A fright?

Change one? Lumian didn't expect to get a reminder from Termiboros at this time.

Regardless of whether this Angel of Fate wants to take the opportunity to set up a trap and do something, or simply does not want the seal carrier to have problems in this place and at this time, it is enough to show that this seemingly ordinary and simple King Cake Game has great hidden dangers. Once touched, it will cause everyone present to slip into the dangerous Abyss.

When Count Puyver said that this involved Mysticism and that a piece of King Cake needed to be sacrificed to Deity who believed in it or Ancestors who respected it, Lumian felt that it might really contain extraordinary elements, similar to a lot of Like the Divination games that many Mysticism enthusiasts like to play, who knows, the problem is more serious than he expected, making one Angel feel that he can't handle the double Sequence 7, or that it can harm him with the double Sequence 7.

As his thoughts turned around, Lumian had no way of determining what exactly Termiboros had in mind. He could only cautiously extend his arms and select one piece of King Cake from the remaining five pieces in a very casual manner.

This time, Termiboros did not block it again.

After Lumian, Anoli, Maren, Anyong and Ilett each took a piece of King Cake, leaving only the piece closest to Lumian.

"It seems like it belongs to me." Count Puyver leaned forward, held the piece of King Cake with a smile, put it into his mouth, and gently bit off part of it.

Lumian also made a similar move. I just felt that the outer skin of this snack was crispy, the filling was sweet, and the mouth was full of fragrance. The quality was quite good.

After taking a few bites, Count Puyver laughed and said, "It seems that I am the king today."

As he spoke, he took out a broad bean from his mouth.

The moment he saw the broad beans, Lumian's nose seemed to smell a faint smell of blood and rust.

At the same time, this corner of Mechanical Café suddenly became dull and depressing, as if everyone was worried about being ordered to do something they couldn't bear.

Count Puyver stood up, turned his back to the window facing the street, and blocked Sunlight behind him.

This made his face seem to be cast with a light shadow, and his smile looked a little dark.

Count Puyver looked at the novelist Anoli, and the corners of his mouth became higher and higher:

"You go outside Café and shout 'I am Dog Shit' to the pedestrians passing by."

Anoli, who was unconsciously nervous, breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a smile on his face, "No problem."

Short and fat, he stood up quickly, walked quickly to the door, and pulled the door handle embedded in the side wall.

Amidst the sounds of friction and slight collisions, the mechanical arm suddenly tightened and "drags" the heavy Wooden Door backwards.

Anoli walked out of Café, came to the street, and shouted to a pedestrian on the road, "I am Dog Shit!"

"I am raised by a sow Dog Shit!

"My whole family is raised by sows Dog Shit!"

Every passerby cast a surprised look, and immediately laughed out loud.

After scolding himself, Anoli returned to Lumian and others in a happy mood.

"Your psychological quality is really good." Lumian finally forced himself to replace "you are so thick-skinned" with something acceptable to the other party.

Novelist Anoli chuckled and said, "Every time I can't write anything, I go to the balcony and scold myself. This is still light."

"You writers have so many quirks." Lumian thought of Older Sister, who claimed to be in the late stages of procrastination.

Anoli took a sip of Absinthe, sat down again, and looked at Count Puyver, who was always standing with a backlight, and turned his attention to Paleness and the handsome Painter Maren:

"Give Ilett a slap in the face."

Maren relaxed, did not leave his seat, leaned forward, and slapped Poet Ilett.

Ilett, whose hair was quite sparse and whose cheek muscles were a little droopy, was not angry and just took another puff from the cigarette.

Sensing Lumian's appraising gaze, he smiled carelessly:

"As a Poet, you have to learn to enjoy the malice around you."

Enjoying malice... What a literary young man, no, a literary middle-aged man... Lumian observed the Participants in the game and found that except for Count Puyver who ate broad beans, there was nothing unusual about them for the time being.

Count Puyver turned his body slightly to the side, and his face still looked a little dark due to the backlight.

He told literary critic Anyong: "Be loyal to me."

The "Black Cat" group of people usually get together and often do all kinds of outrageous things. In a recently popular saying, they are the pioneers of Performance Art. Therefore, when it comes to kneeling down on one knee to swear allegiance, Anyong does it without any pressure. He even feels that it is not enough, and that it is not exciting and humiliating enough.

Count Puyver looked at Poet Ilett:

"Give all the money you have to the guy opposite Vagrant."

Ilett was startled for a moment and said with a distressed tone, "Okay.

"As you know, I am a poor man. The total remuneration I have earned from poetry in the past five years is less than 3,000 Felkine. What I think about every day is which friend will organize a party today and let me drink for free."

You Poet are quite honest...Lumian is thinking about sponsoring this guy to see what poems he can write. Anyway, the "sponsorship fee" was provided by Gardner·Martin. If he doesn't use it, he can't really put it into his own pocket. On the contrary, only by sponsoring certain artists can he have the opportunity to take part of it as his own.

Without waiting for Count Puyver to respond, Ilett suddenly laughed. He fumbled in his pockets and announced happily:

"So, I only took 5 Felkine out with me!"

"5 Felkine? If you go to Vichy Café, you can only ask for half a bottle of natural water and two boiled eggs." The novelist Anoli mumbled while watching Poet Ilett quickly go out, and threw the 5 Felkine to Vagrant opposite.

Vichy Café is located in an alley on Boulevard Street. There are many Member of Parliament, senior government officials, Banker, industrialists, financiers, famous Courtesan and writers who are sought after by the upper class, Painter, Poet, and sculptors.

At this point, everyone has taken a turn, and only Lumian is left.

Count Puyver looked at Lumian with deep eyes and said, "This is your first time to attend our 'Black Cat' party. I will give you a simpler task. Take your King Cake and go to Café Basement The most Depths room, exchange it for a White Paper."

This sounds a bit Mysticism... If something goes wrong, I will set fire to that Basement... Lumian took it up with a grunt. After taking a few bites of King Cake, according to Guidance by novelist Anoli, I found the stairs leading to Basement in the area near the kitchen.

Before entering, he used the mechanical device outside to light a few Gas Wall Lamp lights inside. In the slightly dim light, he walked through the "hall" filled with debris and arrived at the most Depths room.

The vermilion color of the room Wooden Door was tightly closed. Lumian listened for a while but found no movement.

There were no suspicious signs outside the door either.

Lumian stretched out his right palm, held Handle, twisted it gently, and pushed forward slowly.

As the Gas Wall Lamp light in the Basement "lobby" shines into the room, one thing is outlined.

They were heads, huddled in the dark shadows, staring at the "visitors" at the door without any emotion.

Lumian's pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw several familiar heads.

They are the heads of novelists Anoli, Painter Maren, critics Anyong and Poet Ilett!

When a Fireball was about to condense out, the experienced and tenacious Lumian forced himself to calm down and realized the problem:

Those heads did not have the Pale White of the deceased, and the room was not filled with the unique smell of preservatives.

Lumian, who controlled his reaction, observed carefully for a few seconds and found that those were Wax Figures's heads that had been removed.

They are like watermelons, stuffed into different grids of Wooden Frame.

The purpose of this mission is to create a fright? If Termiboros's reminder had not made me highly vigilant, how could such a level of prank scare me? Where is the performance of Mysticism? Lumian thought for a while, placed the King Cake in his hand on one of the Wooden Frames, and took away the White Paper that was cushioned with a wax head.

When he took White Paper and returned to Mechanical Café, he saw Anoli, Ilett and others looking at him with smiles, as if trying to find the remaining fear.

Count Puyver nodded with satisfaction:

"You did your job well."

What if I don't complete the task well? What will happen? Lumian pretended to be scared and said, "Those wax heads are so real that they almost stopped my heart!"

"Haha." Anoli laughed, "This is the meeting gift that Count gives to every new guest. He likes to collect Wax Figures's head the most. Every friend recognized by him can get an invitation from Wax Figure Master to turn the head into a work of art and put it into Basement of Mechanical Café."

It's as if your heads have been given to Count Puyver...Lumian looked at the necks of Anoli and others, but found no trace of Cutting.

After chatting for a while about various rumors in the writer's circle, and after sponsoring 2000 Felkine for "Black Cat", Lumian said goodbye.

Before leaving, his eyes naturally swept over the two one-legged tables.

Suddenly, Lumian's pupils solidified.

He saw that King Cake was still uneaten on the plates of Count Puyver, Anoli and others, while the white glazed porcelain dessert plate that originally held King Cake was empty.

There should have been a piece of King Cake dedicated to the Sauron Family Ancestors!

It's gone!

Lumian did not hide his doubts, pointed at the snack and said, "I remember there is another piece of King Cake."

Count Puyver laughed, took a sip of coffee and said, "I ate it."

"That's it..." Lumian suddenly understood and smiled back.

He turned around and walked out of Mechanical Café, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Count Puyver I only took two bites of my own piece King Cake!