NOVEL NEXT Vol 2 Chapter 30: really have you
"No one knows what they have found, but one night thirty years ago, Professor Horst and Professor Mace Hornard did discover the secret."
"Saint Isaac, who is obsessed with machinery and cast a glorious era in the eyes of the world, is actually a believer of the three old gods, and is most likely the only spellcaster who has mastered the three powers at the same time."
"After that day, Professor Mace Hornard began to follow in the footsteps of the old gods and became a 'dark mage'; while Professor Horst gradually lost his mind and became a mad 'diver' after returning from his last trip. "
Inside the cold and narrow spiral staircase, Bron's voice seemed to be a whisper from another world, echoing in the stunned Anson's ears for a long time.
After a long time, An Sen, who gradually recovered from the shock, was silent for a while, and calmly looked at the pair of ice blue eyes staring at him:
"Why are you telling me this?"
He and the students around the "Black Mage" had only met once in the "random encounter" at the Military Academy last time, and the atmosphere between the two sides was definitely not friendly at that time.
But in just a few dozen minutes, his attitude changed drastically when they met for the second time, and he was very "enthusiastic" in teaching himself "secret" skills.
And this time, he not only helped himself to solve the embarrassment of being "fooled" by Professor Horst, but even told himself the unknown past of Professor Mace Hornard, and "Saint Isaac is the old school" This kind of shit...
It was too direct and too sudden, without even the slightest turning point.
How to describe it... It's a bit like a child who is not very good at communication and is forced by his parents to make a few friends;
Bron's expression suddenly became a little stiff, he turned his head silently, pointed to the stairs in front and said:
"Cough, cough! That... we're almost there."
After speaking, he increased his speed and walked up the stairs half-walking and half-running.
Don't be caught by me... An Sen, who raised his eyebrows, followed with a slightly weird expression.
Outside the red carpet hall, Bron, with his hands behind his back, pushed open the side door on the right side, and the dim yellow wall lamp on the way made people feel warm. In the slightly narrow space, it was very organized With a small double sofa, coffee table and an exquisite wine cabinet, it looks very warm.
"This is the cloakroom of the red carpet hall, and it is sometimes used as a lounge." With his back to Anson, Bron pointed to the built-in wardrobe on the entire wall beside him, and the full-length mirror next to him:
"There are hooded gowns prepared in advance, remember to wear one before entering the red carpet hall - although this party was organized by the professor, not all the people who came were the professor's students like us, and there were also Many are scattered old gods in Clovis City, or just outsiders interested in the belief in the three old gods."
"Although everyone is tacit to each other on this occasion, after all, the Old Gods are still a belief suppressed by the secular world; the necessary cover-up and self-defense are to protect oneself and others."
Hmm, that makes sense.
Anson nodded, silently expressing his agreement with his point of view; and Bronny, who had finished his instructions, also coughed and walked out of the cloakroom.
The silent two maintained a surprisingly "tacit understanding", pretending that the "embarrassment" just now did not exist.
Opening the closet, Anson picked out an outdated and inconspicuous gray robe, covered his face with a hood, and gently pushed open the door of the red carpet hall.
In the spacious hall, brightly colored red carpets covered the entire floor and walls, and each piece was outlined with intricate patterns with golden threads; A dizzying trance.
"Click!"
Anson took out his pocket watch from his jacket pocket and gently opened the cover.
"5:30..." Anson muttered to himself, silently surveying the entire red carpet hall.
Probably because he arrived an hour early, there were only a few scattered figures in the empty hall, and everyone covered themselves tightly, wishing they wouldn't expose even an inch of their skin.
Well, it's still winter, so there's no problem with gathering like this... But what should we do when the weather gets hot?
An Sen, who couldn't help but complain in the bottom of his heart, put away his pocket watch, sat down on the sofa near the edge, took a steaming cup of coffee from the snack rack on the right, and slowly considered his plans for the day.
Well-decorated rooms, soft and comfortable sofas, specially prepared coffee and various small snacks... Well, this should not be a private secret gathering of an "underground evil organization", it should be closer to the nature of a "secret club", otherwise there will be no It is necessary to have such a "big fanfare" luxury.
There are about three reasons Anson can think of: first, of course, to increase the influence of the "Black Mage" in the Old God Sect in the capital, and second, to try to absorb fresh blood from scattered spellcasters.
Last but not least, money.
It takes a lot of money to organize an underground evil organization - personnel, strongholds, operations, intelligence, information - by no means a history professor can afford; even the most fanatical fanatics usually have to buy bread and pay rent.
For a history professor who needs to conceal his identity, there are probably not many options for Mace Hornard: the easiest one for him is probably donation.
Although the old gods are strictly forbidden beliefs in the entire world of order, since they can still exist under all-round suppression, it proves that it still has a considerable audience.
Just like some clubs and secret societies that are accustomed to making a fool of themselves, by packaging themselves as high-end and niche "hard-core academic organizations", they attract wealthy and leisurely aristocrats and rich people, and set up various "special identities". Earn their "dues" and donations.
In order to make customers happy to pay, it is natural to prepare a mysterious and comfortable environment; the content of the conversation in the party does not matter, the atmosphere is always the first - after all, they are not going to class, but to enjoy.
Although he has not seriously understood the details, through the conversation with Bronne and the environment in front of him, Anson thinks that his guesses are inseparable.
That being the case, it's very simple to win the trust of "Dark Mage" Mace Hornard on this occasion: communicate with as many people as possible and find out more meaningful information in the near future.
This is the first time I have participated in this kind of party, so there is no need to make it too conspicuous, just try to fit into it.
Anson, who made up his mind, put down the coffee cup in his hand leisurely, and turned his attention to the entire red carpet hall again.
As time passed by, more and more figures entered the hall, and they were very clearly divided into two categories - those who entered from the cloakrooms on both sides, mostly wearing hooded robes similar to Anson, and those from the cloakroom on both sides. Those who enter through the gate wear various face and upper body clothing or masks.
It seems that this is still the way the "Black Mage" distinguishes between the new and the old~www.readwn.com~ Of course, some guys who are keen to be independent... Anson guessed.
"You can make it easy for us to find it."
A very soft voice with a little complaint rang in Anson's ear.
Um?
He subconsciously turned his head to look to his side, a purple figure sat down beside him, raised his chest and looked straight ahead, pretending that he hadn't talked to him just now.
The other party was wearing a hooded robe of the same style as his own. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the slightly curly black hair exposed from the brim of the hood, the slightly curved figure under the robe, and his voice judged that it should be a young girl.
Just when An Sen was deeply inexplicable and wanted to find out what was going on, the girl who was not looking sideways spoke again:
"After many years, I can still know the details of Clovis City..."
"It's really yours, Your Excellency Draco Wilts!"