The gathering place

Finally, it's here... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, folded the letter, and turned to leave the Golden Rooster Inn.

He didn't go to Franca; they had already discussed the party arrangements many times before, so there was no need to waste time confirming it again.

Lumian arrived at the new Safe House on Nightingale Street and tossed the bag containing the "Torture" boxing gloves onto the bed.

He didn't prepare any extra Tinplate cabinets because with the several hidden traps in the room, ordinary thieves couldn't get close to the Core Area at all; forcing their way in would only cost them their lives. As for extraordinary thieves, even Tinplate cabinets wouldn't stop them.

When the time was almost up, Lumian donned a Warlock -style Hood Black Robe, just as described by Lady Hella and Franca to her Older Sister when she attended the party.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the "Lie," transformed it into a simple yet beautiful Silver-White earring, and clipped it onto his right earlobe.

In the Full-Length Mirror, Lumian looked at herself, noticing that she had suddenly become shorter and her hair had turned pure Golden, thick and long.

His facial features had also Change, becoming very similar to the Aurora in his memory: a high, delicate nose, lips that were neither too thick nor too thin, and clear, light blue Eyes that held a glimmer of light.

Lumian used to think that her Older Sister was a person whose appearance and inner self were very different. She seemed bright, Sunlight, cheerful and generous, but in reality, she was a Women who liked to stay at home and was not very willing to go out and communicate with others. Only when she truly gained Lumian's Trust could she see Lumian's relaxed, casual, and playful side.

However, if Aurora were to actually go out, she wouldn't show the slightest fear. Just like Lumian, she could naturally communicate with the old ladies of Cordou Village and tell stories to the children in a wonderful and vivid way, winning their affection.

Since learning about her Older Sister's background, Lumian began to understand why Aurora's inner self was different from her appearance and temperament. Of course, many people have similar situations, but Aurora's uniqueness made it more obvious.

Lately, Lumian has often thought about what her Older Sister was like and what kind of life she lived.

Gradually, he saw Aurora's light blue Eyes in the mirror become hazy, as if she were lost in memories of the past.

Lumian still remembers the first time he heard his Older Sister mention their Homeland; it was in his second year in Cordou Village.

At that time, the Shepherd returned to the Highland Pasture. Aurora took him to pet the newborn lambs, and then "cruelly" bought their relatives. They went to the Green Grassland covered with wildflowers, white or yellow, cleared out an area that wouldn't affect the surrounding area, set up a grill and charcoal, and started a picnic.

As night fell and the Stars in the sky became prominent, like countless diamonds flowing into a dazzling river, Aurora suddenly became lost in thought and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

Lumian asked her what she was thinking, and she said she was thinking about her Homeland and missing home.

In the mirror, Aurora's Eyes lost focus, reflecting the yellowish-blue light of the Carbide Lamp, shimmering with a hint of crystalline light.

That mountain village beside the Green Grassland under the bright Sunlight is gone forever.

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

Then, he put on a Silver-White half-face mask, exposing his beautifully curved lips and picturesque chin.

Then, Lumian took out a piece of Paper with the Vocabulary "Muggle" written in Old Feysac and stuck it on his left breast.

According to Franca, the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" has hundreds of members who wear different disguises when they meet. Unless they wear corresponding code names, no one except a few who know each other very well would know who is who.

Although the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" all come from the same world, they have different Homeland and speak different languages. After Transmigration to this world, they are also in different countries, so communication barriers are inevitable. At first, they relied on some members who were proficient in multiple languages to translate. Later, they gradually adopted the ancient Old Feysac language, the Source of the languages of the Northern Continent, as the common language.

--For members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" living in different countries, this language is similar to their native language, making it much easier to learn and master.

Of course, there are also members whose native language differs significantly from Old Feysac, but they are few in number, and the minority must yield to the majority. In any case, someone will help them translate until they master the corresponding language.

Lumian already had a foundation in Old Feysac, and after arriving in Trier, he continued to study the language in depth with the help of Aurora's Witchcraft Notes, so normal communication was no longer a problem.

When it was almost 10 o'clock, Lumian made some minor adjustments to his figure in front of the Full-Length Mirror, and put the various Ritual materials and the wine jug containing the "Dignity" Brooch into the Hidden Pocket of the Warlock's Black Robe.

Having done all this, Lumian held Lady Hella's letter in his hand and recited the Incantation in Hermetic requesting to attend the gathering:

"Transcendent being from ancient times, Ruler of the Night Kingdom, exalted Mother of Heaven, please allow me to enter your realm."

As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he felt the surroundings suddenly Gloom, and he saw his reflection in the mirror like a pencil sketch being rapidly erased by an eraser.

His vision went black, as if he had entered the deepest and most profound sleep.

Suddenly, Lumian vaguely remembered the party and heard the strong beating of his own heart.

He suddenly regained consciousness and found himself in a Palace with many cracks in its massive stone walls, overgrown with Weeds.

Depths the Palace stood a massive, weathered stone chair, but no one approached. Through cracks in the walls and broken windows, Lumian saw that the night outside was deep and cold, filled with a thick fog.

Starlight pierced through the mist and fell, bringing a dim environment to the Palace and illuminating the hazy town that surrounded Palace, shrouded in mist.

The town was deserted, like a dream, while inside the Palace, the stone candlesticks embedded in the walls were already glowing with clusters of yellowish light.

At this moment, hundreds of Daoist had arrived, each dressed in different ways. Lumian glanced around but did not see "Hella" for the time being, only recognizing "Sleeve Sword" Franca.

She was dressed in her favorite Assassin's attire, Black Robe with Leather Armor, the Hood pulled down a little, and a silver half-face mask covering her face. She was gathered with several other people dressed similarly, chatting about something.

However, of these Assassin, only Franca is a true "Assassin".

Lumian didn't greet Franca. Following her instructions and the hints in Lady Hella's previous letters, he headed towards the area near the giant stone chair.

Such large gatherings are no different from markets, making it unlikely that people can communicate and trade in a unified manner. Instead, they can only gather in small groups. Unless there is something particularly important, the "Gandalf" chairman or Vice President such as "Hella" will go to the giant stone chair to gather everyone together and announce it through a speech.

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

Aurora most often attended gatherings of the "Academy" group, whose regular meeting place was Depths the Palace, in the corner to the left of the huge stone chair.

As Lumian walked in that direction, he marveled at the wonder of the gathering format.

He recited a Incantation and left the Safe House on Nightingale Street in the Market District, arriving at this mysterious and ancient Palace!

The members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" here come from different parts of the Southern and Northern Continent, and they were able to arrive within the same time period.

Such a miracle was something Lumian had never witnessed before, even more incredible than "Teleportation," comparable only to the "sowing" of the "Great Mother," the Gifted.

What puzzled Lumian was that Franca hadn't told him how to get into the party, saying that even if he spoke to her face to face, he wouldn't hear her unless he got permission from Lady Hella.

But isn't this just a matter of reciting a Incantation? How could you not hear it?

According to Franca, this power likely comes from a Sealed Artifact, one that Lady Hella cannot control but can Sealed Artifact to a certain extent.

Besides this way of organizing gatherings, the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" has other methods, but those are all devised by different groups for internal or small-circle gatherings. For example, "Sleeve Sword" Franca and some close members privately created a "Telegram group" to chat and communicate at fixed times using miniaturized and simplified Analytical Engine.

Lumian considered Franca and Hella's rough description of the state of the gathering in Aurora, and based on his own deduction, his steps gradually became lighter.

He felt that since the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" all shared a common and unique background, even if his Older Sister was trying to be wary of others at the party, she would still show the same level of complete relaxation as when she was with him, and it would be even more obvious.

This is a state without heavy secrets.

Many more figures arrived, quickly sketching out shapes in the air, like successfully printed Oil Painting.

Some members of this "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" wore classic Iron Gray Full-Body Armor; others were painted with multicolored red, yellow, and white paint, Acting as Clown; some wore exaggerated makeup that completely obscured their original appearance, resembling wicked witches from Folk Legend; some wore Monster helmets carved from orange-yellow pumpkins; some used homemade hoods to transform themselves into Paleness- faced, bright-lipped Vampire; and some wore horse-shaped clothing, completely encasing themselves in it...

This is far more extravagant and imaginative than Masquerade depicted in newspapers or magazines.

Lumian walked through the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" members with a slight smile, occasionally nodding in response to those who greeted him.

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

Lumian's gaze swept around naturally, noticing the code names affixed to his body:

"Peter Pettigrew," "Professor," "Griffin," "Eagle," "Bear," "Principal," "Periodic Table," "Isotope"...