language, and after arriving in Trier, he has been learning the language in depth with the help of Aurel's witchcraft notes, and normal communication and exchange are no longer a problem.

When it was almost 10 o'clock, Lumian looked at the full-length mirror and fine-tuned the details of his figure, placing various ritual materials and a wine jug containing a "decent" brooch into the hidden pocket of the wizard's black robe.

After doing this, Lumian took Ms. Hela's letter in his hand and recited the mantra in Hermetic asking to attend the meeting:

"Transcendent from the ancient times, Lord of the Night Realm, Exalted Mother of Heaven, please allow me to enter your realm."

As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he felt that Huo Ran around him had become dark, and he saw himself in the mirror like a pencil sketch, quickly erased by an eraser.

His eyes went dark, and he seemed to have fallen into the deepest and deepest sleep.

Suddenly, Lumien remembered the meeting and heard his heart beating strongly.

He snapped to his senses and found himself in a palace with gaps in the walls of a boulder and a little weed.

In the depths of the palace there was a large mottled stone chair, but no one approached it, and through the cracks in the walls and broken windows, Lumian could see that the night was dark and cold outside, and a thick fog was filled.

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Starlight fell through the mist, creating a dim setting for the palace, illuminating the mist-shrouded, looming town that surrounded the palace.

There was no one in the town, like a dream, and in the palace, the stone candlesticks embedded in the walls were lit up with yellowish fires.

At this time, hundreds of figures had arrived, each dressed in different ways, and Lumian looked at it and did not find "Hela" for the time being, only recognized "Hidden Blade" Franca.

She was dressed in her favorite Assassin attire, with a black robe and leather armor, a hood not too low, and a silver half-face mask on her face.

However, only Franca was the only one of these Assassins who was truly an "Assassin".

Lumian didn't greet Franca, but followed her instructions and the prompts in Miss Hela's previous letter, and walked towards the large stone bench.

This kind of gathering of large numbers is no different from a bazaar, and it is unlikely that they can be communicated and traded in a unified form, but can only be divided into small groups, unless there is something particularly important, and the vice presidents such as "Gandalf" or "Hela" will go to the huge stone chairs and gather everyone together to make announcements in the form of speeches.

Of course, you can do this if you want to publish your requirements to everyone.

Aurel's most frequent meeting was for the "Academy" group, which met in the corner to the left of the huge stone chair deep in the palace.

As he walked in that direction, Lumian sighed at the magic of the party's form.

He recited a mantra and left the safe house on Nightingale Street in the market district and came to such a mysterious and ancient palace!

And the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Association" here come from different places in the north and south continents, and they can arrive in a period of time.

Such a miracle had never been seen before by Lumian, and it was more incredible to him than "Teleportation", which was only matched by the "sowing" of the "Great Mother" gifter.

To Lumien's bafflement, Franka had not told him how to enter the meeting, saying that even if it was spoken face-to-face, he would not hear it unless she had permission from Ms. Hela.

But isn't this just a matter of reciting a mantra, how can you not hear it?

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According to Franca, such power is likely to come from a certain seal, a seal that Lady "Hela" cannot grasp, but can be used to a certain extent.

In addition to this way of gathering meetings, the "Curly Baboon Research Society" has other methods, but they are all conceived by different groups themselves, and are used for internal or small circle gatherings, such as "Hidden Blade" Franca, who and some of her better members privately set up a "telegram group" to chat and communicate at fixed times using small, simplified analysis machines.

Lumian thought about Franca and Hela's rough description of Aurore's party state, and based on his own speculation, his steps gradually became lighter.

He felt that the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" had a common and special background, and even if his sister wanted to beware of other people at the party, she would show the kind of total relaxation when she got along with herself, which was even more obvious.

This is a state where there are no heavy secrets.

There were also many figures coming, and they were quickly sketched out in the air, like a successful oil painting.

Some of the members of these "Curly Baboon Research Society" wore classical iron-gray full-body armor, some painted red, yellow and white multi-colored oil paint, playing the role of clowns, and some painted exaggerated makeup, which could not be seen at all, like vicious witches in some folklore, some wore monster helmets carved out of orange and yellow pumpkins, some relied on homemade hoods to become vampires with pale faces and bright red lips, and some wore horse-shaped clothes and put their whole body into it....

This is more exaggerated and imaginative than a masquerade in newspapers and magazines.

With a slight smile on his lips, Lumian passed between the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society, occasionally responding to those who greeted him with a chin gesture.

Finally, he arrived at the corner where the "Academy" group was.

Lumian's eyes naturally swept around, and he saw the code names attached to his body:

"Pettigrew", "Professor", "Griffon", "Eagle", "Bear", "Headmaster", "Periodic Table", "Isotope", ......