Albus. Medici ...... Lumian repeated the name in his mind as he looked at the member of the Predator Cross, a little surprised by his full name.

In Gardner. In the meeting convened by Martin, Albus never said what his last name was, and Gardner. Martin didn't say anything about it either, and now, he's facing Puiver. Sauron, even gave his full name.

Is this to disguise it more realistically? Lumien's gaze swept across Albus's face and saw that he had not concealed his mockery when Count Puiver uttered the surname "Medici", as if he were mocking the member of the House of Sauron.

"Charles. Dubois. Lumian held out his right hand and politely announced his name.

Albus shook his hand rather casually, with a distinct smile in his eyes.

He said:

"I've heard your name, a generous patron of the arts."

This member of the "Predator Cross" accented on "generosity".

"Thanks to my patron." Lumien is a pun.

To the ears of the other guests, the "patron" he was referring to was his father, the wealthy family, and Albus, as a member of the "Iron Cross", would naturally understand what he really meant.

Puiver. After exchanging a few words with Lumian, Sauron led him to the couch area.

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The party was attended by small and familiar faces, including Puiver's cousin Elose, home Anoli, the painter Mullen, the critic Ernst & Young, and the poet Ellett.

After everyone chatted for a while, they ate some snacks with black tea, and the Count of Puiver looked around,

Smiled and proposed:

"How about we have an adventure today?"

"Adventure?" Albus looked up at the ceiling and asked with a slight sneer, "Adventure in the bedroom?" ”

What he meant was that the Red Swan Castle, although not small, could accommodate the main members of a family and a few hundred soldiers in its heyday, but there was no area suitable for adventure, and everyone could not go to the bedroom:

An adventure with a Trier twist, right?

Such a joke made everyone happy, Puifer. Sauron coughed lightly and said:

"In case you didn't know, Red Swan Castle also has a large underground area.

"In the era when it was built, the first thing to consider was the role of war, and it was obviously unqualified to have a cellar with a large capacity and a tunnel to evacuate at a critical moment.

"Over the centuries, each generation of my ancestors has repaired or expanded the underground part to make it more and more like a labyrinth, more and more like the site of some horror story, and even for someone like me who grew up in the Red Swan Castle, my knowledge of the place is limited to the parts that are commonly used.

"Our goal this time is to go deep into that underground labyrinth and find one of my ancestors.

A count's tiara in one of the rooms in the free coin, which is set with many rubies, you can recognize it at a glance.

"The one who finds that count's crown will be the king of today."

Going deep into the "underground labyrinth", ....... scenes emerged in Lumien's mind:

People who are constantly self-harming in the Castle of the Red Swanna.....

Screams of unknown origin.....

A bronze coffin surrounded by countless white candles....

Palm with crimson near black blood vessels protruding from the roots.......

A sleek, black, blood-spilling heart.....

The things behind seem to be hidden in some of the halls underground!

In an instant, Lumian had a clear understanding:

Puiver. Sauron's temptation has really come!

He resisted the urge to look around, not looking for Gardner who might be lurking. Martin, set his sights on Albus. Medici.

This member of the "Iron Cross" "tsk" smiled:

"As interesting as it sounds, it's a game of the brave!

He seemed to be worried that others would oppose such a venture, and preemptively started the run with words:

Those who don't want to participate are cowards!

The Count of Puiver added:

"Don't worry, if you get lost and can't find your way back, ring the bell in your room, and servants will come looking for you and take you out of the ground."

"No problem." "I'm actually looking forward to something, so I'll have great material for writing." ”

"Like, 'The Last Day of Arnoli'?" Lumian joked.

He had already attended many gatherings of the "Black Cat" art organization, and knew that Arnoli and the poet Elite were people who could be ridiculed and ridiculed, and they would not be angry at all—the former was forbidden not to praise other writers, and the latter was only angered by the social situation and practical problems of Intis.

Arnoli took a sip of black tea and muttered:

"The old folks at Intiswen College are going to love this theme."

Seeing that there was no objection, the Count of Puiver stood up and said to all the guests:

"We split into two groups for the adventure, and we were able to do it individually along the way.

"One group is led by me, and the other group follows Charles, who have been kings in the last three months" are willing to raise their hands with Charles. ”

"Me!" The first to raise his hand turned out to be Albus. Medici, Lumian thought he would follow in Puifer's footsteps. Sauron to complete the mission of the Predator Cross.

The Count of Puiver was not at all surprised by this, as if that was the development he was expecting.

The second to raise his hand was the master's cousin, Eloth.

With long brown and red hair, supple eyebrows of the same color, bright brown eyes, and a little baby fat on her face, Elose smiled and said to Lumian:

"I've always been Mr. Charles's female companion before, and I don't want to be an exception this time.

Lumian glanced at her, smiled and nodded.

In his cognition, this young lady who is not yet twenty years old is not as restrained and well-behaved as she looks, innocent and innocent.

He once had a dream in which most of the participants in the King's Cake game went crazy and harmed themselves or others, with the exception of three exceptions: Lumien himself, Puifer. Sauron, and this Miss Elose!

Such a lady who hides a secret actually chooses to follow her on an adventure in the "underground labyrinth", which makes Lumian have to doubt her true intentions.

The third person to raise his hand was the poet Ellett.

Holding a cherry wood bonus, his reason is simple:

"This is my patron!

The rest of the home Arnoli, the painter Mullen and the critic Ernst & Young could only work with Puiver. Sauron in a group.

They then left the large drawing-room, beside a statue in full armor, and descended a staircase nearby, where only two people could walk side by side.

The walls of the staircase were mottled and gray, and they spiraled downward, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

After walking about three floors, Lumian and the others arrived at the entrance of the "underground labyrinth".

There are a large number of wall lamps, some connected to gas pipes, some of which are classic, and the whole five corridors are lit with candles.

Lumian looked up at the ceiling and saw that the water-black stone bricks on it were sleeping in the darkness, with clear gaps and a slight peeling surface.

"Let's pick this one." Puiver removed a calcium carbide lamp from the wall and led his team to the one on the far left.

After Lumian got the calcium carbide lamp, he didn't think about it, and walked straight into the corridor in front of him purely instinctively.

He felt that in this case, it was easy to miss the goal by carefully looking for the path, and relying on the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics and the hidden aura of the "Blood Emperor", it was more likely to encounter something valuable by walking casually.

What was the reason for the choice? "Albus. Medici's expression was always a bit annoying.

Lumian replied unconcernedly:

"I believe in fate."

"I like that reason." Elose echoed with a light smile.

The poet Illaeta took a puff of a cherry wood cigarette and said:

"I believe it too, but only if fate favors me."

The four of them went all the way down the road and saw a room around them that looked like a storage room.

It wasn't long before they arrived at a dimly lit hall with three doors to choose from.

Each gate also has a word written on it in the ancient Phrsak language:

"Hope", "Death", "Madness".

Lumian had long since given up thinking, and without blinking his eyes, he walked towards the "door of madness" and pushed it open.

There was darkness behind the door, and as the light of the calcium carbide lamp shone in, one lifelike wax figure after another appeared.

These wax figures, both men and women, dressed in ordinary or delicate clothes, all show expressions of extreme pain.

"It's a good level." Albus raised his right hand and patted the face of the wax figure in the doorway with contempt.

Elos glanced sideways at him:

"Didn't your mother teach you what politeness was?"

Albus laughed:

"I don't have a mother.

Eloth was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Behind them, the poet Elite muttered appreciatively:

"There were rumors that I was having an affair with a widow, and I secretly spread rumors that I had abducted the daughter of a parliamentarian, that I had murdered a businessman, that I had been linked to rumors of human meat pies, and that my neighbours had always mysteriously disappeared.

"As long as I don't care about fame and actively destroy it, no one can stand on the moral throne and point a finger at me."

worthy of a poet...... Lumian sighed to himself, carried the calcium carbide lamp, and took the lead into the room full of wax figures, and the destination was the exit at the end of the room.

Illuminated by the yellowish gas sconces, the wax figures seemed to come to life, looking at Lumian in silence as a bystander, creating an eerie feeling.

Lumian recalls the wax figure attacks he has encountered, and feels that every wax figure here can suddenly come to life and pounce on himself and others.

In the indescribable silence, Albus. Medici broke the atmosphere.

He said to Elose in a relaxed tone:

"You're Puiver's cousin, so you shouldn't have the surname Sauron, right?"

"Yes." Elose admits it calmly.

Albus asked casually:

"Which family are you from?"

Elos turned her head sideways and looked at Albus. Medici glanced at Lumian in front of him, and replied with a smile on his face:

"My full name is:

"Elose. Einhorn. ”