Lyon, the second largest urban area in France, is also a center of industry and science and education.

The base of the Laurent family is also here, and many industries such as machinery, electronics, chemicals, heavy vehicles, and computers have the shadow of the Laurent family.

Compared to the glitz and glitz of Paris, Lyon's urban style is more understated and pragmatic.

But tonight, in front of the Root Castle on the Fourvière Hill, luxury cars are flowing endlessly, and there is an endless stream of men and women in costumes.

The headlights inside and outside the castle illuminate almost the entire sky, and the smell of perfume in the air can even stun bees.

These guests are celebrities and wealthy people from all over Europe, and they usually make a casual gesture that can be in the newspaper.

But today they all arrived at the castle from all over the world, only because of an invitation from the Laurent family.

It wasn't until around 9 p.m. that the guests were almost there.

The spacious and bright hall was almost full of people.

The dome's huge crystal chandeliers and strips of light cast bright lights, which are reflected by the jewels and bright patterns on the guests' bodies.

People take fine wine or drinks from the waiter's tray and take small sips to talk loudly.

Some nimble gentlemen or ladies wander around, and a few words can provoke a burst of laughter, and the hall is filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Adolfo Laurent stood in the shadows on the second floor, quietly looking down at everything below, a satisfied smile on his lips.

In his eyes, these people are not a living person, but classified and marked chips, and he is the big dealer who holds these chips.

No one doesn't like to be a bookmaker, because only being a bookmaker can you win all the time.

It's time to enjoy the fun of dealing cards.

Adolf stepped out of the shadows and rang the bronze bell in his hand.

The bell was identical to the one on the door of the headmaster's office, which Elizabeth had given to Ange.

The crisp ringtones pierce through all the noise and into the ears of the guests.

They stopped talking and looked quietly upstairs.

Adolf walked down the hallway to the center of the stairs on the second floor, in the eyes of everyone.

Facing countless pairs of eyes, he first bowed slightly, causing everyone to quickly return the salute.

No one dares to show their rebelliousness, because they all know that a lion is the most fierce when he is about to become a lion king.

Anyone who dares to challenge his majesty will be torn apart without mercy.

"Welcome to this dinner, the arrival of gentlemen and ladies makes the Laurent family flourish."

Adolf's attitude is very humble, and people can't help but feel good about him.

"I hope you all have a good time tonight, and the first show is familiar to us, please close your eyes when it's dark."

As his words fell, the castle hall, which was as bright as day, instantly went black.

Then a pair of golden lights lit up, either as bright as the stars or as faint as a lamp.

The brightest ones are the four lamps in the center of the hall, as bright as the moon in the sky.

All the lights are attracted to them, like moths to a fire.

As we all know, the brightness and color of golden pupils are often proportional to the bloodline level, and with such pure pupils, how noble their owner's bloodline should be.

The crowd was curious, and it wasn't until the lights were turned back on that there were not two people, but three standing in the center of the hall.

Two men and women with golden eyes stood behind a young man of unusual height, whose eyes were normally black.

But all the people who were facing those black pupils would subconsciously lower their heads or look away, as if they would be stabbed by the edge inside if they looked at it more.

"Who are they?"

The hearts of the guests are filled with meaning.

Half-breeds are widely distributed, but the circle is not large.

Especially in families with relatively high bloodlines, everyone is almost an acquaintance, let alone at the dinner party of the Laurent family.

Then there is only one possibility, these three people are uninvited guests.

There's a good show to watch tonight.

This thought flashed through everyone's minds, but the attitude after that was either happy or sad.

"It seems that there are three more distinguished guests in Xianggen Castle tonight, but I don't know which family the three are from?"

Adolf asked in French.

Although Lu Mingfei didn't understand, he could probably deduce what he meant from his expression and tone.

"You hung up on me, you should know who I am."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It turned out to be Lu Mingfei's student."

Adolf suddenly realized that his language had been changed to Mandarin.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the only S-class freshman in Kassel, the successor of the dragon slayer 'Angers', Lu Mingfei is a student."

He seemed to be praising Lu Mingfei to everyone, but the accent fell on the words "freshman" and "student".

However, this still caused the guests to exclaim, and the eyes of the three of them became even more intense.

The S-class hybrids themselves are enough to make anyone pay attention, and among the guests present, the A-class hybrids are only ten fingers.

And the S-class, even the Laurent family itself has not had it for centuries.

Adolf walked down the stairs step by step, like the Son of Heaven descending the cloud steps.

He walked up to Lu Mingfei and stretched out his hand to the latter, as if the emperor was showing favor to the courtiers he admired.

"Welcome, student Lu Mingfei, tonight's Shanggen Castle shines even more brightly because of you."

Lu Mingfei looked at his hand, the physique of the half-breed plus the maintenance of the super-standard, but the middle-aged person is the same as a young man in his early twenties.

"I don't hold my hands, my hands are full of blood, and I haven't had time to wash them."

He said lightly.

Only then did everyone notice that Lu Mingfei's hands were constantly dripping with blood, dyeing the precious Persian carpet with patches of blood.

Adolf's face changed, these three people didn't break in without an invitation, could they?

"Not your people. On the way here, I met a few robbers, and I was on my way, so I didn't have time to spare their lives. ”

Lu Mingfei explained.

When the bodies of the robbers are finally found, the forensic examiners who dissect them will probably be busy for a long time.

"The next time I have dinner with the mayor of Lyon, I will ask him to step up the security patrols in the city."

Adolf smiled reluctantly.

"Just behead some of the criminals who are on the loose, and don't kill them on a large scale, which will only allow the cancer of evil to grow underground."

Lu Mingfei kindly reminded.

This is his suggestion based on the experience of the lower echelons of the Hive and the experience of the renegade Primordial Kondra Kotz.

"I'll give him your suggestion."

Adolf was polite and authentic.

Although the guests present could hear the perfunctory tone in his tone.

"Did Mr. Lu come to Xianggen Castle to attend a dinner party?"

In order to prevent Lu Mingfei from continuing to discuss some embarrassing things, Adolf took the initiative to lead the conversation.

"I have an appointment with Elisabeth Laurent, and I came to her for an appointment."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It's unfortunate that Elizabeth isn't at Root Castle, and she's not in a fit to meet outsiders."

Adolf said with a sigh.

"I know."

Lu Mingfei frowned, the court music played by the band made his sensitive five senses a little uncomfortable.

"Quiet."

He slammed his sheathed sword into the ground, and the marble floor cracked, and the cracks radiated to the periphery.

The sound of musical instruments stopped abruptly, and the hall fell silent for an instant.

"Well, I accepted the request of the principal, Angers, to investigate the whereabouts of the school director, Elisabeth Laurent."

Lu Ming is not looking at the Quartet.

"Now tell me, where is she?"

(End of chapter)